Waking of Saturday, March 18, 2017
Well, it was time to follow Sidon,
and go and speak with the Zora King.
I found him in the high throne room.
He was massive. Royal blue body and back, pale moon-white front and face,
and a bulging lobe like a beluga’s with a lighter-colored slash across the
front—the mark of his battle with the Guardian. Jeweled silver armor and
regalia spilled over his great, pleated barrel chest, and his trailing
head-fin—longer than many trees I had ever seen—had been pushed to hang down
his left side. Towering, towering
above me, he sat proud and tall between his son Prince Sidon on his left, and a
bent old green-skinned, ray-headed Zora on his right.
He recognized me too. And he said
so.
But Prince Sidon had not. “That Link?” he said, “THE Link?” He had
thought my name sounded familiar, I remembered he had said before.
That the Hylian Prince Sidon had
found to aid them would turn out to be no less than the Champion Link.... King
Dorephan concluded that our meeting, then, must have been nothing short of
destiny.
But I told him that I had lost my
memory. He seemed aghast that I could not even remember his daughter, Lady Mipha.
Shocked.... but not unsteadied.
All the Zora elders seemed to hate
me because I had taken away their Lady Mipha—and here was Lady Mipha’s father. Perhaps the one with the most
reason of all to despise me. And yet he showed no trace, gave no sign.... I had....
a great admiration for the civilized
tone he still used with me.
He seemed a goodly king; had his
head on straight—he was trying to think of all
the people of Hyrule. Vah Ruta had the ability to create an endless supply of
water, and if it wasn’t stopped soon, not only would the resulting floods wreak
havoc among the Zoran kingdom, water-breathers though they were, but it would
also affect countless Hylian lives in the lands downstream. Already the effects
were showing—I had even seen Ledo, and an apprentice of his named Fronk, trying
to work repairs on a number of support pillars that had become damaged in the
downpour.
Vah Ruta needed to be dealt with,
very soon, and the truth, King Dorephan conceded, doing me the courtesy of
being bluntly honest, was that the Zoras could not handle the Divine Beast
alone.
The four orbs upon its back, which
controlled the waterflow, were offline and out of control, and they needed an
electrical current running through them to stem the flow of water.
This was what I was here for.
Because my body was more insulated
against the Shock Arrows they would need to stabilize the orbs.
They asked for my aid.
Well, I had good news for them:
Princess Zelda had tasked me with nearly the same goal.
King Dorephan—the unbelievable bulk of him—shot forward in his throne.
“Princess Zelda is alive?” he asked.
“Yes, in Hyrule Castle,” I said.
He concluded once more that our
meeting must have been fated. If
there was a chance to retake Vah Ruta, there was also a chance to seal away
Calamity Ganon for good....
He would give me all the help I
needed—and he gifted me a set of beautiful Zora
Armor, which has been crafted by Zoran Princesses for generations.
At this point the ray-headed Zora,
Muzu, had had enough. Hylians, he argued, were the reason the world was in the
state it was in in the first place, ever since they had sought out and abused
the ancient technology of the Sheikah one hundred years ago.
To give one of them a Zoran
Princess’ armor—armor that was
traditionally supposed to be crafted
for the one the Zora Princess would marry....
And Lady Mipha had crafted that
armor herself! How could King Dorephan just hand it over to the very one who
led Lady Mipha to her death?
Prince Sidon rebuked him, telling
him to watch the way he spoke to the King and his guest, and reminding him that
working together with the Hylians was their best chance of stopping Vah Ruta.
But Muzu wouldn’t have it, and he
left the throne room.
Prince Sidon followed him.
The King asked me to follow as well,
to try and talk to him.... because Muzu was the resident expert on just where
and how Shock Arrows could be found.
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