Crowe here!
Aria here~
So... Yeah, LoZ: BoTW meets FoZ. I'm actually surprised how similar the two are in terms of acronyms actually. Anyways, Crowe and Aria speaking here!
The two of us recently played Legend of Zelda: BoTW, and finished it just a few weeks ago. While we were definitely late with the party, we both just can't get over Mipha. She just had a tragic end, that we just wanted to bring justice for her. So, we decided of instead resurrecting her in an original LoZ:BoTW fanfic, we're just going to bring her to a completely new dimension!
And what better place would that be than the Familiar of Zero universe!
We'll continue talking about this downstairs~ See you in a bit!
Mipha
Darkness flooded the room, the sun's rays clouded by the black clouds tinted with red lights. A soft breeze whistled through the open gaps, brushing past the pale soft face of a red Zora. Her features glistened slightly from what little light that managed to penetrate through. Fatigue was evident on her shoulders, her arms slumped ever so slightly, and her grip on her trident loosened. An uncharacteristic snarl was present on her lips, her sharp shark-like teeth showing her frustration. She could barely stand on her own anymore- a dilemma she loathed to admit that affected her swimming. Any proud Zora would never admit such weakness, but, for once in her life, she wanted to shout the unfairness.
She eyed the monstrous being before her, too hideous to even describe. It was a bastardized shape of what could possibly be a Hylian, its components composed of various Sheikah Technology. A red mane flowed down what seemed to be its head, complete with its protruding axe shaped horns bent on its sides. An ominous shade of violet gleamed in the core of its head, a colour shared with the linings of its body. It looked more of an amalgamation rather than a well-constructed machine-
Though, it was doing a great job beating her into near submission.
I… No, I could not die, not yet… I have… promised to him that after this… I won't lose…!
The irony is not lost to her. For a creature born and raised from the depths of the waters, she had a burning will comparable to even the hottest day at Death Mountain- a passion that did not escape the notice of Princess Zelda, and the Champions. Perhaps, maybe it even attracted too much of an attention from a certain Rito, but, in all fairness, that wasn't what the Zora Princess cared for.
She only cared for doing what's right. She cared for others to a fault, perhaps even more than the other champions. It was one of the reasons why she managed to bond with Vah Ruta first. Her compassion convinced the gentle Divine Beast, and they managed to broker some sort of friendship between them; though, said friendship was currently being contested by the vile monster before her. The being sent before her by Ganon usurped her control over the Divine Beast, sending it into a slight frenzy. The Zora tried her best to contain the frenzy, which resulted into more of her endurance being sapped by the sheer pressure of contesting for Vah Ruta's control.
Please… Vah Ruta, listen to me…
A deep howl echoed throughout the open cavern of the Vah Ruta's spacious insides, one filled with frustration and confusion. It hurt her to hear Vah Ruta in such a state, the normally gentle and calm Divine Beast now reduced into such a state. Hearing this only strengthened her resolve to destroy the being before her… Even though, she knew it, she would soon lose.
Using her trident, she pulled herself up; her small webbed feet stumbled slightly from the weight of her body, despite its lightness compared to other Zora. She was breathing harshly, and her vision doubled. The vile beast before her seemed to mock her, its hand already poised to throw the spear at her as frozen blocks seemed to appear in mid-air.
Perhaps for the second time in her life, fear crept into her heart. Her eyes widened in realization that she would die if she made one small misstep, and she knew she could not afford it.
Is this it for me? No, I don't wish to die… I…
She needed to see him again. She wouldn't give up.
I won't… give in like this…
And perhaps, for the second time in her life, tears spilled down her eyes. The first tears were spilled when she saw the state her beloved was in after facing off the Lynel on the Ploymus Mountain. While he managed to drive the Lynel away, he was still in critical condition. She managed to treat his wounds, but they left scars.
It was at that moment when Mipha grew the courage to become brave- to become as strong as him.
An uncharacteristic war cry erupted from her, as she'd worked herself to heal her injuries. While tiring her further, she needed whatever advantage she could get.
