#zelgan children

[da-owo]

been a hot min since i have gotten to draw covarog ! who belongs to @ridersoftheapocalypse​ an @s-kinnaly​ ,now that i am head first into my loz hyperfixation again i knew i needed to draw him again 

[shannonsketches]

Unsure if anyone’s asked you this before, but since Ganondorf was close with the queen, does that effect his feelings toward Zelda at all? (also sorry if this has been answered before, my time online has been spotty)

I also can't remember if anyone's asked me about this because I've been yelling about it in other spaces!! I can't find anything about it here other than my piano/hair/twinrova-related headcanons, but, in short: YES. YES IT DOES. sorry for yelling this is another one of my favorite eidolon headcanons

So I have a lot of thoughts about this which I can happily break down but generally speaking, I really enjoy writing Ganondorf and BabyZel's relationship as kind of tragic, in that they are (in the way that I approach them, at least) characters who could have been very good for one another.

Unfortunately, (my) Ganondorf does not have the emotional skills to properly cope with the loss of someone as close to him as the late queen was, and does not have any real experience spending time with children. Both of those circumstances put him at absolute odds with Zelda, despite her having fundamentally more in common with him than anyone else in the cast:

Born into a role you didn't ask for

immense pressure and expectations from a very young age

being Othered by way of your society's religion

being isolated from the community you're intended to lead

All of which he had in common with the late queen, too, and is indeed what made their traumabond uniquely their own. But additionally, now he and this tiny princess both know how it feels to know your birth mother died as a direct result of your birth.

For Ganondorf, though, he doesn't think about it much. Twinrova has always been transparent about not being his birth mother, but he's never heard anyone else speak of her, and he assumes that is by design. For Zelda, there is open scorn for the loss from her father, and castle full of people who loved their queen and miss her every day.

For Zelda it's just this one ghost haunting every aspect of her life, all the time. That's something Ganondorf could've helped her navigate, because despite him not being told about it, he's certain there are people he knows who knew and cared about the woman who bore him. But unfortunately he, too, carries a quiet disdain -- but he knows it's irrational, and Impa has pointed out that it would upset the late queen to see it.

So it's this weird line he toes of 'This is my friend's baby, who she loved' and 'This is my friend's cause of death, which I hate', and it mostly comes across as polite indifference toward her, which may or may not be worse than just hating her outright.

I have a blurb drabble thought vomit about a moment between them regarding this exact thing. I sent it to some friends, but I could post it here. I'm not sure if it will make it into the comic, but I like it lol

[ludibundus]

That’s it for the Zelgan wedding, I was literally pulling my hair out because the guests wouldn’t join the activities I planned (I waited 30 minutes for them to gather and just leave without toasting). Anyways the reception was so goofy, the Ito twins were the one that really participated the most (I told you all, they’re Zelda’s honorary children). Fluttershy, the maid of honor, is nowhere to be seen because she’s busy fiddle daddling with Kyle. Rarity being in most photos just some Queen things. They did their first dance right outside the reception hall, it was so quiet I was crying.

The honeymoon, basically just them in their manor uhm.. you know… will be posted later.

[s-kinnaly]

The zelgan children in their early teens~!

Covarog was a diligent child, listens to his parents and constantly wants to please them but sometimes it can be overwhelming. He’d sometimes wish he had the free spare time to do what he likes, like his other siblings but since he’s Crown Prince he has more expectations from everybody. 

Ralnor was a shy fragile boy, didn’t train much physically but excels when it comes to books and knows more than a usually 13 year old. But tends to show off his knowledge to make up what he lacks when compare to his older brother, Covarog. Though sometimes he feels like a spare than anything else when he sees how everyone dotes at Covarog constantly. Building up some resentment for his older brother.

Orana was just utter chaos, loooves to escape classes to experience the outside world. Tends to get into a lot of trouble. Loves to climb over things and brings exotic animals in the castle, despite her parents telling her no. 

Kanisa loves fairy tales and often daydreams of having her own fairy tale. Often dressed up in pretty princess dresses. Wants to be like mama Zelda. 

Tebanam loves the history classes, and would often pretend to dig up bury artifacts in the garden, leaving many holes and be covered in dirt. Used mama Zelda and papa Ganondorf’s jewelry as buried treasure in the garden.

[fabdante]

a color variant of the last piece for the obligatory (half) blood elf au because horde zelda. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[suzubelle-chan]

Someday Someplace Chapter 2 Evening Encounters

A Casnor Childhood Romance AU

Just some reminders like 90% of the cast belongs to @s-kinnaly, @ridersoftheapocalypse, and @mrneighbourlove. Also, this an AU of rider’s fanfiction, where Cass and Ralnor meet and fall in love as kids rather than adults. This is fanfiction of fanfiction-seperate timeline going on here. Just to clear up any confusion. One more thing, I edited the bit in the previous chapter about Ralnor’s skin tone since s-kinnaly is designing him with brown skin and I want to keep my works close to what you see in her art. Okay, enjoy the fic!

As Orana sat on her father’s shoulders, she scanned the crowd, hand over her eyes. “No sign of him here,” she called out.

The king shrugged, "Well it was worth a shot. Keep looking, dear."

"Okay, papa!" Orana replied and looked out again into the crowd.

Right next to them, Zelda held Tebanam, Covarog, and Kanisa next to her skirt. “Mama, how come we aren’t yelling Ralnor’s name?” the princess asked. “Isn’t that what we are supposed to do when we lose someone?”

“I can do that!” Orana declared. She took in a deep breath. However, her father clasped her mouth with his hand, silencing her yell.

“It is true. But we are royalty. That adds on other problems in finding.  People could panic if they found out that Ralnor is missing, running around and in searching they might not pay attention and accidentally hurt him. Or people might try to find him, but then hold him for ransom. We are trying to stay as quiet for as long as we can.”

“But I miss him, mama.” Kanisa sighed.

“Me too! We’ve got to get Ralnor back!” Covarog agreed.

“Ral!” Tebanam declared.

“I know darlings. I miss him too.”

“Is he going to be okay, Papa?” Orana asked.

“He will be,” Ganondorf stated, patting her. He then growled, “He will be.”

Zelda walked on over, patting her husband’s side. “Of course he will. We’ll make sure of it. I just can’t imagine what Ralnor is doing right now.

Indeed, with all the Wisdom she held, Zelda would have never imagined her son pulling on a piece of leather with all his might with a Gerudo girl pulling on the other end. All while, her mother narrated the events to a small crowd watching beyond the stall.

“See folks? Resists wear and tear!” Ukuri declared. There were some oohs and awes in the crowd. "You won't find high-quality leather anywhere else!" Then she smirked a bit. "Alright kids, now push!"

Ralnor took a step before straightening up. He looked up at the woman and asked her “What?” However, he failed to look back in time to see Cass ram into him, sending them both into the ground. Ukuri and crowd burst into laughter.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day!” The Gerudo woman chuckled. “So anyone interested in some leathers?”

As the merchant took in some orders, Ralnor watched the little triforce pieces swirling around his head.

“I’m sorry,” the girl lamented, still on the ground and eyes on the ground.

Ralnor shook his head, scattering the pieces away. He smiled, “It’s okay. I’m used to it. Sometimes my siblings and I get excited when it comes to group hugs.”

“What’s a sibling?” Cass asked.

“You know, it’s a brother or a sister.”

“Oh, you sure do know some fancy words Ralnor.”

“Just from books that I read.” The boy blushed, rubbing the back of his head. That is when his stomach gurgled, his cheeks pink. “Sorry.”

“Hey, when your tummy’s hungry its hungry.” Cass shrugged. “No need to blush.”

That is when Cass’s stomach roared, her own cheeks turning pink.

“Whoa is there a monster in your belly?" Ralnor asked.

“Shut up.” Cass mumbled.

“Well looks like I’ve got some hungry little kiddos on my hands.” Ukuri beamed, turning to the kids while filling her bag. She picked up a silver rupee and handed it to Cass. “How about you get us some grub?”

"Okay, mommy."

“Grub? Like bugs?” the boy flinched and twisted

“No, she means food." Cass giggled. "You may know the fancy words, but I guess I know some fun ones. She patted him on shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything I know." She fidgeted with her belt, revealing a small pouch and slipped the rupee inside. "Any requests?"

“I’ll take some cuckoo. You kids get whatever you want.”

“Yeah!” The girl cheered and took the boy’s hand.

“At least something that resembles real food. Not too many sweets or candy. I will be checking all pockets when you too get back.”

“Ugh! Fine!” the girl groaned.

“Ralnor I think you need to keep an eye on her for me,” the mother commented with a smile.

“Don’t worry ma’am I will.” The boy replied.

Just as the two children slipped out the back, a knight appeared at the stall. Ukuri jumped a bit, then took a deep breath and straightened out her skirt.

“Good day my lord. How may I help you today?”

"Pardon me, ma'am. There is a slight emergency I must announce. There is a missing noble boy and his family is dreadfully worried about him. He has blonde hair and blue eyes and is wearing green clothes. Has anyone seen a child like that?"

The group of customers shook there or murmured no.

Ukuri huffed, “A boy with blonde hair? In this country? Sorry, I think you are looking for a needle in a haystack.”

“Well, keep your eyes open. Any and all information would be appreciated.” The man gave a slight bow and left.

When the crowd left, Ukuri grabbed a rag and rubbed the shelf a little too hard. “Typical. Some rich bastard’s brat goes missing and they’ll send out the guard. Meanwhile, a Gerudo girl goes missing and no one gives a damn.” She then glanced at the door. “Nah, couldn’t be.” She murmured, still scrubbing.

The kids glanced all around at the stalls. Food descriptions.

“See anything you like?” Cass asked.

“I’m not sure…” Ralnor admitted.

“Well, I think I found a stall with cuckoo for Mommy. Maybe there’s something for you here.”

The two children stood in line, glancing at the large black sign with all the foods and prices in white. “Aw sweet! They’ve got onion rings!” the girl declared. “Those are my favorites.”

“Okay…” the boy stared at the sign. His eyes scanning around, not settling on any of those words.

“Anything wrong?” Cass asked.

“Well…I don’t know what any of these things are,” Ralnor admitted.

Cass blinked at the boy and started to laugh her head off. “Aw man Ralnor. You are a riot!" She continued to laugh until she looked at the blank face of the boy. "You are actually serious, aren't you?"

“Yes.”

"Oh, Ralnor. I’m sorry. I mean, I thought you were a rich kid, but wow,” Cass pondered, hand now on her cheek.

“Mama usually only lets us have sweets at fairs or after dinner.” He admitted. “We sometimes can get Papa to give us snacks though when we are working on homework.

