Recorded History (TOTK Mineru x Fem OC)

The Visitor

Growing up near the Faron region had its perks. The consistent rain helped keep the soil fertile and the crops growing. Or at least that's what Kisana's father told her. She never was out working the field lands to keep their town prepared for the drier winter months, she grew up training to be a Tailor. Or a Sculptor. Or perhaps a more apt description would be an artist with any type of material she could get her hands on. That was her job. Stitch the farmworker's tattered clothes so they could insulate themselves against the cold winter's rain, craft a doll for the village's newborn who needed something to keep still in the night, or even something as simple as lacquering the fences to keep them safe from that ever-present storm.

That was how it was, growing up. Times changed quickly, however, when the kingdom of Hyrule was born. The village elder used to tell Kisana stories of the Zonai. One day, when the rain grew heavy and carried lightning to the surface with them, they arrived. And when the first Zonai's foot touched the earth the skies parted, letting the beaming light of the sun through the clouds. Her ancestors took to superstition since there weren't exactly experts on this kind of thing.

They must be gods.

They weren't exactly wrong; however, it didn't matter much to Kisana nowadays. For with the birth of this new kingdom, came trade. Fabrics, jewels, foods, and much more began to pass between settlements of the newly united Hylians. Though Kisana's biggest concern lied with only one thing. Technology. Suddenly the fields grew larger, the farmers more efficient, but most of all their clothes were sturdier! Her whole life she had spent learning to repair clothes that now would barely so much as fray!? As if this wasn't enough, the village children now found themselves more enamored with these new devices, finding more fun lifting rocks, bananas, apples, etc. off the ground with fans than they ever did with any of her creations. Quickly Kisana found herself without much work, her new automatic loom she bought off a traveling merchant became more of a taunt to her inadequacy than a tool to be harnessed. This anxiety betrayed a resentment within her. A resentment twisted towards this new kingdom for all the beautiful clothes she could have sewn, all the trinkets she could have crafted, but worst of all...

Her patterns that they had stolen.

Kisana had one memory of the Zonai from when she was about ten years old. Her parents welcomed in a stranger, clad in gray fur matted to her form from the torrent outside. She seemed to be thankful for the newfound shelter, but her arrival sparked something in the young girl, an artistic vision. She ran to her room and pulled out some dark fabric she had finished making that afternoon and took to work with the embroidery. In what felt like minutes this piece of cloth transformed into a beautiful tapestry of linework and symbols. Though time passed swiftly, it was beyond dark outside when this cloak was completed. Kisana chose to simply lay it next to the now sleeping visitor, with a note detailing the gift. Before she even woke up, the visitor had vanished, though it seemed she cared for the cloak as Kisana saw her draped in it way out in the distance.

Imagine her surprise to see the first shipment of fabrics had her exact design printed on them.

She was going to have a word with this visitor. She once overheard the merchants speaking about a new castle under construction at the dead center of this new kingdom; a good first destination to find that woman. She loaded her horse and cart (her father had little need for either with this new, she believed he called it a "tractor?") and set off towards Hyrule Castle alone.

The journey was long and food became scarcer as Kisana left the comfort of the wetlands. It had been days since she left home, and most of her travel could be accurately described as wandering. It is the first time she has traveled this far from the village and already she felt sore from riding.

"Ugh, I never used to need to do this" she thought as her stomach began to growl. She soon realized the comfort of her former position, the constant pinpricks from her needles seeming like a small price to pay. Now her hunger has gotten to her more so than it has in years. She pulled the cart over to the side of the road to grab some of the vegetables she had packed, when she saw it. Hyrule Castle. Or the skeleton of it. She suspected they're probably going to need a few years to fully complete the project. With her goal in sight and her legs stretched, she rode with renewed vigor towards the castle.