Groose grabbed another bag of chips, just to be safe, and turned to head to checkout—and, fuck, the display right behind him was a display full of condoms.

The Three were just fucking mocking him at this point.

Cawlin had made a snide-ass comment earlier that day, after Ashei had cancelled yet another date. That made three in a row. She was still happy to see him at school, and even though they weren't at the point where he would call her his girlfriend, they were more than casually seeing each other. The refusals stung, of course, but he didn't resent her for it—she was doing something for the Guard over break and had been gushing about it to him whenever she got the chance, and she always looked so damn happy when she did so that he couldn't possibly get jealous.

But Cawlin's comment had stuck with him. He hadn't thought one of his best friends would believe the bullshit Ceres had spread around the school after he'd refused to go out with her. He'd never take advantage of someone—Cawlin should've known that.

He let out a slow breath and stalked past the display, turning down the next aisle—and again, stopped.

The little Sheikah from school, the one that looked sort of like Link, was scowling up at another display, hands on his hips.

This display was full of nothing but pads and tampons. Groose decided very quickly he didn't want to know what was—

"Oh! Hey! You're Ashei's tyae, right?"

Shit.

"A what?" He asked, turning back around slowly.

The kid grinned, red eyes crinkling up at that.

"Sorry, it's…ah, lover, right? Y'know…" Groose's face burst into flame when the Sheikah formed a circle with the fingers on one hand and started moving the pointer finger of his other hand in and out of it.

"N—No! Why—fuck, stop it!"

The kid laughed and bounced back when Groose swatted at him, casting a panicked look around the store.

At least no one else was around. Small comfort, though.

"You all are so easy to rile up. Prude."

"I'm—what is wrong with you?!"

"I like screwing with you guys. Hylians, I mean. You all get so worked up over random shit."

Groose stared at him, still red as a tomato, but—shit, he had to get home and he wasn't gonna waste time with the kid's bullshit.

"What did you need?"

"Oh, yeah! So, Hilda—oh, shit, you don't—my tyae, 'cuz I don't think you two have met, she sent me to get some pads 'cuz it's her time of the month. I guess Ashei gave her a kind she liked but she doesn't know what it is. Figured you'd know?"

It took Groose a moment to process what the fuck he'd said.

Mother of Din he should've just gone home.

"...Why the fuck would I know?"

The kid blinked, confused.

"You're dating her, aren't you?"

"So?!"

Oh, that was the wrong thing to say. The kid looked pissed. Went from calm to furious in seconds.

"What the fuck do you mean 'so'? You are dating her, aren't you?"

"That's got nothing to do with—"

"This is a Hylian thing, isn't it?" The kid suddenly asked, looking a little calmer. Groose just stared at him, uncertain.

"I'm not even gonna bother with it. She won't marry you if you're not going to bother to help her with something so damn basic. Anyway, I've gotta go, nice seeing you and Sheik'll duel you if you ask him."

"Wait a—wait a minute, what's that got to do with—"

The kid rolled his eyes, snatching a pack off the shelf behind him.

"Ashei showed me a tape of you at the Tournament. You're good. And it isn't like Link had a monopoly on Sheik. Just don't be an ass, and Sheik might give you some pointers."

"Not you?" Groose couldn't resist asking, though he was inwardly bristling at the boy's comment. As if he needed a Sheikah's help to win the Tournament, or to beat Link!

The kid smirked.

"I can't teach to save my life. Sheik can, he's pretty good at it. Anyway, I gotta go, bye." And he bounced off, half-heartedly waving over his shoulder as he disappeared.

Groose stared after him for a moment, and then slunk off. If he got a case of pop, by the time he reached checkout the kid should be gone.

He was not looking forward to seeing the kid again.

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Sheik didn't exactly fight cleanly himself, but every time he sparred with Tetra he underestimated just how dirty she was willing to get.

Didn't help that she was pissed at him, of course.

He hit the ground hard for the third time within an hour and signed surrender before she could drive her spear into his neck. Tetra shot him a dirty look, but held out a hand and pulled him up.

"So what's the story with the Hylian?" She asked in Gerudo.

After yesterday's incident with Grayblade, Tetra had decided to stay a few days longer…but this was the first time she'd asked directly about Link.

Sheik was not sure how much he wanted Tetra to know, though. She was…prone to act rashly. And that was putting it lightly.

"He…saved me. After the incident in the graveyard, he offered to train with me during my Rheshae. He is a friend."

