Mount Polymus was a western-facing summit, tethered with endless streams of water that winded down toward a basin. An oasis where the fabled Zora lived for centuries. A pale sun beat down from above, and the rush of an ancient waterfall echoed across the sides of tall mountain ranges. The glare above the summit was fierce and it tested the lifespan of the structures that stood before it.
At the edge stood an elegant figure, coated with silver garments and bright red skin. Her presence was sublime, and it was said that her cold stare alone could cure diseases. A tethered framework of somber solitude. An endless ocean of beauty. She waited patiently atop the cascade, watching her younger sibling play down below.
Soon, a member from the Royal Family of Hyrule would be arriving at the domain with matters regarding the risk of a calamity. As an heir to the throne, Mipha's day was incredibly busy, but she waited patiently for the arrival of the messenger. Too many hours in the day made her mind grow tired and jaded. As the wind blew, she heard the soft churning of grass in the distance and closed her eyes to try and take in the silence. Just as her tranquility became anchored, she heard the sound of footsteps nearby.
A sense of intrusion loomed over her. Mipha turned around to see a princess, and not a soldier, clad in traditional Hylian blue. Her garments were modest but they gave off a tame sense of authority. In a gradual motion, Princess Zelda walked closer to Mipha and met her gaze.
"Princess Mipha," Zelda stared. "It's so nice to finally meet you,"
A moment of silence split the air. Mipha waited patiently for her to continue. Zelda straightened her back.
"I apologize for the delay. I passed the river basin before collapsing for air."
Mipha's jewelry rattled as she turned to face the domain. "You must be exhausted,"
Zelda reluctantly took a step closer, firm and abrasive. The immediate altitude made her knees tense up in awe. It became quickly apparent to her that Mipha was resilient. Her body resonated profound and somber energy. Something silently revered across the kingdom. A deep vinework of powerful emotions that often staggered those who stood before her.
The prophecies could do her no justice. Mipha was far more stunning in person. Attentive and somber. Down below, her younger brother and heir, Sidon could be seen ceaselessly throwing water into the air, pretending to toss arms with a fierce opponent, and Mipha was watching him carefully.
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