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On the outskirts of Zora’s Domain a young zoran boy played. He had his ol’ octorock balloon in hand, jumping and running over every stone and every hole. He felt safe in his home and couldn’t care less about anything other than his imagination at work. The young boy played alone, no mom or no dad. He soon wandered just too far, far enough so that no adult would know where he was.
And as the boy looked up, he too found himself lost. Feeling captured in a maze of winding paths and enchanted coral fauna, he held his balloon with two hands against his chest, praying for a way home. He walked and walked and walked some more, but to his dismay only ended up in more unfamiliar places.
That was until he found something stuck to the side of a cliff. His eyes popped in hopes it could lead him home. He stared at the very thing, it was withered and old. It held resemblance to the monuments scattered across the domain but this one wasn’t nearly as bright. It was dull and barely legible. Though the boy did continue to stare at it, try to make sense of it all if he could.
The old monument went to say, “And as the love between the forbidden aged, so did their time. The hero’s life was seemingly at an end. Though they both knew this day would come it still left them in despair. The very thought of having to live without the other was inconceivable. And as the king’s precious pearl left him more and more each day, his life was slowly consumed by depression. The once beacon of positivity that the king was was now forgotten and what replaced him was a black hole of sorrow. He knew that if this was how he lived while his love was still alive, there was no chance he could bare a life while he was dead.”
“And so at the night of the hylian’s death, the king declared that he shall lay in his lover’s arms for eternity if that’s what it took. Never leaving until they meet again.” The scripture tried desperately to inform. “King Sidon died the youngest in all of zoran history.”
It was a shame that the boy couldn’t read however. He thought that maybe if he could the monument might point him in the right direction. But alas he is still on his own. Beckoning and yelling for help as he continuously roams.