She grabbed his wrist, yanked off the bindings in a motion so smooth he suspected she had practiced it.

The mark began glowing immediately. Tetra pulled her own off, and laced their fingers together. Her mark glowed a green-yellow, his more red.

"Does he know?"

"Do you think I am a fool? And do you think I would betray you so easily?" Sheik snapped back, jerking her closer and struggling to reign in the flash of rage that threatened to consume him. The light escaping both of their marks intensified. Tetra didn't let go, though Sheik knew her hand was tingling as hard as his was. Their power had never reacted well together.

"Why the fuck do you bother with him, then?"

"He is a friend." Sheik repeated. He looked away from her, jaw tightening.

She sighed, again, and pulled him into a tight hug.

"You know I worry. If you trust him, then fine, but please be careful. And I swear to the Three if something happens again and you don't let me know immediately, I will decapitate you."

"Oddly specific for a threat." Sheik murmured, but he relaxed against her.

"Don't snark me. I keep myself safe. You don't."

That was true. Never once had Sheik felt anything from her, whether that was a sudden loss of control or discharge of power. He was the one with control problems.

Well, that was technically not true. Every once in a while they would feel something, through their connection, from Princess Zelda. But neither of them talked about that.

Sheik didn't like to acknowledge how much he resented her existence. He would do his duty to his people, if it came down to that, but telling someone how much he hated her felt too much like avoiding his own responsibility in the matter. Tetra didn't deal with anything like that, in regards to the Princess. She just hated her.

"I am sorry."

"Also, if you don't keep me informed on what's going on I will decapitate you twice. These attacks mean somebody knows you're alive. That you have the fragment. Which means they're hunting us down, and I'd like to know that somebody is going to try to kill me before they show up in my home."

"Delr Anjean monitors my emails, you know. I…waited so long in part because I did not want to arouse suspicion. I could not—and I cannot—send such sensitive information through email."

Tetra let out a particularly nasty curse at that. Sheik pulled out of her hug and dropped to the ground, stretching his legs out in front of him. She joined him after a moment.

"This Anjean bitch is going to kill you."

"She wants too."

"…Aveil. Can you…tell Aveil? She'd be able to bounce around between us without anyone looking twice at her."

"Do you trust her?"

"Babe, she already knows. Your sister knows too, but I don't trust her. If Ganondorf were older, I'd trust him. He's too cute to be evil." That was not wrong.

"Marin is not evil." Tetra let out a snort at that.

"She's still got too much of your people in her. She might be in your camp, but she won't be in mine."

"You think she would tell Impa. Or Nabooru."

"I know she would." Tetra replied, shaking her head.

Sheik let out a groan and fell back onto the grass.

"Every fucking person I know has problems with every other fucking person I know. Can you just stop, please?" He rubbed his face with his hands as he spoke. Tetra laughed.

"It is pointless—taking sides between you and I. If they want me to survive, they have to also want you to survive."

"It's no different from your cousin. She built a relationship with you and you know she'd kill you in a moment, if the Elders told her to."

A heavy sort of silence fell over them.

Tetra hated his family, for that. For not whole-heartedly supporting him. Her people supported her, so much so they sacrificed their own safety for hers.

The Gerudo had never taken kindly to anyone telling them what to do. Though they were close to the Sheikah, that put an even more intense scrutiny on any requests between the two people. The Sheikah had named the Bearer of Wisdom's Courage Tetra shortly after the cycle became known to them. A title, like his own name. A few centuries ago the Gerudo had gotten tired of the Sheikah showing up every generation or so and killing their daughters, and so they had begun naming every seventh daughter born to one of their own Tetra, as the first had been the seventh daughter of their Chief.

Each child was raised knowing they were protecting their sisters, simply by taking on the name. So Tetra's presence in his life was not at all suspicious to the Elders. They'd met online, with no idea what the other was until they had first met. Sheik suspected the Elders thought they remained friends because of music, perhaps because the Gerudo were taunting them by making her visit. It was ironic that her presence, so close to him, was the very thing shielding her from any suspicion.

"…You know they brainwashed you, don't you? Having you so convinced dying is the right thing."

"…I do not want to die. I never have."

"But you'd do it, if they asked."

Sheik sighed.

"I do not want to die. And I know you do not approve of my actions, but my Rheshae…I would not kill the Elders to save my life. Not Hilda, or Byrne, or Impa, or Marin. I do not want to live at the expense of others. Sixteen years Hyrule has been peaceful and prosperous with a Princess without the full Triforce of Wisdom. I cannot imagine that changing, even if the people were to find out. But if that were to happen…I think that is the only way I could go to my death peacefully. And that is my own choice, my own action. Not yours. I would never take that from you, Tetra."