“Don’t you worry.” Cass pulled him in, arm around his shoulders. She patted her chest. “I am what you call a cuss-ne-sir of outdoor foods. Just ask me.”

“I think the word is connoisseur.”

Cass smirked, “ Okay smarty pants. Just read off some foods and tell you what they are. I’m sure there’s something you’ll like.”

“Okay…what is…a cheese frit-ter?”

“Oh, that's cheese covered in a batter and all fried up."

“Fried?”

“They take something like grease or fat or butter and boil it, and then they put food into it until gets all nice and crispy. Anything else?”

“What’s a Stuffed Spud?”

“That’s a potato that’s been baked and then put all kinds of good stuff in it. Sour cream, chives, cheese, bacon bits, butter-it’s really good.”

“Uh…I don’t eat bacon…”

“Me neither. Mom says it’s a Gerudo thing. You order your own fixings so it’s fine.”

“Maybe…what are fries?”

“Okay, now I’m starting to get worried about your lifestyle. Fries are potatoes cut up into strips and fried up. They make a great snack and usually come with a lot of meals.”

“So then what’s a grilled cheese?”

Cass sighed, “Let me ask you a question, you do know what a cheese sandwich is right?”

“Of course I do!”

"Just checking.” The girl stepped back, palms shielding her. “I was starting to think you came from like a different world or something. Well, grilled cheese is basically a cooked cheese sandwich. You just put in a pan until you burn the bread a bit and melted the cheese.”

“Well, I think I’ll take a grilled cheese then. With some fries too.”

“Excellent choice! Trust me, you’ll love it!”

The children ordered their food and weaved their way through the crowd. When the two children returned to the stall, Ukuri sighed. “Thank the goddesses! For a while there I thought I had two lost children on my hands.”

“Here you go Mommy, fried cuckoo wings!” the girl offered up the paper box overflowing with wings and fries.

"Thanks, kiddo. I'll go shut the stall and we’ll dine in the back.”

Right after the woman lowered the blind, closing them off to the word, a large stomping rattled the stall. “Yeesh, some customers," Ukuri grumbled. She then turned to see her daughter starting to take one of the hangings off the wall, food on one of the higher boxes, and Ralnor glancing around, checking the boxes.

“What are you looking for kiddo?” Ukuri asked.

“A napkin,” the boy responded.

“What for? We haven’t even started eating.” Cass stated giving the fabric one last tug before it fell on top of her.

“You can’t eat a meal without a napkin. Maybe a snack, but a not a meal.” Ralnor countered.

“Let me guess one of your mother’s rules?” Ukuri asked.

“Yes, ma'am. Plus I don’t want to get crumbs or stains on the hanging.”

“Kid let me tell you something, I learned when I lived with my mama.” The merchant knelt down, large arm wrapping the child close. “As long as your mama is not around, she won’t mind if you get a little messy. I’ll make sure you’re clean enough for her. Plus, Cass and I eat and sleep on these things all the time. I know how to get any stains out.”

Cass popped her head, hanging wrapped around her . “It’s true,” she declared.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to make a mess.” He gazed up with wide, nervous eyes.

Ukuri sighed and smiled, “Well, I've got some rags upstairs that will do the job just fine if you want one.

"Yes, please. Thank you.”

“No worries hun. You are so sweet.”

As Ukuri left, Cass commented as she laid down the hanging, "Wow you got one of those strict fancy moms.” She then grabbed the boxes off the boxes and sat down.

The boy sat down next to her, he admitted.“She does kind of get mad when my siblings and I pull pranks or bring mud in the house or when we stay up late. But she always makes us feel better when we get bullied and really loves to help us with our homework.”

“She sounds nice, but I think I’ll take my mom any day of the week,” the girl said and then offered the boy his box.

The boy sat the box on his lap, cautiously took the sandwich with both hands. “I’ve never had anything so…wet and sticky…” He mentioned.

Cass chomped down on an onion ring as she spoke, “That’s called grease. It’s what the cook the food in. Just take a bite, it’s gonna not kill ya. Trust me. I’ve eaten this stuff plenty of times.” She then swallowed, a series of coughs following.  Cass pounded on her chest until she started breathing again.

“Okay…” Ralnor glanced at his friend nervously before looking at the dark sandwich in front of him, cheese slightly oozing out of the crust and took a small bite. The gooeyness of the warm cheese and the crunchiness of the bread filled his mouth. After swallowing, the boy said in awe, “This is good.”

"See, nothing to worry about," Cass stated. "Welcome to unhealthy-ish foods.”

“Ish?” Ralnor repeated.

“Because well cheese and bread are good for you, right? But, some people say all the healthy stuff gets lost when you fry foods like this. But I think still think there’s some left. Maybe not that much, but still some.”

Ralnor laughed. “I really like the way you think Cass.”

“Thanks.” The girl admitted, beaming.

As Ralnor continued to eat, he heard something hitting the ground repeatedly. That’s when he noticed the two dogs in the corner of the stall. The large white dog with almost green was wagging his tail, panting at the two of them. The black dog stared silently at them.

“Uh..what’s up with your dogs?”

“Oh, they always do that when it's meal time,” Cass shrugged. “Daddy used to let them have leftovers of their meals, just try looking away and you should be okay."

“Alright,” the prince stated as he turned around and tried to concentrate on his food. However, the sound of panting only got louder. He turned around slightly to see the larger dog right up in his face. "Hi, doggie," Ralnor greeted. Then the tog bit the crust out of his hand, tugging it away. He then sat down and started to chew on the leftover sandwich. “Hey!” the boy cried out.

“You gotta be careful around Noishe,” Cass commented. “He’ll take what he wants without warning. Gotta stay sharp.”

“What about that dog?” Ralnor pointed to the thin, black dog still in the corner.

“That’s Repede. He’s the quiet one. He doesn’t cause trouble much unless you have something you want.”

“Like what?”

Before Cass could reply, the dog slipped over, his head on the girl’s lap. Cass managed to grab her box of food before he could grab a piece.

“Fries for one thing.” The girl muttered as she patted his head. “Come one bro. Mommy doesn’t want you to have too much human food. You are not as young as you used to be.”

The dog growled a bit and started nuzzling her stomach.

The girl started to laugh, “Okay, just one more piece.” And she plucked off a fry and put it right in front of the dog’s mouth. The canine eagerly took the piece and started to eat.

Ukuri walked into the stall, some rags draped over her arm. “Cass, you better not be feeding the dogs cooked food again. You know its not good for them.”

“I’m just showing Ralnor what not to do around the dogs when they want food.”

“Really?” Ralnor asked.

Cass shushed him, “Come on Ralnor, just go along with it.”

“Sure you are, and that is not the sound of the dogs’ chewing.” Ukuri lamented as she sat down handing a rag to her guest. She then reached for her food still on the counter and joined the two children on the mat.

"Well, it's a lesson by trial and error." The girl shrugged.

The woman chuckled shaking her head. “You know Ralnor, I think I might have to save you from my girl. Who knows what kinds of things she’ll teach you if I left you two alone?”

“Like adult words?” Cass suggested.

“What are adult words?” Ralnor asked.

“You know the words that grownups say when they bang their heads on doorways or stub their toes on furniture.” The girl started to beam, “For example…”

Ukuri then picked up her daughter, spilling out onion ring and fry bits and crumbs everywhere, rubbing her hair with her knuckles. “That’s enough out of you!”

"Ack! Aw, come on Mommy! You said it's better to learn now than later! Besides I promised I’d teach him everything I know!"

“I’ll have to put an end to that lesson. For all I know, Ralnor’s mommy might pick me up, put me over her knee, and spank me for letting you teach Ralnor those words. And who knows what she’ll do to you.”

The two dogs eagerly attacked the pieces the food, licking up and chewing on everything they could find.

Ralnor couldn't help but laugh at the scene. He couldn’t help but think, "I still miss Mama, Papa, Covarog, Orana, Kanisa and Tebanam...but Cass and Ukuri they make me feel right at home. I'm really happy I met them. I can’t wait for my family to meet them."

With the sky starting to change into its usual evening red, orange, and yellow, the royal family still didn’t find their missing member. Tebanam napped inside his father’s arms, while the other children clung onto their parents' legs to support them, rubbing their eyes.

“Still no sign of him…” Zelda sighed, patting Kanisa’s bobbing head.

“We will find Ralnor, we can’t lose hope.” Ganondorf countered.

“But we’ve search all over,” the queen retorted. “The only thing left to do is go inside each stall and search.”

“If that’s we have to do, then so be it,” the king commented. “But first, we must take the children home.”

At the mention of them, Covarog, Kanisa, and Orana snapped up. “What?” They all screamed. Tebanam now wide awake by the noise, starting to whimper.

“But we can’t go home yet!” Orana declared. “We haven’t found Ralnor yet!”

“We can’t leave him behind! We just can’t!” Covarog declared.

“We can still help!” Kanisa interjected before a yawn cut her off.

The king smiled, sparing one hand to pat Kanisa’s head. Zelda stroked Orana's and Covarog’s heads. “Yes, but you are also very much exhausted. You need to go to sleep.”

“No, we don't!" Covarog objected with the stomp of his foot.

“Yes, you do." The king then lifted the boy's chin with his fingers. "Don't worry, your mother and I will not stop searching for your brother. We will bring him home. But we also care about you, and you need to get to bed."

“I don’t think that I can sleep…with Ralnor out there….somewhere without us…” Orana sighed, staving off a yawn.

“Well at least, we’ll get you ready and you can try for us? Okay?” Zelda asked.

The three older children glanced at each other frowning. Tebanam grumbled a bit as his father swayed him, calming him down. Covarog sighed, “Okay let’s go home.”

The queen smiled, “I know this is hard. But we will find him soon.”

Covarog took his father’s free hand and the girls took their mother’s. However, just as they started the walk, Kanisa cried out, “That’s it!” digging her heels in the ground.

“Kanisa what’s it?” Zelda asked.

“That’s the stall! The one that Ralnor left for! It’s that one!” She pointed her free hand, bouncing up and down.

“Are you sure Kani? Looks like all the other plant stalls. What makes this one so special?” Orana asked.

“It’s got the most plants! The others didn’t have that many! If Ralnor didn’t go to this stall, then I don’t know about Ralnor at all!” Kanisa beamed.

The parents looked at each other, “Well it is worth a look,” Zelda admitted and the group headed to the stall. A young man stood in the back, pulling down on the tarp while the old lady still sat in her chair dozing off.

Covarog, Orana, and Kanisa immediately dashed into the stall, calling out “Ralnor!" while going around every pot and ducking under every table.

“Children stop!” Zelda called out.