"Prepare yourself, foul being sent by Ganon," she cried out, twirling her trident, and posing herself to jump. The being had the audacity to laugh, as the ice blocks hurled at her. She jumped from her spot, wincing slightly in pain as her feet landed on the ice's surface. She jumped from her current ice block to the next, slipping slightly on the cube. Before she could truly slip off, she stabbed the trident, and flung herself forward. Though, her momentum from jumping from the previous block was gone, so all she could do was land on the ice block and "surf" on it. The monster threw its spear at her, and she had to jump off, landing on the water. She watched back as the odd spear pierced through the ice block, shards of it flying everywhere. She narrowly dodged one of the shards, but it managed to pierce through her abdomen.
Mipha yelped from pain at that. Blunt damage was one thing. Her scales are also very durable, capable to withstand sharp objects, so once a sharp object pierced through, it hurt. Her moment of weakness was taken advantage of immediately by the scourge, another spear already formed on its hands.
Her eyes widened, as she'd narrowly dodged the spear thrown at her again. She landed right on the water, and tried to use it to her advantage. Unfortunately, her enemy didn't like that. As she swam as fast as she could, ice trailed in her wake- freezing the waters. Blood trailed behind her- she realized she was losing blood.
She tried to summon her healing abilities, but it seemed to fail on her. Her mind, now tired from everything, refused to supply the "commands" to connect to her magical supply.
"Waterblight Ganon…." She mumbled as she'd swim frantically to avoid the ice blocks and projectiles being thrown at her. She emerged from the waters again, landing on one of the four platforms, turning her attention at Waterblight Ganon. She eyed her opponent warily, seeing that it was growing even stronger as seconds pass. Glancing at what seemed to be its core, she glanced back at her trident…
Her eyes widened slightly at the idea that popped in her head. During her battle with the monster before her, she'd managed to look through a window, and saw Link shoot an arrow straight into the eye of one of the Guardians. Said Guardian seemed to stumble slightly, its odd red line seemingly to have disappeared as its limbs buckled.
I only have one chance… No… This is my last chance…
Mipha steeled herself. It was worth the shot.
…
…
…
Perhaps, Urbosa was rubbing into her. A soft smile found its way on her lips, as more tears streaked down from her eyes. She could feel her life force fading, as more blood gushed out of her wound. Swimming in the water and exerting herself didn't help either.
It was a surprise to her that she was still breathing, and even moving right now.
The scourge seemed to create more ice blocks, and hurled them at her. Posing herself to jump again, she did- this time, using the tip of her trident to stab into the ice block and hurl her forwards. She twisted into the air, adding more to the momentum on her trident, now gripped to be thrown. As soon as she completed her spin, she threw the trident. She shouted, more out of desperation.
"Hit!" She screamed on the top of her lungs, as everything seemed to go in slow motion for her. She saw the Scourge of Vah Ruta visibly panic as it tried to move its arms to protect its "eye". However, it was simply too late. She watched in halted breath, as her trident barely slipped through its arms, and struck true on its intended target.
Needless to say, the trident remained stuck there as the Scourge let out a distorted roar, one that the Zora Princess didn't even think it was capable to do. It frantically moved, swinging its spear in random directions, as it tried to pull the trident out of its eye.
Mipha landed on the water. She was panting, and she knew her endurance was starting to leave her. She needed to end this- fast. She swam forwards, drawing on her last bits of strength. She looked more of one of those odd projectiles shot by the Guardians, her speed near comparable. As she arrived by the Waterblight Ganon's position, she abruptly jumped upwards. Water spilled around her, adorning her in fascinating beauty. Her hand managed to grab the hilt of her trident, and she pulled. The scourge seemed to cry out as she'd pulled the trident out.
A flash of memory passed by her. It was a memory of a certain Hylian in blue clothes, swinging his master sword in a whole arc to drive the Lynel away.
With one seemingly final shout, she replicated Link's move. She swung her trident in a complete arc, its momentum sending the Waterblight Ganon off balance, causing it to roar. The ends of the trident struck true, damaging its eye even further. The scourge suddenly burst into several dark pieces, letting out one final terrifying roar. A soft sigh escaped the princess, as she fell on the water unceremoniously.
