Cinderella, but it's Breath of the Wild

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Once upon a time, there was a quaint yet romantic kingdom. And, living in it, was a young, widowed, father and his daughter, a little girl named Zelda.

Although they lived well and happily, her father felt as if Zelda was still deprived of a mother's love. And so, he married again.

His second wife was a woman by the name of Lady Tremaine, who had two other daughters, close to Zelda's age named Mipha and Riju. The three were, to their mother's surprise, quick to get along.

Yet unfortunately, the same could not be said for Tremaine, who saw Zelda's father more as a source of fortune and money than a lover and grew rather jealous of her new stepdaughter's charm and beauty.

It was in a sorrowful turn of events that Zelda's father suddenly passed away from an illness, and the young girl was left devastated and heartbroken. However, the same could not be said about her stepmother, who was secretly joyful with all the newfound wealth her late husband would now be passing onto her.

Years went on, and it didn't take long for Lady Tremaine to finally act upon her disdain for her stepdaughter, forcing her to become the servant of their house. Her new bedroom was made in a cold, dusty, attic that was bitterly dreary.

The staff of servants in the chateau were promptly fired, replaced by none other than Zelda.

Every household chore was now tasked to her. Cooking, mending, sweeping, mopping, laundry, and her least favorite, cleaning out the painfully dirty chimney, which always left her covered in ash and cinders.

Her stepmother couldn't have cared less, now that she didn't have a staff of servants to pay, and her pockets were fuller.

As for Mipha and Riju, they silently kept their distance from their stepsister, afraid of what their cruel mother might say.

Yet, despite her situation, Zelda never lost the sunshine in her heart, and remained ever gentle and kind.

Within the confines of her attic, she spent what little free time she had with the birds that would come visit her at the window and the mice that lived within the walls. Along with fulfilling her personal hobby, sewing dresses.

Well, said little birds showed up to her window in the morning like they always did, only to find Zelda still peacefully asleep in her bed.

They fluttered in, perching on her oak bedpost, gazing at her slumbering face that was sporting a blissful smile. One young sparrow landed on the pillow opposite her and chirped a quick merry tune, yet the girl did not stir.

A braver, second sparrow decided it'd be a brilliant idea to next land on her head, it's tiny talons getting caught in her golden hair.

Groggily, Zelda raised a hand to her head and felt around until her fingers found their way around the bird, who squawked and peeped, demanding to be let go.

The girl then brought the little bird in front of her face to see what on earth could be squirming about and interrupting her sleep. As her eyes adjusted to wakefulness, she saw that the thing in her hand was in fact one of her air-dwelling friends.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, gently loosening her grip and setting him down on the blanket next to her. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Bird, I didn't know it was you!"

The sparrow gave a chirp of annoyance.

"Well, at the same time, I would advise against waking someone up by poking their scalp. I was having a lovely dream you know."

The other sparrow, who'd watched the small commotion from his place on the bedpost, chirped his own say in the matter. Zelda only giggled, reaching out to him to rub his chest-feathers with the back of her index finger.