The young man stopped his motion, staring blankly at the commotion. “Something tells me that you are not here for a houseplant.” He chuckled. Then he saw who he was talking to and gave a small bow, “Uh sorry your majesties. What can I help you with?”

“We are searching for our son Ralnor, brown skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, green clothes. He wandered off earlier today and we haven’t seen him since. We think he might have been here for a while. Have you seen him?” Ganondorf replied.

“Ooh sorry to hear that. Hope you find him. What time of day do you think he left?” The man asked.

“This morning. Before noon,” Zelda answered.

“Shoot. I didn’t see him. Most people don’t want to carry a heavy plant all day, so we don’t do much busy in the morning. I left Ma with the stall while I looked around. She might have seen something. Just hope her working ear is working again.” The man walked toward the old lady and started to yell “HEY MA!”

The woman snapped open, drool slipping out. She glanced around, adjusting her glasses “Who said that?”

“HEY MA! DID YOU SEE A BLOND BOY TODAY?” the man asked.

“Oi tone it down, I’m deaf but I’m not dead. You might raise your father back being that loud,” the old lady gristled.

“Ma, these parents lost their boy. He might have been here. Seen him?” her son asked.

“Boy…boy…boy,” the woman wondered.

The adults continued to stare, leaning closer waiting for her next words. But then the woman's head slipped back and started to snore.

“Ma!” the man called out. However, his mother continued to slumber.  He sighed, “Sorry about this your majesties. I wish we could help out more.”

Just there was a loud clatter. The royal couple and merchant turned to see Orana, leaning forward with her hand's out wide inches away from a broken pot, laying on its side.  Clay pieces and soil scattered on the ground, while a scrub bush lay helplessly on its side, roots exposed. "Whoopsie…" The princess stated.

“Orana!” Zelda called out.

“I’m sorry! I swear I just bumped it!” Orana stated.

“It’s okay, I needed to replant that one anyway,” the man replied.

“We’ll pay for the damages.” The king declared.

“No your majesty, it’s fine,” the merchant insisted.

As the three adults haggled over the pot, the princess made her way over to the little old lady, staring into space. The girl placed her hand on her lap. “I’m sorry I broke your pot. I’ll pay for it with my allowance.” She then dug into a small bag at her side.

The woman turned towards the child and smiled. "Ah what a sweet child. How can I ask money from such a kind soul? After the way you help that little girl earlier too. Don't worry. My son broke many a pot when he was your age."

“Little girl?” Orana asked.

“You know that cute little blonde you ran into. She came in here and you two ran around chasing each other. Then when she was crying you comforted her and took her away. I bet you have been friends for a long time.”

“You don’t think…” Orana glanced at her siblings.

“Can you tell us about this blonde girl?” Kanisa asked.

“Of course! One of the cutest children I’ve seen. Silky blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, green clothes, and the loveliest brown skin. Really put my kid to shame.”

"Thanks, mom I feel loved,” the man sighed.

“Where did I…and the blonde girl go?” Orana asked.

“Not sure…just saw you going to the left.” The old woman shrugged.

“Mama, Papa do you think that if we find the other girl we might find Ralnor?” Covarog asked.

"Well, it's the best lead we've had all day," Ganondorf admitted.

“Hope you find your kid soon.” The merchant stated.

“Thank you. Come on kids, let’s find your brother!” Zelda declared.

As the royal family left, the woman adjusted her glasses, sighing “What a lovely family. Mother’s a bit hairy though…”

The merchant laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Ma don’t ever change.”

Ralnor and Cass watched out of the stall window, using their crossed arms as cushions as they rest their hands.

“Still nothing?” Cass asked.

“Yes,” Ralnor sighed.

“Sorry. I really thought we had a good spot and you’d find your family like that,” Cass stated with a snap.

“Well, I’m glad I’m here. If you hadn’t been at the stall, I probably just sat at the stall with that old lady, crying how my family left me. I’ve had a lot of fun today. Thanks for taking me in,” the boy leaned in.

“No problem, what are friends for?” Cass wrapped her arm around him, pulling him closer.

Ukuri stepped in, patting Ralnor on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll find your folks. I’ve just a couple of things to pack away and the dogs to put upstairs, then we can look around. You two kids head outside.”

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Okay, mommy."

Just as the kid’s reached the outside of the stall, Cass stopped, “Huh…I just realized I never asked what your parents look like.”

"My parents tend to stand out in a crowd, especially my papa. You'd know them the moment you see them."

“Probably, but not all Gerudos look alike. Some are tall, some are really tall, some are thin or fat, but we are all Gerudo. So what do your daddy and mommy look like?"

"My papa…"

“Ralnor!”

The children turned to see Orana and Kanisa running at them, arms open wide.

“Orana! Kanisa!” the boy cheered, opening his arms wide as well.

The two princesses tackled their brother, almost hitting him to the ground, knocking off his hat.

“Oh Ral, we're sorry we left you behind. We thought Mama and Papa knew you were at that plant stall!" Orana explained.

“We’ve missed you so much!” Kanisa sniffled, clutching her brother tightly.

“I’ve missed you too!” the boy eagerly returned their embrace, a few sniffles coming out.

"Sweet! That's one part of your family down!"

The reunited trio turned to the Gerudo girl smiling at them, hands on her hips.

There was a moment of silence before Orana yelled, “It’s a Gerudo girl!”

"Yes." The boy stood up and displayed his hand out.  "This is my friend Cass. We met at the plant stall and she and her mama took me in so I can look for you.” He used his other hand to display his family. Cass these are my sisters, Orana and Kanisa.”

“Nice to meet ya.” Cass offered a hand.

Kanisa gaped for a bit, before hiding behing her brother. She still stared in awe of the girl as she sqeauked out a hello.

Orana beamed and grabbing Cass’s hand with both of her own, shaking it violently . "Hi, there! Thanks for taking care of our big bro!"

Cass, still shaking from the girl’s grasp, tilted her head,“ Bro?”

“Ralnor!”

Just then the group of children turned to see Zelda dashing towards them.

“Mama!” he yelled and ran towards her and jumped right into her arms. Now sobbing, he nuzzled his head against her chest. “I’ve missed you so much.”

The force from her son caused Zelda to sit down, cradling her boy, “I’ve missed you too! I’m sorry we left you behind.”

“It’s okay. Next time I’ll double check with Papa.” He raised his head, smiling.

She beamed and kissed his forehead, “You smart thing you.”

The queen set her son on the ground and stood up. He took her hand and led her to Cass. “Mama, this is my new friend Cass. She found me at the stall and let me stay with her mama until I can find you.”

"I am so happy that my son is making such wonderful friends. Thank you so much for helping him." She knelt down, looking the girl in the eyes, smiling.

The Gerudo girl’s jaw dropped. She tugged her hand out of Orana’s and pointed at Ralnor.  She yelled, “YOU LIED TO ME!”

Ralnor blinked and squeaked out, “What?”

“You said you were a Gerudo. But you are not!" Cass pointed at Zelda. "You can only be a Gerudo if your mama! And she’s not! She’s the exact opposite!”

“Yes, we are! We are just as Gerudo as you!” Orana declared.

“No, you are not! Besides he’s  a boy!” Cass pointed to Ralnor. “There’s no such thing as a boy Gerudo!”

“Nuh-huh there’s Ganondorf!” Kanisa stated.

“Children please calm down.” Zelda ushered.

“Ganondorf’s not a Gerudo! He’s just a monster!” Cass roared, stomping her foot.

“Ralnor!”

The arguing group stopped to see Ganondorf stomping towards them, Tebanam still on his chest and Covarog trailing behind. The king scooped up his son and started to kiss his face.

“Papa!” The boy eagerly wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Cass this is our Papa, Ganondorf.” Orana declared. “So we are just as Gerudo as you!” Orana folded her arms on her chest.

“Yeah!” Kanisa agreed with her hands on her hips.

At the mention of his name, he looked down and saw the Gerudo girl. His jaw dropped slightly and eye widened with joy.

The same couldn't be said for Cass. She started to turn as pale as a sheet. Then let out a blood-curdling scream. Once the royal family could hear again, she slumped over on the ground.

“Cass!” Ralnor cried out. He climbed down his father’s front and knelt next to the girl. He flipped her over and patted her cheek, but she still didn’t wake up.

“What’s wrong with her?” Orana asked.

“Cass!”

The group now saw Ukuri, standing a few feet away from them, holding her head in her hands. She dashed over and picked up her daughter. “Cass, monkey, sweetie. Please wake up!” She shook the girl slightly, but still no response.  The mother twisted towards Ralnor. “What happened to her?”

“I don’t know!” He replied anxiously.  “She just looked at my Papa and screamed and fell over!”

“Papa?” That’s when the Gerudo woman noticed the king standing before her. She, too, turned and slumped over, still holding her child.

“Mrs. Ukuri!” Ralnor cried out. He then looked up at his father, tears clouding his eyes. "Papa…did you kill them?

"What no!" The king declared but it was too late. Ralnor now bawled his head off.

"We can't leave them like this," Zelda commented. "We'll take them back to the castle."

Ganondorf picked up both Gerudo women in his arms. All along the way back to the carriage and in the carriage ride to the castle, Ralnor kept glancing at his new friends. Hoping they would be alright.

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[mrneighbourlove]

Shadow Hunt: Ch 1. Setting up the Players

Clara sat back quietly onto the seat of the psychiatrist’s chair, taking slow deep breathes as instructed by her doctor. Work had been dragging on her, and with the anniversary of most of her friends’ deaths at the hand of the being known as Vul’kar tomorrow, she was feeling incredibly depressed.  “Can I have another pillow?”

“Of course.” Doctor Kai Neighbour gave a light smile as he got up to select another pillow from his cupboard. Doctor Neighbour had only been working as a professional for six months, but he was the leading psychologist in Hyrule. Sure, this only came about due to most of his predecessors being killed in wars, or having traveled to Danjur to seek asylum from all the death, but Doctor Neighbour was absolutely dedicated to helping all walks of life in Hyrule. No matter if they Moblins, Hylians, or Lorleidians, he wanted to be a neighbour to them, someone they could trust. Everyone had difficulties after all. Handing Clara the pillow, Doctor Neighbour took his seat with easy care. “More comfortable?”

“Yes. Thank you.” Clara relaxed with a few more breathes. “Doctor Neighbour. It’s been getting more stressful. The days are going by harder and harder knowing that my friends are all gone. I don’t know why I’m still sad about this.”

Doctor Neighbour gave a light nod of his head. He too lost people he cared for during the eclipse. “Grief is something that might never go away. Its hold on us being an overbearing force in our lives. We have to accept that, and we have to know that its normal to still feel sad. To be numb to your friends’ deaths wouldn’t be good now. You know in your heart that you care for them, and they’ll be with you.”

