After months of hard work. . . He's done it. . . He's baked bread. . . .

Emerging from a random bush-!

𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒. . . 𝓢𝓸 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵.

𝓕𝓞𝓡 𝓣𝓗𝓐𝓣 𝓘𝓢 𝓐 𝓚𝓝𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣𝓢 𝓓𝓤𝓣𝓨.

escape him. Despite the puddles around him, he plucks the flower gently, holding it close to covet it. Kneeling down, he begins.

"Lady Hylia, I know you can hear me, and I know that you must be hurt. . . I may not be with you right now, but I am coming. Please accept my gift, a promise that soon-

It's a horrible monsoon out, and of course it's not a good sign. . . But he continues on in the field of flowers, their petals heavy with the rain and yet in all of this. . . He finds the perfect one. No matter the storm, or the wind that accompanies it. . . The beauty of the land can never truly-

"Behold, I call it. . . The wheel board.

I will now demonstrate. . ."

How does he keep drawing that card. . . .

He's curious to meet all, to learn of their stories.

// I'll be doing these since I have free time! I would love to get to talk to more people!

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HYACINTH

FIRST INCARNATION OF THE HERO, LINK.