Her limbs were no longer moving. Her breathing, shortening into mere gasps, as her mind was flooded by memories. Of her father, of her dear Sidon, of her fellow champions, of Princess Zelda… And of Link.
A clear image of his smiling face was imprinted on her mind. The last cheerful smile she had ever seen from him, as it overlapped its image of another image of him smiling, now subdued compared to before.
… Have I reached you now… Link?
She asked that question in her heart, but she knew he wouldn't be able to answer. When she heard of Link being appointed as Zelda's knight, she knew she had no chance. She tried to confess her affections for the Hylian, even prepared the Zora Armor in order to propose to him, but the more she watched those two grow closer at each passing day… It dealt a huge blow in her heart. To watch them in each other's company every day, it grew jealousy in her. She could only spend more of her time with her fellow champions, only rarely with him. While the Rito Champion, Revali, have certainly kept her company, she just couldn't see with him eye to eye.
She frequently had dreams of him, her hand reaching out to him as he only grew more distant. It wouldn't take long until he was finally out of her reach, but…
Now, she was able to replicate one of his moves. A move that he's worked hard for, he's trained for. A bittersweet smile entered her lips.
… Perhaps… Perhaps, I have reached you…
But she knew that was truly not the case. It was very much like her ancestor, a Zora who fell in love with a Hylian, whose love was never reciprocated. She was right. She was doomed, from the very start. Her vision dimmed, as she could feel the pulse in her body slow down.
Dear Link… I am sorry… It seems like… we wouldn't be able to… spend some time together… after all…
More tears streaked down her eyes, as she'd inhaled sharply.
Father… I am sorry.
Her eyelids began to close.
Sidon… I hope you grow well…
She finally let go of her breath.
In the middle of the East Reservoir Lake, a lone machine stood there. Its magnificent plating reflected off the sunlight's afternoon rays, with clear skies visible from above. There was naught a cloud in sight, with only a few specks of white cotton decorating the sky. Two figures sat on the elephant's snout, one Zora, and the other Hylian. They were sat next to each other, some would say they were intimately close. The Zora held the Hylian's arms, one hand above his elbow. A warm green light enveloped the hand, its warmth spreading across the Hylian's skin. Mipha was smiling slightly, as Link stared at her handiwork silently, his eyes with various conflicting emotions, but his features subdued with seriousness.
"I was… thinking…" Mipha spoke, her eyes filled with warmth; a smile crept to her lips as she began to recall one of her fondest memories. It was a memory of a younger Link, tripping all over the place as he caused trouble in the domain. It wasn't any trouble they couldn't handle, but it was more of a trouble that they somehow enjoyed. "This reminds me of the time we first met." The image of her coming to Link to treat his bruises was particularly strong.
"You were just a reckless child… always getting yourself hurt at every turn," she said, fondness can be heard from her tone. Her soft voice seemed to echo, oddly. "Every time, I would heal you, just as I'm doing right now…" Her eyes seemed to stare at a distance, her tone suddenly feeling empty. It was a tone that did not escape the Hylian, as Link stared up at Mipha, concern present in his eyes, but his lips still tightly sealed together.
Mipha didn't notice this, and only took his lack of reaction as a sign of her deeds being forgotten. Hurt pierced through her heart, like thorns gripping its host. She trekked on, however. She had steeled herself for this after all…
"I thought it was funny how, being a Hylian, you looked grown-up so much faster than I did… I was…" Mipha looked up, a painful yearning settled in her eyes, and her voice betrayed her momentarily. Her voice cracked as she spoke, as she gazed into the eyes of the Hylian, who stared impassively back at her. "I was always willing to heal your wounds. Even back then."
She stared back down, to avoid a possible confrontation as she'd carelessly let her emotions slip. Instead, she focused on healing Link's arm, which had a visible gash that was slowly mending.
Please… say something… anything… Mipha cried out in her heart. It remained silent, even after Mipha finished the deed. She looked away, trying to hide the pain in her eyes as Link studied his arm, fascinated with the fast recovery.