“But what do I do now? If it’s not going to go away, how do I cope with it?”

“Do you have any friends that survived the eclipse?”

“Yes… but…”

Doctor Neighbour made sure to not fully interrupt her as she spoke, clueing in at the appropriate time. “Anyone to go to? Old or new friends?”

“I was in a chess league with Prince Ralnor as a teenager. But he’s so busy helping the king. And I heard he’s married and has a child.”

Her psychologist could only smile, and softly clapped his hands together. “Our worries come from a place of possibilities, but possibilities we never achieve due to the worry of only the worst outcomes. And we won’t ever achieve the positive outcomes if we don’t take the chance to reach out to them.”

Clara was still somewhere in the middle of assurance and worry. “Are you sure he wouldn’t tell me off?”

“Clara. I’m sure if you took a deep breath, take that confidence I know you have, and knock on his front door, he’d be more than happy to play a game of chess and catch up with you.”

Clara appreciated her doctor’s positivity. His never give up thinking and to always try made her feel better now. “Alright. If you think that’s what it takes.”

“I’ll even write a note making it mandatory.” Doctor Neighbour smiled another on of his soft smiles.

The meeting lasted half an hour, and after talking about work and saying goodbye, Clara took her bags and walked up to the castle palace. When a guard asked what her business was, she simply showed the doctors note. She couldn’t believe it actually came down to that. Making her way through the palace with a guard escort, she took a deep breath, and searched deep for her confidence. With a steady smile, she knocked on Ralnor’s door.

“Ukuri! Let papa answer the door!” The moment that girl started to hobble around, Ralnor knew she’d be a handful. Picking his daughter up, he quickly placed her back in a crib. “Stay there.”

When the Prince answered the door, Clara was surprised by how much he had grown. They hadn’t seen each other in plenty of years. He still had that long golden hair like his mother though. She instinctively brushed the hair out of her face. “Hello Prince Ralnor. I’m not sure if you remember me. But we used to play chess together.”

“Clara.” Ralnor mimicked her hair gesture with his finger. “You still do that thing with your hair when you’re worried.”

“Oh gosh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Its been ages, hasn’t it? What have you been up to all these years?”

“Well, I started using my teaching degree and ran a chess club for students, as well as anyone in Castle Town who was interested.”

“I heard. In the Brazzer Corner.”

“Yes. Its…. Its all gone now.”

Ralnor didn’t show a lot of emotion, but he understood it and picked up on it well in others. Clara was clearly hurt by the destruction Vul’kar rained upon Hyrule. Her presence here most likely meant she was looking for a friend. Her nervousness deduced this may have been a last resort. Shyness perhaps? The prince didn’t see why he couldn’t give her his time. He did remember how she was one of the few Hylians to be kind to him without an ulterior motive. “Would you like to come in Clara? I have some water if you’d like.”

Clara wasn’t one to hide her emotions. The fact she was actually let in felt incredibly gratifying. “Thank you. That would be very kind.” She took notice of the little one in the pen, reaching up. “Oh my goodness. She’s adorable.”

Ralnor finished pouring the glasses of water, looking proudly at his daughter. “Yes, she is. My little Ukuri, pride and joy of my life. She has her mother’s charms.”

“I’m sure she’s lovely.”

Ralnor took out an old, but richly engraved wooden chess piece collection, carefully setting it on the table. “Would you like to play? For old times sake?”

Clara felt her heart flutter, excited to play chess with an old friend. “I would. I’m sure you haven’t gotten rusty.”

“Not at all. It’s my favourite hobby.”

“Well, I’m sure your daughter can be a good referee.”

Taking their seats, the two of them played a long, yet fun game of chess, slowly catching up over lost time. Clara carefully moved her bishop to take Ralnor’s rook. “So, how did you and your wife meet?”

“My father always did want Covarog to have a Gerudo wife. Cass disagreed heavily with being forced into any relationship, even with a crown Gerudo prince. To appease my father, I proposed a relationship instead. With time…” Ralnor calculated his move and moved his knight into position. “… we formed an organic love with one another.”

“That’s very sweet Ralnor. I told you that you were likeable years ago.”

“It’s all about confidence now, isn’t it?”

“I suppose it is.” Clara moved her rook into place. “Check.”

Ralnor’s lips curled into a light smile as he moved his king into a specific space. Clara took a pawn with her queen. With this move however, Ralnor slipped his knight into place. “Check…” He watched Clara scan the board. Ralnor placed all his pieces perfectly. And she was so close to winning to. How’d she miss that? “… and mate.”

“Wow. You beat me.”

“Well, I should after years of practice. Not a child anymore now.”

“And without mothers help too. I’m sure Zelda would be proud.”

“Well, she did pay a lot for those lessons.” Ralnor shook Clara’s hand in good sportsmanship. “Good game Clara.”

“Good game Ralnor. I do hope we can do this again.”

Ralnor carefully put his chest board away, with all the pieces placed in cushioning. “I do as well. With all the recent events in the past few years, it has been difficult to find some quiet time for one’s self.”

His daughter cried out to him, wanting attention. Going over to her crib, Ralnor picked Ukuri and rocked her back and forth in his arms against his shoulder. “Really though, it was good to see you again Clara. I should really feed her and get her to bed. Not too awake myself either.”

“I understand. I’m sure that you have a private school in mind, but I’d be honoured to teach Ukuri when she’s old enough to start taking school. That is, if you’d ever think of enlisting your children into public schooling.”

“That’s something my wife and I would have to discuss; however, I will consider it as an option Clara. Do have a goodnight getting home. Would you like an armed escort?”

“Oh, please, that’s not needed. I should be fine getting home on my own, thank you.” Clara gave Ralnor a soft hug, surprising the prince. “Thank you for sharing the evening with me.”

“It’s no problem at all. Good day now Clara.”

The young women waved goodbye and took her time getting home. The sun set slowly onto the country of Hyrule. The reconstruction of castle town had been slow, but most of that was due to the city expansion plan. Building the area much larger than before, as well as having defences around the city and castle for greater protection. Two times the city was battered by destruction in the last few decades, so architects under the orders of the King and Queen wanted to make sure that the city could be organized effectively for a large population under evacuation quickly.

Her new house was right next to what would become a moat canal. The area had to have its construction completed before filling it with water that connected from the river. Going through her bag, she looked for her key. Every house on the block needed a key. For some reason, King Ganondorf was obsessed with the rule all new houses needed keys. “Stupid little silver- where are- there we go.”

Opening the door, she took a deep breath. Her house was oddly cool walking in. Setting her bag down, she took a sharp right into her kitchen. It was a small house, with narrow 90-degree angles. Grabbing her cupboard door, Clara heard her cat bounce up the stairs as she looked inside decide what she’d have one her late-night sandwich. The creaking of her steps gave it away, as well as a light purr.

Grabbing the kitty kibble, she poured some out for her cat to eat. Clara was ready for bed, so after eating her sandwich, she threw her clothing off and walked up the steps. More 90-degree turns up tight corners, she took a direct left at the steps, entering her bedroom. At least she was able to afford a nice big bed. Part of her wondered why she got a queen-sized bed if she never had anyone with her in it.

Crawling into bed, Clara relaxed, feeling the heavy blanket over her body. Her head turned slightly to hear her door creaking open. From this angle on her bed, she couldn’t see her cat come in. Closing her eyes, she tried to get comfortable. That was when she felt some weight beside her, pressing into the sheets. “Molly?”

Turning her head towards where the weight was, she saw only her closet. It was dark, but when she looked down, Clara thought she saw the imprint of a hand on her sheet. That was when she felt a shift at the edge of her bed. And it was subtle, but as she turned her head, she saw the blanket slightly move, a shape getting closer to her. Her brain was firing like crazy. Clara couldn’t help it, but a reaction of her unconscious curiosity got the better of her, and her eyes looked down at under her blanket.

In front of her was a man in thick, black latex all around his body, bar a tiny zipper keeping the mouth closed. She could only see the man’s eyes looking into hers. They were full of ill intent. Psychopathy. As she let out a scream, the figure reached out with a black hand covered in blood for her neck. He pinned her naked stomach with his knee as he started to choke her.

Carla felt her oxygen being choked out as the latex man choked the life from her. Reaching for a night candle, she smashed the candle stick against his head. The man let go of her temporally, allowing Clara to get up. Before she could get off the bed fully, she felt her back spike in pain with the sound of a sickening slice across her back. Clara gasped as she fell to the floor. Getting out the door, she looked across the hall to the bathroom, where she found her cat Molly, gutted and left smashed in the door.

“No. Please, take what ever valuables I have. Please don’t kill me!”

She turned to see the man crawling towards her, like a beast on all his hands and feet. His head never bobbed, entirely focused on her struggle. He was a gimp, his body tight and black as death. Raising the sickle in his right hand, Clara couldn’t stop him from stabbing into her leg. With a twist of his wrist, the maniac curved the sickle, and cut Clara’s right leg completely off from the kneecap. She whimpered, trying to scream when he crawled on top of her, holding his bloody hand over her mouth. His other hand trailed her naked body, the cold against her skin. Clara felt terror like nothing she ever felt in her life until now. She whimpered loudly when she felt a tongue trail the back of her neck. The man got a taste of fear, and was satisfied. Her terror was replaced by simple, effective, and life ending pain when the maniac took his sickle, and from between her legs, cleaved upwards on her body.

It was a slow end as Clara couldn’t even scream, overcome by shock and agony. She barely felt her body dragged to her window, the killer still crouching low as he dragged her mangled body. As her insides fell out, her mouth barely made an audible help, seeking sanctuary with her friends.

~

A man was walking in the cold morning of castle town. He had a morning routine every day. Run around the full area of the town square, go through the alleys, down to the empty moat, up the tall stair way, then back to his house. As he ran through the moat, he felt something drop on his head. It wasn’t supposed to rain was it? Looking up, he saw a nightmare come to life. Crows gathered around the body of a mutilated woman hanging from her bedroom window by her intestines. He screamed with absolute terror; his legs frozen with fear by the sight.

~

Ralnor received a knock at the door from a guard. He was preparing Ukuri for breakfast when he was interrupted by loud knocks. Grumpy he was interrupted, he opened his door in a huff and a cold face. “I’m very busy right now, so what-”

Ralnor stopped when he saw how pale the soldier was. “S-s-sir. I’m so, so sorry.”

The prince felt an awful feeling in his gut. “What is it soldier?”

“There was an incident down in the town. That friend of yours that was here yesterday. She’s…” The soldier could barely get her sentence out. Ralnor already calculated the dreaded words that would come next from the reaction of the women in front of him, but he still wished she didn’t speak them. “She’s dead my prince.”

