Kingdom of Power, of Courage, and of Wisdom

Rebel's War - Fiesty Feline

-Outside Mitagi-

To Nabooru of the Majora, the Qin plains were a wonder. She very much enjoyed her ride through the country from west to east. It showed her just how vast the State of Qin was, and how small her clan was in comparison. It was a humbling thing, but it also became a matter of pride. Qin was willing to call the Majora equals, to respect them, and to give them opportunities to partake in the glory and pillages to come when it was time to take their place in the world.

Alongside Nabooru were representatives from three other clans the Majora had conquered, guards, the twin witches, a few Fae alongside their Elder, and everyone's servants for their journey. It ended up being a total of fifty men and women, not including steeds and wolves. A sizable caravan like theirs could not move too swiftly. It was large enough to worry cities and forts, but not quite large enough for them to immediately bar their gates.

It was all well and good. The Majora and Fae were content outside of cities. They were where Fae could be in easier terrain, a place without metal and stone. The wolves could run until they panted and collapsed with a smile. Most importantly, they were where Nabooru could gaze into the horizon. The world here was as a sea or an ocean of dirt or grass, flat and endless. It bothered her to have even a few trees block her sight, but it only increased her amazement when she could see as far as her eyes would allow once more

Then there was the fortress-city, the military capital of Qin. Mitagi was a wonder all on its own. One glance was all Nabooru needed to know they were mighty. The Mitagi alone could fight all of Majora and the mountain tribes and no doubt win. It made sense the Mitagi were the ones sent by the Betrayer King long ago to exterminate, enslave, and exile the mountain clans. It also made sense, now that Nabooru gazed upon their fortress, why the Mitagi were the ones who fought the Dragmire at the height of their rebellion.

"Amazing," Nabooru breathed.

"It is a powerful construct of man. In that, we are agreed," The Elder Fae said. "This city holds many powers and secrets. With them, this city stands as the greatest wall of defense against the Gerudo."

"You speak as if you know a few. Have you seen any before?"

The Elder nodded. "I have. In King Shorlin's day, this was a common point to expand east from. I have visited before then, too. There is a holiness hidden here the Fae know well."

Behind them, the twin witches cackled and laughed. "You speak of the Mitagi relics!" "Oh, what we would give to put our hands on a few!"

The Elder looked back at the twin witches and let out a resigned sigh. He was not fond of them, but he was tolerant. This made Nabooru smile. It was most unlike a Fae to express 'sighing' within their wooden constructs.

"Behave, ladies! We are here on business!" Nabooru chastised them.

The group approached the city, and on the outskirts they were met with liaisons from the Mitagi. Nabooru's group was escorted to the inner city and then into where a tall castle rested. From the first gates of the castle, stairs lead to a throne room. The throne room was not meant for a king, per se, but for the lord of the castle. However, no one sat upon the throne. All around it were men of war. People scurried in and out of the castle, and Nabooru gained the sense that there was much activity today.

Every eye turned towards their party, and more than a few were slightly judgmental. Nabooru recalled how the Princess Zelda walked into the halls of the Majora to similar judgement. The two cultures were far from alike. Mitagi were men with stone under their feet, stone on their walls, and metal on their chests. Majora were men of wood and earth, with fur and hide on their chests. The Majora wore few clothes in comparison, but Nabooru ensured her women were thoroughly covered as to not offend. They still kept no shoes on their feet.