"So… if this Calamity Ganon does, in fact, return, what can we really do? We just don't seem to know much about what we'll be up against…" Slight fear seemed to sip in her voice, but resolution took hold by the end. It was a promise she's made ever since she willingly took up the mantle as one of the champions. "But know this: that no matter how difficult this battle might get…" she said, looking down. She steeled up her resolve, and dared look at Link in the eyes.
It was a mistake.
His beautiful blue eyes stared into her soul. She felt like she was drowning in them, as his eyes held power- more than anyone she has ever seen, even more than her father's. However, they also held a darkness in them- a visible pain that no one else, but Mipha could see.
It hurt her. It hurt her that he wasn't opening up to her like he used to before. A bittersweet smile entered her lips.
"If you- if anyone ever tries to do you harm… Then I will heal you," she managed to speak through, quickly looking away once she realized she stared too long. However, it was only a few mere seconds in reality. "No matter when, or how bad the wound… I hope you know that I will always protect you."
This was the promise she made to herself. It gnawed her heart, it frustrated her how weak she was when Link protected her from the Lynel. It angered her, to see Link's normally cheerful visage gone, and she couldn't do anything about it.
This was the least she could do.
Even if it didn't seem like he would ever reciprocate her feelings.
She clasped her hands together, shaking from pain and nervousness. "Once this whole thing is over…" she said, forcing herself to finally speak the words she wanted to say. Words hidden in her heart, words that wanted to be released to the world. "Maybe things… can go back to how they used to be when we were young."
The yearning in her voice hurt her when she heard it, her throat constricting and drying out. She clasped her hands tighter, to stop herself from crying.
She wished Calamity Ganon never existed, she wished Hylian Royalty never existed, so they wouldn't bear down the pressure to Link like this.
She wanted to hear that laughter, to see that smile. She wanted to see that playful attitude, one once worn by the stoic Knight before her.
"You know… Perhaps we could spend some time together," she finally croaked out, staring at Link with longing.
She just wanted her Link back.
A final streak of tear streamed down her white pale cheeks… And just like that, Mipha departed from the world of the living with a bitter sweet smile on her face.
Louise
The breeze passed through the windows. It was gentle and inviting as it caressed the soft skin of a pink-haired maiden sleeping peacefully on top of her bed. She seemed to still be asleep, her small pink lips quivering slightly was the only marker that the wind managed to get out of her. A few minutes passed, until finally, her heavy eyelids drooped open.
She softly mumbled, one that signified that she just awoke. Her eyelids fluttered for a bit as she gathered her bearings, her soft dreams running away from her. Something about how she was able to summon a familiar that was the greatest out of all she could've ever summoned in her class. She slowly sat up, blinking her sleepiness away. She stretched her arms, before proceeding to do her daily rituals. Her usual brushing of hair, change of clothes, and preparing her school materials were more of a ritual to her. Once she picked up her wand, she winced a bit.
Zero.
That's what she was. Her elemental affinity was incompatible with any other element. It didn't matter if she tried her hardest, since all of her spells always ended up in some weird explosion. Heck, even a supposedly water spell ended up in an explosion. How was that even possible, the pinkette didn't want to know. If anything, her failures of conjuring spells only served her to be the prime target of bullying in her school.
It was something she didn't like. The teachers, surely they tried to mitigate the bullying, but it never stopped. It was something she was mildly irritated about, but it wasn't like she couldn't blame the instructors. They can only do so much, and the rest was up to her. Fortunately, they weren't expelled yet… Though, the pinkette had a feeling that perhaps her mother had a word of why she hasn't been expelled.
Her mother, Karin of the Heavy Wind, was highly feared and revered in Tristain. If word came out that her daughter was a failure, it would ruin her reputation. Once that happens, her mother will bring down her wrath upon the academy that failed to "teach" her daughter.
To her teacher's credit, they never once gave up on her. They certainly continued encouraging her, but… once in a while, she would see some of the teachers staring at her with a frown.