Ralnor clenched his fist. Why? Why did this happen? “Get one of my sisters to look after my daughter. And give me Clara’s address.”

“Sir. I don’t think you want to see her…”

Ralnor gripped the soldier by the collar, glaring deep into their eyes. “I didn’t hesitate in giving my order. Now you shouldn’t hesitate in carrying it out.”

The soldier gulped, but the fear in her eyes didn’t waver. “… Very well. Prepare yourself Prince Ralnor…”

Ralnor received the address and quickly made his way down. Townsfolk surrounded the house, with local guards keeping people out. There were a few people crying from the agony of the news, and one investigator came out, puking into a bush. The prince hopped of his horse and showed his royal identification. “Let me through. I won’t ask twice.”

The investigators looked at each other, wondering if he had the authority to propose such orders, but there were no arguments. “We’re all taking a break. We moved the body from the window onto the bed, but warning my prince… it’s graphic in there.”

Ralnor slowly made his way in. Blood was smeared on the door way and trailing down the walls. The prince’s eyes followed the first blood trail to the kitchen. The freezer, kept cold by Zora ice, had bloody hands prints all over it. Opening the door, Ralnor flinched at the sight of a poor beaten in cat with a human heart stuffed in its mouth. Whoever did this wanted to take his time, send a message. Be some sort of sick artist. The cat’s wounds were horrific. It most likely suffered for a while, which meant the killer had time to kill it before Clara arrived home, and to do this with her heart, he had the time to be creative after her death.

Closing the fridge, Ralnor turned to go up to the steps. Making the first turn right, his mind raced seeing Clara’s leg against the wall. Pausing, Ralnor turned right again to the upper hall. His eyes rested on the massive pool of blood, mixed with other bodily fluids.  The carpet was stained, a darkness that would have to be utterly ripped from the foundation. Choosing to go right, he saw fur and blood smearing against the bathroom door. That must have been the point of origin of the cat’s death. Walking to the bathroom, Ralnor took note how clean it was compared to the rest of the house, save a little pile near the door. Looking at the toilet, he noticed some blood stains on the toilet seat. Taking a gander inside the toilet, there was wet blood. Did the killer wash his hands inside the toilet bowl?

As Ralnor walked out and opened the bedroom door, his analysis of the situation was forgotten immediately. He didn’t see the corpse of a random stranger, or even someone who worked for his family. He saw his friend. Clara laid on the bed, her body split open down the middle down up to just above her belly button. Her left breast had been cut open, where her heart was removed. The guts that had fallen out were stabbed into the wall in shape of a symbol Ralnor couldn’t make out. Her intestines were removed from her body by the investigators, but Ralnor could tell she was hung by them. The look in her eyes and face, the fear, shook Ralnor to his core. She died terrified.

Ralnor bit his lips in fury. Who would do this to her? Why would anyone do this? They killed her like a monster. She didn’t deserve this fate. Clara was a teacher; she never would have hurt anyone. By the gods, why did this happen under his watch? He should have insisted that she had a guard escort her. No. The killer was waiting inside. Her fate was sealed with or without Ralnor’s assistance. His teeth broke the skin of his lips, and blood dripped. Wiping his mouth, Ralnor shook subtly. After being powerless as a child to stop Kanisa from being kidnapped, after being a puppet to Vul’kar, letting that demon posses his body, and being so sick of the hidden depravity that made Hyrule stink, the Prince had enough. His friend’s death would not stand.

“Clara. I’m so sorry this happened to you. But I swear to you, I will look for who did this. I will find them no matter where they have hidden. I will make them suffer more than you ever did. And then I will kill them.”

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[da-owo]

Drew covarog today!

Belongs to @ridersoftheapocalypse and @s-kinnaly !

[figmentforms]

Part 101 of  “A Tale of Two Rulers” (March-20-2017)

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[lionbewwy]

I tend to sketch more than doing any coloring or lining *sob*

So I’m a big ol fan of the “A Tale of Two Rulers” comic and have been since @figmentforms started uploading it. Which then got me REALLY into the Zelda x Ganondorf parade.

Then I saw their children beyond Rinku (best girl) and have read all of fics about them and now I’m even more obsessed.

I drew Rinku in a sleepy blur this morning so she’s a bit messier but she’s my favorite of the zelgan kiddos and such a goblin in the comic and is the best!!

Ralnor and Kanisa are also my other favorites of the kids from that pair which @s-kinnaly has GORGEOUS art of them all. And Vidar is one of her OCs that really resonates with me and I love him just as much. Today I was just using them as warm up practice and ended up liking the super rough sketches enough to post them. I definitely want to give their creators a little more justice with better fanart eventually

Lastly are the OCs I suddenly started drawing while being inspired by them all fdlsdjsf. Two adventuring/on the run sisters from a mysterious tribe of warriors!

[ludibundus]

Zelgan got officially engaged in my save file by holding an engagement party, the Ito sibling are honorary children of them both. And the cat in the last picture is cupcake, mind you, Ganondorf named his cat, not me. These photos were taken days ago but I only had this time to upload them due to my busy schedule. The wedding will be uploaded on later date with a longer description of what happened because it was a circus.

[s-kinnaly]

Inspired by @ridersoftheapocalypse story “Glacier’s Forge” with our characters :3 Check it out if your interested :3 

Ralnor’s sassiness was inspired by Olenna Tyrell from Game of Thrones~ I freakin love her~ I had this idea that while Kanisa is secretly seeing Vidar, a prince from Danjur demand for her hand in marriage or else the alliance is off. So Ralnor accompanies Kanisa to Danjur to negotiate.

Thank you guys for all of your support! *btw I love reading your tags and comments~* 

[pocketseizure]

Do you think Zelda and Ganon would continue the name themes with any children they would have?

This is an interesting question!

The canonical answer for Zelda is that of course she would name her female children Zelda; this is what every Zelda in every game seems to have done.

Meanwhile, it’s difficult to imagine any of the canonical versions of Ganondorf having or even wanting children. We don’t have much information to go on, but Ganondorf seems to have left everything and everyone behind in order to pursue power. If he has fathered children, there’s no indication that he cares anything about them or the way they’re raised. In his deep attachment to Hyrule, he might be even more invested in tradition than Zelda; but, on the other hand, he might insist on subverting naming traditions in order to defy the gods, the monarchy, or fate itself. Ganondorf could go in a lot of different directions based on his canonical characterization, I think.

The answer to this question really depends on what experiences Zelda and Ganondorf have over the course of their relationship. Based on how their story develops, as well as how they develop as people alongside each other, a writer could make a number of strong arguments concerning how they would name their children. I tend not to read a lot of fanfic that focuses on babies or pregnancy, but I respect and admire the entire range of decisions that I’ve seen writers make. All Zelgan baby names are valid! Whatever choice Zelda and Ganondorf made, though, I’m sure both of them would be insufferable about it.

[suzubelle-chan]

A Cass/Ralnor Childhood Romance Au: Someday, Someplace Chapter 1

Hello again. Thanks again to @ridersoftheapocalypse, @s-kinnaly, and @mrneighbourlove for letting me use their characters. Let me state this is AU of @ridersoftheapocalypse‘s fanfiction, and alternative time line when the Zelgan kids meet their lovers as kids. I hope you enjoy this chapter too!

Someday, Someplace Chapter 1 Marketplace

Even though his mama told him not to, Ralnor stuck his head out the window of the carriage. All around him, Hylians, Gorons, Zorans, Ritos, even Goblins walked around looking at all the different stalls. Merchants yelled throughout the air, trying to compete over all the laughter and talking from the guests. Every year, Daourfel just got bigger and bigger with all new people coming in for the holiday, so much so that a new section of Castle Town was built just for traveling merchants to rent. The prince bounced a bit as he scanned around the stalls, seeing all the clothes, masks, toys, especially a few tables covered in stacks of books. Just as the carriage passed an alleyway, something caught the prince’s eyes. Or rather someone.

A person who was too tall to be a Hylian, but too thin to be a Goron or Goblin and not a fin or feather in sight. The person wore a white long-sleeved dress, heading down to the knees. The dress was covered by sky blue vest and skirt apron, highly embroidered with white clouds and wind trails blowing them around, a wrap of matching fabric connected the two parts. blue and highly embroidered brown boots covered the rest of their body. They fanned themselves with a blue hat with a white veil flowing out the back. However what surprised Ralnor was the person’s brown skin and a short red hair, barely reach the neck, clinging to their head.  

Ralnor knew why Papa and Klinge would try to include Gerudo traditions into the kid’s life from the clothes on their back, the stories before bed, to all the long language lessons they had to sit through. No one ever said it out loud, but there was always a bit of sadness when Papa and Klinge talked about life in the Gerudo kingdom. Like they would give anything to go back to those days. Because Papa and Klinge thought they, including the kids, were the last Gerudo in all the world. But they were wrong.

However, just as the woman slipped the hat back on, completely covering her hair, and headed towards the boy, the carriage rolled away from the alley. Ralnor started to lean out the window, hands propping him up, peering behind the way. The further away from the alley, the more the prince leaned out.  Ralnor could hear his mama call out to him but all his focus was watching the way. If he could just wait, he could see the Gerudo woman again…

One of the prince’s hands supporting him slipped and he fell face first out of the window. It happened so fast, he didn’t even get the chance to scream as he plummeted down. However, something caught his back, stopping him a few inches above the wheel. Then he felt the grasp drag him upwards, back into the cart, and into his father's arms.

“Ralnor are you alright?” Ganondorf asked, worry soaked into his tone.

"Yes, papa." The boy squeaked. He could now hear again and his heart pounded in his ears.

“Ralnor I’ve told you not to lean out the carriage window. You could have been seriously hurt,” Zelda scolded lightly, cupping her son’s head.

“I’m sorry mama, papa. I promise I won’t do it again.” The boy admitted and stretched his arms out wide over his father’s chest and enjoyed the embrace for a moment. However, he gasped and pushed himself up. “But you wouldn’t believe what I saw out there!”

“Okay Ralnor what was so important?” Zelda asked.

“A Gerudo! I saw a real Gerudo out there!” Ralnor pointed out carriage.

Gasps filled the air. Kanisa’s hands flew to her cheeks. Zelda's hand flew to her mouth. Orana’s jaw dropped. Covarog clutched his hair. Tebanam just tilted his head.

“Did you really?” Kanisa asked.

“Yeah, she had brown skin and red hair, really short though, but I know she was a Gerudo!” the boy beamed.

"Wow, another Gerudo! Isn't that amazing Papa?" Covarog asked.

All of the children looked up to their father, expecting a smile. However, their father wore a frown and a glassy look in eyes. Like as if he was looking for something far away, rather than his own kids.

