The Fate Of Hyrule

Chapter Eight: Return Of The Goron's and The Fairy's Spring

Deep in the forest... There is a grove. A sacred grove, a place very important to those who once dwelled in the forest. This grove contained a maze, meant to keep trespassers from entering its now ruined fortress. The forest dwellers simply found this maze fun, they liked to tease its eternal guards—tall, bulky, and anthropomorphic creatures whose faces were reminiscent of bulldogs, an underbite showing off their short tusks. They had brown flesh and blue eyes, most of which wielding spears. Their armor was simple, silver and blue, over their shoulders, wrists, and around their upper legs. They even wore leather boots! They were dutiful and fiercesome however, just as their Hylian masters intended them to be. Let no one in.

This forest has been long empty however. The Moblin Guards are no longer teased by the forest children, allowing them to do their dutiful duty, pacing back and forth with each heavy foot giving a hefty stomp against the earth. They've walked for so long, the grass that was once beneath them has turned to dirt. So loyal... Do they even know that what they're guarding is long gone? Probably not. At least, however, they keep another treasure safe within that temple—that fortress—that mansion—whatever it used to be. Despite being in ruins, it is still a wonderful habitat, at least for those able to envision it, fix it up, make it a home.

A young woman and her wife moved into this place to do research in hopes of overthrowing His Majesty one day. They'd been here for several years, and have made it quite something. While child-workers are controversial, this madam doesn't seem to have a problem with it. It's not like they don't enjoy it. They get breaks, recess, play, food, they live quite comfortably and anything they don't want to do, they don't have to. Their work is more like chores, helping out around the facility, some of it being underground for when inspectors come. The children are orphaned, and have been trained in combat by their excellent Mother, who is doing her best to keep them safe... Something she couldn't do with her own children. The older ones sometimes get to join her on her expeditions, usually bounty hunts, though most of the time she's researching in her lab, either alone or with her wife. Most criminals are dealt with properly...

The desk in her office was illuminated by candlelight. The woman sat at her desk, writing down notes. Her build was a little fleshy, but fit. In this line of work, you had to be. She was pretty average height, but often extended her height a little with heeled-boots. She generally wore modest, dark-colored clothing. Her hair was long, wavy, and a very dark—almost black—brown, which framed her round face nicely. Most often, her hair was kept up, either in a bun, a ponytail, or some other kind of up-do. Tonight, it was in a bun. Her skin was somewhat tanned, a warm beige color. Her eyes were colored a desirably chocolate iris, and her lips plump, softly textured, and in light brown hues.

Feverishly, she scribbled onto a piece of paper with her pen, mumbling to herself. "This will be the cure—The cure—The Cure... They will not die again—They can't—I've lost so many but this time we will have a cure for them! For us, for The World... The cure..."

In her own head, she couldn't hear the knock on her office door. "Lady A'garok?" A young man's voice sounded, "Lady A'garok?" He repeated, "May I come in? I've retrieved a letter."

"The cuuuurrreeee..."

After a few moments, the door creaked open, revealing a young man with short blonde hair, freckles, and blue eyes, coated in bronze armor. "Lady A'Garok." He spoke louder, almost a yell.

Lady A'Garok froze, tears instantly welling in her brown eyes. 'I was doing it again wasn't I...' She blinked a few times, letting the tears fall onto her messy paper. She sat up straight and spun her chair around, "Mido, hello. What did you bring me?"