It hurt her to see that, but she knew she had to be strong. She was Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière, and nothing less should be shown from her. "Rule of Steel" was something that was drilled into Louise's mind by her mother, and it served her well for the past years. It helped her combat the bullying, but it certainly tired her at night, where she didn't need to keep up her mental fortitudes. It was at night when she contemplated on the events that transpired- some nights, she ended up crying out of frustration with her inability to use any element.
Still, that never stopped Louise from trying.
"Another day…" she sighs. After packing up her things, she headed straight to her next class. She couldn't afford being late after all- it was the last thing she could do for the teachers who never stopped teaching her despite everything. That brought a soft smile on her face, but also a very damaging blow to her pride. It hurt to never really give anything back to people you owe after all.
As usual though, classes were boring for the students. While the students were busy lounging around as Mrs. Chevreuse spoke, some were flirting. Louise was an exception, and perhaps the bluenette by the front, someone that Louise recognized as Tabitha. The pinkette was currently reading up on her book. What she couldn't cast, she could make it up by Spell Theory, and learning everything she could that may help her…. unique predicament.
She idly noted Guiche answer the teacher's question, and continued to write down notes from both the lectures currently in class, and knowledge she had from the previous year. It wouldn't do to forget them after all.
"Let's have someone try the spell out… You," the teacher called out to her. For a while, Louise didn't notice since she was too busy writing down notes, and indulging herself with her memories perhaps too much. It took a few calls until she snapped back to reality, and raised her head up.
"What's your name?" the teacher asked.
"Louise," she answered, almost reflexively. She internally flinched, knowing that she just answered out of etiquette.
That wouldn't do…
She stood up, correcting herself. She still had her pride after all. It was embarrassing when she did that.
"Louise de La Vallière."
"U-uhm, teacher…" a student called out. He looked nervous, and he was slightly on the bulky side. It wasn't someone Louise recognized. Well, she wasn't exactly well-liked, so none of the students ever bothered interacting with her… Perhaps only a certain few, though she could hardly call them as "social interactions".
"Yes?"
"Um, I suggest you don't pick her."
The rest of the conversation completely skipped Louise as she bristled slightly in anger. She knew she had zero affinity, she was perfectly aware of that, but that didn't gave them the chance to rob them of her chance to try. Who were they to command her to do?
"I'll do it! Please, let me do it!" she shouted, perhaps with more fire than she should've.
"Very well," the teacher said.
It was at this point that the students hurriedly went for cover, as Louise tuned them out from her mind. Rule of Steel, Rule of Steel, Rule of Steel, she chanted in her head. She should carry herself, and not show that any of these people the satisfaction of her showing pain. As she went down, she idly noted the bluenette leave the classroom… That only served to irritate her even more.
I'll show her.
She raised her wand once she was in front of the three pebbles before her.
"Louise, stop it!" the redhead called out to her. The already bubbling anger inside her turned into silent fury, as she directed a glare at the redhead, who didn't react as much.
"Shut up, you're distracting me," she snapped. She turned her attention back at the stone.
"Imagine the metal you want to create in your mind, create a clear image of it."
Louise nodded in response, looking at the pebbles before her. She recalled the colour of the the pebbles turned precious stones earlier, and she decided to give that a try. Silently, she casted the spell…
As usual, it exploded in her face after it glowed slightly. To her credit though, Louise didn't react as much. She idly glanced around the room, noticing the tattered state of her dress, and the ruined state of the classroom. The anger she was feeling earlier was extinguished very quickly, and was replaced with shame, and resignation. She bit the insides of her lip to stop any of her emotions from leaking out.
Rule of steel, rule of steel…
"That's why I told you not to do it!" a redhead shouted. Louise turned around, wiping her face from dust.
"Looks like I made a little mistake," Louise said, trying to save face.
"What?"
"How is this 'little'?"
"Your percentage of success is zero!"
"You zero Louise!"
Louise looked like she took all of them in stride, but inside, she was burning in shame, and regret. Why did she have zero talent to spells? It wasn't fair. She glanced down at the unconscious teacher… and sighed.
She had a feeling she'll be reprimanded for this. They heard knocking on the door, and it opened to reveal a green haired lady.
"… Louise," she called out.