“Papa?” Ralnor asked, tapping on the man’s face.

Ganondorf lifted his head, now wearing a sad smile. He set Ralnor on one of his knees and patted the boy’s head. “I’m sorry my boy, but I know you didn’t see a Gerudo.”

“What?” Ralnor asked. “But I did! If you outside, you can find her. She’s wearing a grey dress and hat and…”

“I’m sure you thought you saw a Gerudo.” The king affirmed. “But I have been all over the continent and I have never met another Gerudo.”

“I’ll look for you papa!” Orana offered, sticking her hand in the air. She then stood up and started to look out her own window. Tebanam wobbled to his own feet and leaned in next to her.

"Oh no, you don't!" Zelda declared and snatched the two children in her arms and sitting down. “One child endangering themselves is enough for one trip.”

“Aw mama,” Orana grumbled, crossing her arms. Tebanam just turned around and hugged his mama back.

“But I did see her Papa. I really really did,” Ralnor implored.

"I'm sorry son," Ganondorf replied. "But it's just not possible.

For a few moments, a heavy silence hung in the carriage. Only the squeaking of the wheels was the only sound.

“How about, while we are out and about, we keep an eye open for her?”

The family gazed at the queen and her suggestion.

“Zelda…” the king started.

“We’ll go throughout our day, looking at all the stalls just like we planned. We’ll just look around to see if we can find the woman Ralnor saw. If we don’t find her, then nothing is lost. And if we do find her, we’ll invite her over for dinner or something. Besides, Daourfel isn’t for another two months so we might see her sometime if not today.”

“Okay!” the children chirped.

Zelda briefly stuck her head out of the window and requested, “Ralu.  Stop the coach please.”

A wobble and a whoa later, the carriage completely stopped. The servant opened the door and the children spilled out, heading out to various stalls.

“Children, dears, please stay close to us!” Zelda yelled as she stepped out. However, something caught her shoulder. She turned to see her husband, a sad look in his eyes.

“Please,” he asked. “Don’t give them false hope.”

“You mean don't give you false hope," Zelda commented. “Don’t worry. He could have been wrong and we’ll have a fun day out, just like we planned. Just keep an open eye for a tall woman in blue to amuse the children all right?”

“All right,” the king agreed.

“Besides, you might be hoping he is wrong. Just so he doesn’t get to tell you, ‘I told you so,” Zelda let out a chuckle.

The king huffed, “Ralnor takes a lot after you dear, but I don’t think that much.”

At first, the children passionately looked for the Gerudo woman, but after seeing so many toys and clothes, the woman faded from their minds. They instead searched around for new things that they would use their cute smiles and wide eyes to convince their papa to buy them. The king indulged in quite a few whims, but he mainly satisfied his own desires by buying the finest fabrics he saw.

“Dear I wish you wouldn’t stress yourself about the children’s’ costumes. We do have a tailor who would be happy to work on a few.”

“They are my children, who deserve the best. What is better than their father’s handmade creations?”

“I’m sure the children won’t mind if you don’t make them all. Besides you ran yourself ragged making costumes last year, the year before that, and the year before…”

Ralnor tuned out the rest of his parent’s discussion, slowly turning into one of their little spats they had, in favor of scanning the different stalls. What caught his eye were several tall palm trees, their tops covered by a white cloth, with several lattice walls between them, covered in vines.

“Hey Mama, can I please look at that plant stall over there?” the prince asked.

“Yes dear,” Zelda called out before resuming her point with her husband that yes, he should delegate at least one outfit to the tailor.

Ralnor beamed and dashed over to the stall, taking it all in. It was the same size as the stores, but it felt bigger without traditional walls. The white cloth darkened the entire stall with the holes in the lattice letting light through. Four palm trees stood at each corner, connected by lattice walls, these covered in vines and flowers blooming from several plots at the bottom. The first half of the stall several large pots of various colored roses stood in five rows, spaces in between them for customers to walk in. The second half held five tables spaced out, covered in colorful pots with many plants. Many held flowers, some herbs, and Ralnor even spotted a few tiny cacti sprouting. At the very end back of the stall, sat an elderly woman, with giant glasses, head tilted, eyes closed, and a bit of drool coming out her mouth.

The prince paid the little old lady no mind and entered the stall, strolling amongst the newfound garden. He headed down to the rightmost row, gazing at all the vines. Some grew on the castle walls, but none of them had flowers. Some were small clusters of tiny flowers, some blue flowers that drooped open, and quite a few orange ones shaped like trumpets. He gazed at them, smiling and slowly strolling. Then he collided into something, causing him to stumble and fall on his butt.

“Ouch," he squeaked out.

“Ow!” Another voice called out.

As the prince rubbed his aching head, he gazed upon the other person he blinked and looked across the way. His mouth opened up a bit at the sight.

Before him stood a young girl in an outfit much like the Gerudo woman he saw earlier, but in a green vest and skirt with embroidery in the shape of blades of grass. She wore a round green hat that covered up much of her head, with a veil covering her neck. Green pants with vines peaked out of her skirt and embroidered boots covered her feet.  However, there was nothing to cover up her brown skin and the opened yellow eye open as she rubbed her head.

“Whoops! Sorry about that! I guess I didn’t see where I was going!” the young girl stated as she stood up and dusted herself off. She stepped over to the boy and offered him her hand. “Here let me help you up.”

Ralnor glanced between the hand and the girl’s face for a bit before taking it. She quickly pulled him up on his feet. “Nice to meet you.” The girl stated shaking their still holding hands.

He remained silent. His mind, however, raced out in a million directions, “Oh Nayru, Farore, Din it’s a real Gerudo girl! She’s my age! Maybe we can be friends? I bumped into her! Does she not like me now? Would she ever like me? Where did she come from? What do I say to her? How long have I been standing here? I don’t know what to do!!! AHHHHH!”

"Um…anyone home?" With her free hand, she made a fist and she pretended to knock against his head. "I wonder if I hit you harder than I thought…” and then she sighed. “Ah yes. Town folk manners, stranger danger. Well, my name is Cass, I am eight years old and I have two dogs and you?"

This snapped the boy out his mind and he started shaking her hand fiercely, “I’m Ralnor. I’m seven. I don’t have any pets. Sorry about bumping into you.”

“No, it’s alright I hit you too.” The girl stated. “So, what’s a townie kid doing here without your parents? I thought you folk never left your mama’s skirts.”

“My mama said it was alright if I looked at the plants by myself…” then a thought occurred to the boy. “If I really did see a Gerudo woman before and now I found a Gerudo girl so maybe…”  He decided to ask, “Where’s your mama? Is she walking around looking at the stalls too?”

“Nope. My mommy and me are merchants. We have our own stall lots of things to sell.”

“So, you two are here for Daourfel?”

"Duro-feel?" the girl attempted.

“It’s a Gerudo holiday, where everyone gets dressed up in costumes and goes around to different stalls to win candy and toys and lots of other fun things!” the boy explained.  “You’ve never heard of it?”

“Nah, my mommy and me don’t celebrate too many holidays ourselves, we just join in wherever we go.” Cass shrugged.

“Okay…” Ralnor stated. He wanted to know so much about the girl before him, but his words all stopped in his mouth, not sure how to get them out. He instead held his hands behind his back and started to shift his shoe into the ground.

“Do you have a question for me?”  

The prince stiffened up, “What makes you say that?”

“I’m a merchant," Cass stated, puffing up her chest and placing a fist over her heart. “I know how to read people’s faces. And you got these really big eyes saying to me that you want to ask me something.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Nah, I get a lot of questions. You can ask.”

“Thanks, okay,” Ralnor took a deep breath. He knew the answer but he just wanted to be sure, “Are you a Gerudo?”

Cass stiffened up, almost frozen. She started to glance around the stall. Then she dashed off.

“Wait!” the boy called out and charged after her.

Cass raced down the alleyways and spotted Ralnor following her. She then turned and continued down another path. Ralnor quickly followed. This continued on for several minutes. For a moment, Ralnor thought she had left the stall, but still heard footsteps. He decided to crouch down, underneath one of the tables and wait. After a few moments, Cass zipped by and Ralnor caught her by the leg, causing her to trip.

Cass turned to the boy, arms up, tears dewing up her eyes. “Please just let me go! I promise I won’t steal or hurt anyone!”

Ralnor asked, “What makes you think, I think you’ll do that?”

The girl sighed, “Because I am a Gerudo. And when people think of Gerudos they think of liars, thieves, and murderers."

“That’s not true,” the boy protested and then thought a moment. “While not so true. I mean we did do that stuff, but that was a long time ago.”

“But that’s what all the stories say about us. Wait…we?”

“Yeah. You see I’m a Gerudo too!”

The merchant girl put her hands on her hips. “No fooling?”

The prince started to rub the back of his head, "Well I know that I don't look like a traditional Gerudo, but I swear I am. And I know people say mean things about us. People are always mean to my siblings and me, calling us all lots of mean names. But I know they are wrong. My papa and mama said so. Please believe me.” He stretched out his hand, “If anything, I want to be your friend.”

Cass blinked, slowly rising up. She dusted her skirt off and crouched down. She stared at him right in the eyes for a few moments and then smiled. "Okay, I believe you."

“Really?!?” Ralnor exclaimed.

“Well I mean Zorans come in all kinds of colors and even Hylians can have brown skin. So, who’s to say Gerudos can’t be the same? Besides, if you were pretending you would have made yourself look like the rest of the Gerudos. And I’m always up to for making friends, especially in places where I probably can’t find any.” She took his hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you, new friend.”

The prince beamed. “Nice to meet you too!” Once he stood on his feet, he asked, “You know, once the market place closes, would you and your mama like to come over to my place for dinner? My papa would love to have you over.”

“That sounds great! I bet your mama and mine will have lots to talk about!”

“Okay, let me just tell my parents first.” The boy dashed out of the manmade garden. “Papa! Mama! Look who I found!” he declared.

However, his family wasn’t there. Ralnor scanned all around the street, but he still didn’t see them. No brothers and sisters weaving into the alleyways. No papa standing about the crowd. No mama calling out and trying to get everyone to stay together. All around him were a group of strangers, paying him no mind and continuing on with their lives. The boy stared at the ground, tears dewing up in his eyes.

“Hey Ralnor, did you find your folks?” Cass called out. She walked into the street, stopping right next to the boy. She leaned down so she can look him in the eye. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“My family isn’t here. Mama said it was alright, but maybe she didn’t really hear me at all…” the boy sniffled, a few tears pooling at his eyes and sliding down to his cheeks. “They left me behind and now I’m alone.”

“Hey!” Cass declared, “What happened to me?”

