A tale from Hyrule in the time of the Hero of Time
The Gerudo Desert is a wasteland so harsh and unforgiving, even those who manage to survive there are bitterly envious of the cool breezes and life-giving waters that move about in lands beyond their borders, out of reach. For those not accustomed to such hardships, the desert was all the more despicable, a scorched land that seemingly even the gods dared not enter.
A tiny, barely human figure broke the endless fields of sand and stone. A Hylian girl, Maylin. She struggled to stay upright on her fatigued legs while the desert sands scalded the soles of her bare feet with every step. A slip-like sort of undergarment, made of white silk and just barely long enough to cover her lower extremities, was the only thing she had between her skin and the unbridled heat of the sun, and it, like her long naturally green hair, was soaked in sweat and clung to her. Her hands were bound together in front of her with more rope that was r