There was a non-spoken agreement, as Louise sighed, and followed after the lady. She followed her, walking up the stairs of the tower, and reached a room. It was often called the "Reflection Room". Mostly because of the mirrors, and it was a place where one was to reflect.
Louise was a frequent visitor to the place.
So once the talk was finished, she exited the room with grace, slightly proud of herself that she didn't let one of her dark emotions slip past her face after the severe reprimanding she got from Miss Longueville. As she walked down the stairs, she noticed three students on the stairwell standing in front of her. It was the bluenette, the redhead, and the blonde with ringlets.
Her usual bullies.
"So how did it go? At the reflection room again? Perhaps, are you now kicked out?" the redhead called out. After that, she laughed along with the blonde. At least the bluenette didn't seem to care what was going on; it looked like she was just dragged along into this charade. It was the redhead's fault, Louise was sure of it.
She ignored them, walking down. She knew she shouldn't indulge them, it would just make the teasing harder for her to endure, but… her pride demanded to protect herself.
"No punishment," she said, as she'd walked past them. "They said the teacher was also at fault, despite the warnings."
She continued walking, as she'd heard laughter from behind her. It stung her pride, the brimming anger in her chest flooding out, her face burning in shame. "I was just having a bad day."
"You're always having one, right? Since you don't have a nickname yet. You're just a zero."
That made Louise stop in her tracks. It was uncalled for.
"Shut up!" she snapped, her anger finally manifesting in her tone.
"I'm looking forward for tomorrow… I wonder how you will do with your summoning?"
Her pride demanded to be protected, so she let her words slip her mouth. She turned to the redhead, clear anger manifested in her eyes, but that didn't change the mocking expressions of the blonde and redhead.
"I have great confidence when it comes to the Summon Servant spell!" she shouted. This seemed to surprise the two, especially with the conviction behind her words. "Just you wait, I will summon the most beautiful, sacred, and strongest familiar spirit that no one can ever match, even with all of you combined!" she shouted, before she continued to walk. And walk. And walk.
She didn't even notice she was back in her room, now changing her clothes before promptly collapsing on the bed. She lied in her bed, and continued to stare… Her words from earlier was eating her out.
I have great confidence when it comes to the Summon Servant spell!
Once again, shame ate her heart out.
"I never should have said that…"
Louise spent another sleepless night.
Mipha
It was cold, and dark. The red Zora couldn't do anything, as she seemingly drifted in a never ending stream of water. She had her eyes opened, but she could not see a thing. She idly noted how the waters energized her, but she was more plagued by her desires in her heart. She didn't get to do the things she wanted to do, she didn't get to say the things her heart desperately wanted to croak out.
It was unfair for her.
So, she continued to weep, but she knew she shouldn't weep for too long. Her father would've been worried of her, Sidon would be hugging her, and her mentor would've been angry at the Hylian for making her cry. It felt like hours when she was crying, but it soon passed. Now, she was just… bored. It reminded of her the times when she'd just swim around the East Reservoir Lake to clear her mind.
"I wonder… how they are doing…"
The fates of the other champions, Link, and Zelda were unknown to her. However, she knows she couldn't come back anymore to check. After her death, she was immediately taken away, into this weird space that she could only describe as the afterlife. She wasn't stuck as a spirit back in Hyrule, which was known to happen to some spirits with the will to carry it out. This meant that whatever purpose she had was finished there, and she successfully purified Vah Ruta. It was a comfort she could rely on, but she was still worried.
But more specifically, she was more worried of Link and her family. She was worried of Link, who looked like he was in the verge of death, and her family who would certainly grieve her death. Sighing, Mipha could only do so much. She closed her eyes again, but they soon snapped open. Her yellow eyes widening as pain racked through her body. She could feel herself undergoing a change, as the waters around her turned rapid and savage, throwing themselves against her body. She let out a silent scream, surprising herself that even her voice was removed from her.