“What?” the boy asked.

“I am here. And I am your friend. And friends are supposed to help other friends. I’ll help you find your Mommy and Daddy.” She tugged on her sleeve so that it covered one of her hands. Then she used that sleeve to wipe the boy’s tears away. “Okay?”

“Okay,” the boy agreed, sniffling and trying to suck back in his snot.

“Need a sleeve? I don’t mind,” she offered her sleeve.

“No, I’m good,” the boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a light blue handkerchief. He quickly rubbed his face and blew into it. Then slipped it back inside his pocket.

“So, let’s think? Any idea where your family was going?”

“We were just looking around, not really heading anywhere.”

"Okay then…" the girl pondered and then snapped her fingers. "I've got an idea! How about you come and stay at our stall for a little while? Mommy and me got a great place, with lots of food stalls and people walking by. I’m sure that your family will walk by there soon.”

“I think my family brought our lunch.”

“And would that really stop you from begging your parents for snacks?” the girl asked.

"No, but that was Mama's plan. Not ours.” The boy shrugged.

The girl chuckled, "So what do you think? Wanna come over to my place?"

“Sounds good. Lead the way,” Ralnor stated.

Cass grinned and took his hand and started to drag him behind her. Just as they ran off, the elderly lady in the stall smiled at them. “What a nice couple,” she murmured before nodding back to sleep.

The two children weaved through the crowd, Cass leading with ease, Ralnor clinging to her hand to keep up.  After several minutes, the two stopped at the side of a large building, with stalls on either side of the first story. When Cass let go of his hand, the first thing Ralnor did was lean over, placing his hands on his knees, and panted-trying to catch his breath. “Your stall is in this building?” He asked between gasps.

“Yep!” She declared.

The boy straightened up, recovered a bit. He leaned around, looking all over the wall they stopped at. “But how do we get in? I’ve never seen a door to one of these places before.”

"That's because you don't know where to look," Cass replied. She walked over to the middle of the wall and gave it a few knocks. There was a creak and that part of the wall opened up, revealing a doorway.

“Woah…” the boy awed.

"They make buildings like this for us merchants so that way thieves can't break in so easily," Cass replied. "After you."

The boy walked into the building. On either side of him, there was a line of doors. Each had a number painted in black paint and a small window at the top. Some of them were shut, other open allowing all kinds of fragrances in. “So, all of these are traveling merchant shops?”

“Well some of them. There are a few chefs who travel around in the caravans and they use stops like this to get more business.”

“A caravan is a group of merchants traveling together right? Do you and your mama live in one?”

“That’s right and yeah. My mommy and me live with a few other ones. They got a different building than us so I’ll have to introduce you to them later.” The girl replied as she walked down the hall. She stopped at a door and knocked on it. Several barks and several shushes followed. Then the door’s little window was filled with a brown face with two yellow eyes looking down on the children. “Who’s there?”

“It’s-a-me!” Cass called out.

“I only know one me and that’s me.” The person replied, a twinkle in their eyes.

"Mommy, it's me, Cass. And a brought someone with me." The girl replied with a giggle.

The door opened and two balls of fur poured out and tackled Cass to the ground, knocking off her hat. Once they settled, Ralnor made them out to be two dogs-one white with almost green spots with large floppy ears that eagerly licked Cass’s face. The other was a slim black down with small pointed ears licking Cass’s round ones. Then Ralnor turned to see the woman in the doorway, his jaw dropping.

It was the same Gerudo Ralnor saw earlier-he was sure of it. Being closer, he could now see how tall she was, probably up to Papa or Klinge’s neck. She also had muscles, bumping through her sleeves. She just filled in the doorway and had to crouch down to get out. "All right you two mutts. Leave her alone now, she feels your love." She stated as she pushed the dogs away with her two hands. Cass rose up, quickly wiping her face with her sleeve. She then ran up and hugged the woman’s leg. The woman crouched down and wrapped her arms around the girl. “Hey there, little monkey. Did you have a good time exploring the market?”

“Yeah, I saw lots of cool things. And I met someone really cool!” She walked over next to Ralnor, stretch her arms out, and waved her fingers. “Ta-dah! Introducing Ralnor, my new friend.”

The group’s attention now turned on Ralnor, making him blush. He wrestled around with his shirt hem as he squeaked out a “Hi.”

The woman grinned, offering one of her large hands to the boy. “Nice to meet you Ralnor. I’m Cass’s mom. But you can call me by my real name Ukuri.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Ukuri ma’am.” The boy stated, placing his palm in the middle of hers. She grasped around it and shook their hands.

“Well looks Cass is rubbing elbows with some fancy folk. And some really cute ones too.”

The boy blushed a bright pink turning away from the group, he stammered, "Thank you, ma'am."

“What’s wrong hun?”

“Well…no one outside my family has ever called me cute before.”

“Then you must be surrounded by a bunch of blind folks not to notice. Speaking of which where is your family? Don’t tell me Cass kidnapped you.”

“Hey!”

“No, I went to look at a stall and when I came out my family was gone. Cass was there and she offered to let me stay with you until I could find them. Is it okay?” He gazed up at her wide-eyed.

“Please Mommy, Ralnor’s my friend," Cass added her own big puppy dog eyes and even added a little pout.

The woman rolled her eyes, “Enough with the cuteness. I was going to say yes anyway. Any friend of Cass’s is a friend of mine.”

The prince sighed, “Thank you.”

Cass beamed, “That’s right! Ralnor is a really special friend to me." She looked at her friend, head tilting and bobbing towards her “Now you tell her.”

Ralnor asked, “What?”

“You know the thing you told me. About you and your family.” Cass stated. “It’s your thing so you gotta tell it.”

The boy blinked and then he let out an, “Oh!” He turned to Ukuri and started, “Well actually Mrs. Ukuri, I am a Gerudo. Just like you and Cass are. Well quite not like you. But I swear I am.”

“Well well, today’s just full of surprises.” The woman touched the child’s golden locks, gently rubbing. “Well, well I guess a couple of hundred years of having kids with Hylians, I guess it’s bound to show up sometime. I bet you’ve got some magic from the blonde side of the family too.”

“You can do magic?” Cass beamed, she clutched his hands. “What can you do? Can you make fires? Storms? Make people disappear? Can you show me? Please?”

Ralnor fumbled a bit, "Well I can do a bit of fire magic, but my mama said I'm not supposed to use it inside."

“A wise woman,” Ukuri commented. “How we head inside the store? We’ve got a family to find.”

“Thank you, ma'am," the boy agreed stepped into the doorway. The dogs followed him and then lied down near the wall, watching the door. While he followed Ukuri and Cass, he glanced at all the items around him.

All around him were highly colored fabric hanging on the walls. Everything, from animals to gods were depicted in the colored threads. Some were held on large giant squares that might even take up a wall in the castle others were pieces of clothing like Ukuri’s and Cass's. Lots of boots stood straight up on shelves, walking to just walk up. On the other shelves, several swathes of cloths, like the ones in the tailor’s office, piled up in a way the boy could tell the different colors and styles with just a glance. Lots of boxes piled up, some having words like earrings, necklaces, and other accessories.  Several pots littered near the front of the stall, where a curtain hung wide enough to hide all the wears from the public eye.

“What’s in these pots ma’am?” the boy asked.

“Some preserved food and spices.” The mother replied. “We keep them in pots to make sure they stay clean and fresh.”

The girl picked up one of the pots, plucked its lid off, and pointed it towards the boy’s face. “This one is full of pepper. See?”

The boy peeked into the pot, seeing it full of little black grains. However, some of the powder got into his nose, tickling his senses. “Ah Ah…” he started and then buried his nose into his elbow. “Choo!” he finished. “I can see it and smell it.” He said with a sniff.

The two Gerudo women laughed as Cass put the lid back on.

The group continued until they reached the very front, a large rectangular window, a couple of boxes stacked up with some cushions on top. The two women sat down. Cass scooched over and patted on the free area and the boy sat down next to her. He looked out and he saw all the people he had seen earlier, but it somehow different looking at them before they walked away from view.

“Any sight of your folks’ kid?”

"No, ma'am."

“It’s alright. It’s early still. I’m sure they’ll turn up eventually. And they’ll probably be easy to spot.”

“That’s true.” The boy smiled and then looked out of the window. He let out a sigh. That’s when he spotted a knight in armor and beamed. He pointed out to the man, “Look a knight! Maybe he can help me! Hey Lord knight!”

The two other Gerudo blanched. Cass grabbed him by the shoulders, “What are you doing?”

“Asking for help?” the boy innocently replied.

“He’s heading over!” Ukuri declared. “Cass take Ralnor in the back. Ralnor please stay there until the knight goes away please.”

“Wha-“but the boy couldn’t finish the word before being shoved into the back, past the curtain.

“Please Ralnor. Stay quiet for us please,” the girl pleaded.

The boy nodded, “Okay.”

The girl smiled and gave a boy a one-armed hug, wrapping him around the shoulders, before dashing back.

Ralnor heard the clang of metal armor as the knight walk up to the booth. A rather heavy voice asked, “I believe I heard someone call out to me.” That’s when he saw a stack of items, just ending where the gap between the curtain rod and ceiling. He quickly climbed up the boxes until he could peak over the rod. He could see the man's face, mainly covered in a bushy mustache. He couldn't see Cass's face, but at the angle, he could see part of Ukuri's.

“I’m sorry good sir. I know you have some important business, protecting the people and all that. It’s just that my daughter loves knights.” The woman patted her child on the head.

“Mommy look!” Cass pointed. “It’s a real knight! Like in the stories! Can I touch your armor Mr. knight please please?”

The man smiled, “I see no harm in that.” He set out his arm, laying it across the counter.

The girl squealed and started to pat the metal. “This is so cool!”

Ukuri sighed, “Sorry about her enthusiasm. She really likes men in shining armor. Takes after my side of the family.” And gave the soldier a wink and a smile.

Now Ralnor had seen this behavior before. Mainly from the ambassador men who came over every now and then. Mama just ignored them and Papa glared at him, causing them to shake. Occasionally he saw Vridi wink at his mama, but he always got a heel to the foot. She always claimed it was an accident, but Ralnor and his siblings he knew better.

So Ralnor was surprised when the man’s face lit up, turning bright red. He let out a slight chuckle, “Well, I guess there is something dashing about it. But I’m just a humble soldier, trying to protect the people.”

“And we should let you go back to do that. Come on Cass, let the man go.”

"Aw!" the girl sighed, taking her hand back. "Goodbye, Mr. Knight!"

"Goodbye to you sir." The merchant woman nodded her head.

“Good day to you ladies.” And the knight walked away.

The two women sighed.

“All right, Ralnor,” Ukuri declared. “It’s safe to come out.”

Ralnor climbed down the boxes and came out of the curtain. "Why did you make me hide like that?"

The two Gerudos looked at each other, long and sadly. Ukuri knelt down and taking his hands. "Sorry, hun. It is a bit selfish of us but we didn't want to get in trouble with the knight."

“Why? You two aren’t doing anything wrong.” Ralnor said.

Ukuri sighed, “You know that. We know that. But if we say we found you, there’s nothing stopping the knight thinking we kidnaped you and get us in trouble.”

“But that’s wrong!” the prince declared.

“Knights don’t care about what’s right and wrong for us Gerudos," Cass added, crossing her arms. ���They hate us and think we are nothing but a bunch of criminals. They throw us in jail for anything they can think of, just because we are here.”

“I thought you liked knights?” the boy asked.

“No! I hate them! They are all bunch of meanies!” Cass stated, stomping her foot.

The prince thought for a moment and declared, “But my papa wouldn’t let that happen. Even if a knight tried to arrest you here, he’d help you. And my mama says knights help people.”

Ukuri placed a hand on his cheek sadly smiling. “Ralnor there isn’t a man, king, or god that can help us Gerudo. Not anymore. And while knights are supposed to help people, they also get to decide who are people too. But if you really wanted to see your mama and papa again, we can take you to a knight.”

Ralnor stared up at the two, Cass now clinging onto her mother. Although she still glared, he could just see her shake. And Ukuri suddenly looking a lot older than he thought, wearing a worried frown with a tight grip on his shoulder.

“No.”

The woman and girl stared at the boy, blinking in amazement.

"While I would like to see Mama and Papa again, I don't want to get you two in trouble," Ralnor admitted.  “I know that people will say Gerudo do bad things. A lot of kids pick fights with me and my siblings, and then if we try to fight back, they go crying to their parents about how we were mean. And then their parents yell at us and our parents about how we are like barbarians. Mama and Papa always believe us first though. And I believe you too. So, no knights, not unless I know they will believe you. I know a couple of really good knights and I’ll keep my eyes open for them, but only them.”

Ukuri smiled, “Thanks a lot kid." She rubbed his hair and hugged him. "Sorry, we are making it tricky to find your folks."

Ralnor eagerly returned the embrace. “It’s okay. Anything for a friend.”

Cass clamped down on the boy too, “Thank you Ralnor! I’ll make sure we find your mommy and daddy in no time! And then she brightened, “I’ve got an idea!” she then jumped out off the box and dashed away. She opened and slammed the door behind her.

“What’s she doing?” he asked.

Ukuri replied with a shrug, “Kid, I’ve known her before she was born and I still don’t know what goes through her head sometimes.”

The door opened quickly, Cass yelled, “I heard that!” and she slammed it again.

The two other Gerudo looked at each other and then started to laugh hard, clutching their stomach.

A few minutes later, Cass burst through the door, she held a hat very similar to her own. She dashed through the room, jumped back on the boxes, and plopped the hat down on Ralnor’s head at a rather tilted angle, covering one of his eyes.  “Ta-dah your very own hat! Now you match us!”

The boy adjusted it so he could see. “Thank you, but what’s it for?”

“So that way you can help us sell things and find your parents faster! Two birds with one stone!”

“What?” the boy asked.

“Again kid, I have no idea what goes on in her head.”

The girl groaned, “It’s simple. Ralnor can start hawking out to the customers, drawing them in. And what Mommy and Daddy don't know the sound of their kid yelling? They’ll come running when they hear your voice.”

“By goddesses, that’s brilliant!” The woman patted the girl on the shoulder. “You know, you get this from my side of the family.”

“Good thing, or else I’d get Daddy’s good looks and his brains, not the best combo.” She smirked up at her mother.

“Oh you,” the woman picked up the child and squeezed her tightly.

“So, I just have to yell out to the crowd out there?” Ralnor stared out to waves of people. Even though he knew they weren’t, he swore he saw them all staring at him. Giving reports to his teachers, siblings, and parents watching him was one thing. Yelling out loud to a bunch of strangers was another. His throat ran dry as he started to sweat. “I’m not sure I can do it.”

The girl gave him a pat on the back, “No worries. Just watch a pro in action,” she patted herself on the chest. She then spread her hips out wide and took a deep breath, hollering, “Hello people of Hyrule! We’ve got goods from all over the world! You want leather! we’ve got leather!  You want silk? We’ve got silks! You want spices? We’ve got that and more!. You don’t want to miss out on these amazing goods. Once they are gone, they will be gone! Hurry up and come on down!” The girl then turned her head, holding her hand out. “See really easy!”

The boy gulped and trembled, still staring out of the crowd. He jumped a bit when Ukuri placed a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, she was born yelling. Trust me I know. Just start with something simple like pretty jewelry for sale.”

“Okay…” the boy sighed. He took a deep breath and yelled “Pretty jewelry for sale!”

This caught the attention of three maidens, a blonde, brunette, and a redhead, who walked by, and they headed over to the stall.

“Hello there, lovely ladies! What can I interest you in today?” Ukuri asked.

"Well, I just heard you had jewelry. Would you happen to have anything for my hair?" the blonde asked.

“I’ve got plenty of those! Just give me a moment!” The merchant requested and left to the back end of the store. She came back with three boxes. She slowly opened them all, revealing various combs, pins, clips, and other various items. Some came in the shape of animals, their eyes or spots shining jewels. Others looked like flowers dipped in gold or silver. Others came in twisted shapes that Ralnor didn’t know how they would be worn, but he still thought they were pretty. “Wow…” Ralnor stared, eyes shining. “I don’t think my Mama has nice jewelry like this.”

“Say Ralnor, how about you pick out something for the lady?” Ukrui asked.

“Me?” the boy jumped and glanced around the boxes. “Um…” he gazed up at the woman. “What would you like? Do you have a costume ready?”

“No. I can’t figure out what I want to wear. I am thinking about something blue though.” She replied.

“Okay,” the boy scanned the boxes, looking over every item. Then he saw what looked like a golden bracelet, the outside covered in pearl-like gems, the clasps two blue clam shells. He picked it up and offered this to the woman. "What do you think? Maybe you could be a mermaid this year?"

“A mermaid! That’s perfect!” the woman clapped her hands. She then took the hairpiece and let down her hair and set it into a high ponytail, the clasp now holding it in place.

“How about you take a look at yourself?” Ukuri offered the customer a mirror.

The woman took a look in the mirror and beamed. “It’s perfect! I’ll take it. Thank you so much, kid."

Ralnor blushed a bit, “Thank you. I just thought I’d pick something that would help make a good costume.”

Cass smiled, hugging her friend. "Way to go! Your first sale! You were amazing! I couldn't have done it any better."

"You've got a knack for this kid," Ukuri commented patting the boy on the shoulder. She offered her hand to the blonde, "I can take that hairpiece and wrap it up for you. Just to keep it safe."

“Thank you, do you have any blue fabric I could use?

“Do you happen to have any silk gloves?” the redhead asked.

“I would love to see your fans!” the brunette inquired.

“Alright. Ralnor, would you mind helping Cass bring out some items?”

Ralnor smiled, “No problem, ma’am.” Ralnor agreed and he headed into the back with Cass, still smiling.

Kanisa sat on the bench, contemplating the issue at hand. She looked over to her mother, trying to round Orana and Tebanam together. She took in a deep breath and called out, “Mama?”

“Orana please don’t mess with the bird cages. You might break them and release the birds,” Zelda commented.

“Mama?” Kanisa tried again.

“Tebanam don’t climb on that table!” Zelda yelled.

The youngest princess sighed as her mother dashed over to her baby brother, making sure he didn’t climb up one of the legs. She then spotted her father and eldest brother looking at some wooden swords and walked over to them.

“What do you think son?” Ganondorf asked.

Covarog paused in swinging the toy, “It feels like the ones at the castle, although the handle feels a bit softer.”

Ganondorf smiled about to turn to a merchant, standing a bit away and shaking just a bit, when a tugging at his leg caused him to look at his daughter Kanisa.

“What is it dear? You find a pretty cloth for your costume or a new book of fairytales?” He asked.

“No, I was wondering why we haven’t gone back for Ralnor yet? It’s been a while,” Kanisa replied.

The king blinked for a moment and then asked, “What?”

“Mama let Ralnor go off to a stall and then we just left him there," Covarog commented, giving his sword a few times. "Remember Papa?"

He then stood up and turned to his wife, holding a pouting Orana’s hand and trying to balance Tebanam on her hip. He took the toddler into his arms before asking, “Zelda have you seen Ralnor lately?”

“Of course, I have.” She stated. “He’s right…” she twisted her head around for a few moments, looking every which way to find her son and then she stopped. “He’s not here.”

“That is obvious.” The king huffed.

“What happened to him?” Zelda now started to scan all over the market for her boy.

“Well the kids say you let him go to a plant stall somewhere,” he replied. He then turned to his children, “Does anyone know where the stall is?”

The older three of the children shook their heads, but Tebanam stuck up his hand declaring, “I know!”

“Oh good, where is your brother darling?” the queen asked.

The boy pointed to his left hand and announced, “That way!” with a wide smile on his face.

Zelda’s face fell a little. She sighed, “All right, anything else?”

“I don’t know.” The youngest stated with a shrug.

Zelda felt a warmth on her shoulder. She looked up to see her husband smiling at her.

“Don’t fret,” Ganondorf said. “This is my fault as well. I should have been paying attention to him too. We’ll find him soon.”

"Thank you, dear, I do hope so." The queen touching the hand on his shoulder. She turned to her other children. “Alright kids, we need to go find your brother.”

Orana asked, “Is he alright?”

"He will be when we find him," Zelda commented.

The royal family set off in the direction of the youngest finger, hoping to find Ralnor soon.

Link to the previous chapter: Prologue A Prince’s Day, A Merchant’s Night

Link to the next chapter: Chapter 2 Evening Encounters

[thelegendofsurena]

Oh, how I wish the Zelgan tag had a lot more stuff like this:

And not so much of this: 

Is it still even worth calling the tag “Zelgan” anymore if around 85% of the time it’s not about them, but instead about their hypothetical children and descendants? -_-

[xxx-theartofsuicide-xxx]

link and zelda

Link and Zelda are CHILDREN and if you ship them you’re a PEDOPHILE. How many times do I have to spell this out for you freaks?? Fictional characters aren’t allowed to age. They’re stuck like that. Stop living in this fantasy world where you can write/draw whatever you want without facing consequences. This is a fascist Utopia and we don’t stand for artistic freedom. 

Also, Link is a twink, homophobe.

(I will ship ZelGan until I die)