The pain she was feeling was unlike any other. She could feel her scales being pulled out of her, being replaced by something raw and entangling. The regions on the top of her head was gently softening and turning into strands, and she could feel her legs change, growing longer, and her nether regions adjusting from its position to a higher spot. She could feel more developments in her body, such as the webbing between her fingers and toes disappearing, her teeth from their normally sharp teeth rounding on its edges, leaving four canines, and from what little her eyes could see, her red normal red and white hue changing into… light peach hue.
She could not believe her eyes, as she felt something grow out from the sides of her face. She reached out, freaking out slightly as she noticed her hands looked… Hylian. She barely had time to process what was happening, when she heard a booming voice echoing in the area.
My slave, who lives somewhere in the universe!
Slave… What? Ah!
The now… redhead couldn't say much, as she was still suffering from the pain. This time, she felt the waters caress her… new body, and seemingly solidify into a white dress with a frilly layered short skirt that only stopped above the knee. The blue robes she received from the Hylian Royalty still dangled on her like a sash, and she could feel the familiar heaviness of the ornaments she wore as a Zora Princess on her head, and on her shoulders. She felt something cover her feet, presumably shoes, and a pair of… bracelets seemingly appear
Oh sacred, beautiful, and strong familiar spirit!
Mipha could no longer feel the pain, but she could certainly feel how… raw her skin felt. The waters were doing great in soothing her pain, but little did it help with her newfound uneasiness with her body, and how uncomfortable she felt. Then, a surge of power seemed to flow through her veins, her eyes widening as she felt the familiar healing power reawaken itself inside her… As well as some odd feeling that she could still swim as well as a Zora, despite her new Hylian body… And how she had a feeling that she was perfectly capable of manipulating water…
Here, I desire and plead from my heart!
If turning into a Hylian wasn't surprise enough for the ex-Zora Princess, then certainly her trusty Lightscale Trident appearing before her. She reached out for it, and she felt the familiar weight of her weapon in her hands.
Answer to my guidance!
Then, a bright light encapsulated her, blinding her temporarily.
"Are you certain that this… is the best course of action, Farore?"
Who… is that?
"Yes. She deserves it as much."
"Very well. See to it that this doesn't upset the world balance as much."
"I will sister. I will."
Then, even her hearing was taken away from her, as all she could hear was the ringing of explosions.
Louise
Louise and her other classmates were currently on the grassy field just outside the main school building. It was a vast field, and everyone seemed excited. Of course they would, it was finally the day after all.
"Today is the day of your summoning! This is the first exam of your second year, as well as the sacred day of your first encounter with your familiar spirit, who you will spend the rest of your life with as a part of an aristocratic family."
The person speaking was Mr. Colbert, a bald instructor who held a staff. When he finished his piece, Louise held her wand harder than she should've. Unease and slight fear gripped her like a vice, one that slipped past her "rule of steel" chanting and manifested itself on her face as her biting her lower lip in uneasy anticipation. Her eyebrows furrowed in worry, she stared ahead, waiting for further instructions.
"I can hardly wait to see how great a familiar spirit you will summon," a redhead spoke behind her.
"Leave me alone," Louise snapped, but it lacked its usual fire. Then… the summoning began. Louise watched as the students summoned their familiar, her anxiety only growing more and more as she'd continued to watch.
A bugbear… A mole… how fitting of Guiche… A salamander?! That Zerbst got a salamander? What is this?… woah… And a dragon?! Whose… Oh, Tabitha…
The sinking feeling in Louise only grew more and more, as she didn't realize how her hands had curled up into fists. The more success she watched, the more she didn't wish to participate in the sacred ceremony anymore. However, it wasn't like she had a choice anymore. It was her last shot into proving herself that she was not worthless.
That she was not a zero.
Pain shot in her heart at that, as she'd watched the students immediately try to get to know their familiars better.
"Have we gone through everyone?" the teacher called out. At this, Louise froze, not trusting her throat to speak for her. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, she didn't have to.
"No, not yet. Miss Valiere is left," the redhead spoke.
That bitch Zerbst…
Still, she felt an… odd sense of gratitude for the redhead for calling her out instead, as much as she loathed to admit that. Never would she have thought that a day would come where she would feel… grateful to that wench.
It honestly felt disheartening and disturbing for her.
When she was called out by the professor, for some reason, everyone immediately formed a circle around her- probably to embarrass her once the spell fails. This served to deepen the insecurities already threatening to burst out from Louise, as she'd continued chanting "Rule of Steel" in her head. She ignored the people speaking around her, until a certain redhaired vixen had to speak.
"You promised you would summon someone better than this big boy over here, right? Louise," Zerbst teased, as her hand softly pet her summoned Salamander.
"Naturally!" Louise snapped back, but didn't realize how much her hands were shaking.
…
No, she realized they were shaking. She knew she was afraid of the spell failing on her.
"Please… work," she said, sending a silent prayer to Brimir in hopes she succeed.
My slave, who lives somewhere in the universe!
She spoke out, raising her wand in the air. She heard the people around her let out confused noises, but she ignored them. She continued to channel whatever mana she had, focusing all of it on her spell.
Oh sacred, beautiful, and strong familiar spirit!
Here, I desire and plead from my heart!
Answer to my guidance!
Then, she brought down her wand. Immediately, an explosion occurred. When that happened, Louise immediately panicked.
It failed?! It failed?! No, no, no, no!
Louise was about to have a breakdown, but the dust settled before her rather quickly…
She immediately took notice of the weapon beside a girl. It was a beautiful trident, decorated very carefully, yet she knew those tips would pierce through flesh like it was butter. When her eyes trailed to see its user… Her eyes widened, and her jaw slackened slightly.
A young girl with yellow eyes stared back at her in utter confusion. Louise quickly scanned the person before her, and she had to restrain herself from gasping. The girl was beautiful, nearly inhumanely so, as her perfect features immediately captivated Louise. Her yellow eyes that weren't normal in this world held power in them, and she noticed her red flowing hair was tied in a very low pony tail. However, her red hair also had an odd… white undertone underneath it? It was hard to describe it, it was as if the top layer of her hair was red, and the layer underneath was white.
Then, her eyes trailed down on her clothes. The pure whiteness of her dress oddly complimented her fair skin. The short layered frilly skirt brought out a sense of elegance, as white stockings that reached above her knees covered her legs, and a pair of white shoes rested on her feet. A blue cloth seemed to drape around her like a sash, held together by a blue diamond shaped gem. That was when she noticed the… ornaments.
The girl had an odd tiara on her head. Instead of the tiara circling her front, it circled backwards. On both sides of her head, just dangling down the arrowhead shaped edges of the tiara, there were symbols. It resembled three crescent moons facing upwards, sideways, and a blue gem was found on the bottom, surrounded by the same metal as the tiara on top of her head.
It didn't take long for Louise to connect the dots. A beautifully decorated trident, a beautiful white pure dress that cannot be replicated by any tailor, the blue sash, and the ornaments… The blood from her face fled quickly, as she'd paled drastically.
Dear Founder, she summoned a noble.
And that's a wrap for now!
You might be wondering why we decided to make Mipha a Hylian. It's more of "it's hard to exactly determine how the cast of FoZ would react to a living fish person." There's no race we are aware of so far in the FoZ universe that is similar to the Zora. We don't exactly have a good copy of the LN, so we'll be basically using the wikia, manga, and anime as our references.
We'd want to avoid any kind of discrepancies, and perhaps overreactions of the children to a Zora. While a Hylian can be easily mistaken for an Elf, at least that is better groundwork to work with since we know exactly how the humans in FoZ react to Elves.
Also, we're not exactly long time fans of Legend of Zelda either. We're more of filthy casuals, well, maybe Aria knows more than me in terms of LoZ. I grew up with Grand Chase and Ragnarok, not Legend of Zelda and Mario. The only games I've played of LoZ is BoTW and the Skyward Sword. - Crowe
While I played more LoZ than Crowe, I'm still having a bit of a trouble remembering exact details. I was a kid who more on played the game, without listening to the story. I can tell you how to finish the whole game, but I won't be able to tell you the whole story of the game, except for the gist of it. Sorry~ - Aria
We're sorry about that, but we'll try our best. Please leave us reviews, and tell us on what we got things wrong! We'd happily change them, and improve on it.