She lay down beside him, and took his hand again.

"I would take that choice from you in a heartbeat, Sheik."

"You are a controlling bitch, Tetra. That is just how you show love." She burst into laughter.

"You show love by giving too much space, Sheik. Gotta balance you out somehow." He laughed softly, but his laugh turned into a grunt when she suddenly flipped on top of him.

"So this Hylian. I get to carry your child. And I'm not joking here—I will fight Aveil if she tries to butt in. I called dibs and that bitch can go suck it."

Sheik's face flamed at that.

"We are not—"

"I know you have a thing for blondes, Sheik." Tetra said, rolling her eyes and tilting her head. She snatched up the wrapping she'd dropped earlier, winding it around her own palm deftly.

"Get off of me."

"Now—promise! Or I'll keep you here until your little Lorulian gets back." By the Three, he needed to get her to calm down. Ravio hated that being brought up—he'd fucking lose it if Tetra brought it up. Again. Because she loved needling him.

He tried to throw her off, and failed. She reached for her spear, laying discarded in the grass, and he held his hands up in surrender.

"Fine, fine. Just do not piss off Ravio, please."

"No promises."

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Byrne set a bottle of beer down in front of Malladus before sitting beside him at the counter in their kitchen. Malladus didn't react, but he knew the Elder had seen it. He'd drink it eventually. When he could pull his thoughts away from the box before him, and the eyes it contained.

The kid's parents had been dealt with already. The mother had not reported the child's disappearance, and the father hadn't even bothered informing anyone that the child had never returned. Malladus had ordered the father to be tried and, if found guilty, killed. The mother was getting away with it in Ordona Province. The neglect. The Ordona Sheikah were…lax, to say the least.

But the boy's disappearance, and his subsequent murder, were weighing heavily on Malladus. He'd failed the child. Failed his charges. Failed his people.

"...I need to go back to Ikana. To kill the fucker."

Malladus had never given his duties to any other Sheikah. The easy and the hard, he did it all. Byrne had always admired that about him. Though the demon ruled stricter and crueler than the other Elders—he was the only Elder to still actively kill law-breakers, except for the Sheiks—he lived to serve those under his protection.

"Will the other Elders let you go?"

"Not easily."

"…I'll have to stay here."

Malladus sighed and clapped a hand over Byrne's shoulder.

"You'll need to. To protect your brother. Little bastard's more trouble than he's worth, but Anjean's…doing something. Planning it, at least."

That alarmed Byrne.

"What do you—"

"I need to do more than execute this son of a bitch. I need to start preparing Ikana. If Midna's smart, she'll do the same with Eldin." Malladus growled, and stood.

Byrne froze.

"You're talking about war."

"I'll stand with your brother. Midna too, no matter what anyone else thinks. Your aunt."

"Malladus, you're talking about war!"

The demon regarded him seriously, steadily.

"We fucked up last time. Did everything possible to avert war. And we've been at a standoff for years, because of it. That sort of conflict breeds bitter traitors. We've got someone after your brother now, who knows about the Mark. The Sheikah like to pretend they're loyal to a fault still, but the tools we've used for centuries to ensure we stay together are failing. Can't be prideful little shits about our abilities when the Hylians are building machines capable of doing what we do, when they're training their own elites and integrating themselves into the world so easily. Can't hold the threat of betrayal over our own heads, when we live in a time so peaceful, with no cause to fear that betrayal. And this divide is threatening the very foundations of our beliefs. Old tradition versus the new. Seen it before. That kind of split never goes over well."

Byrne swallowed hard, fists clenched around one another.

"What do you think turned things around last time? The one event that changed everything?" Malladus' voice was softer, rougher. Less lecture-like. Maybe a bit more patronizing. Byrne was fine with that. Malladus had never dealt with stress or anxiety well.

"Sheik killing our parents." It was an easy answer. Their parents had been the ringleaders for those who opposed Sheik's existence. They'd garnered a lot of support because they were so traditional, though. They wouldn't kill him unless the Elders gave them the go-ahead. Their supporters were another matter entirely.

As it had for the past few years, a surge of guilt washed over him at the thought. He shouldn't have left Hyrule when it happened. He should have stayed, helped Sheik through it.

The demon nodded.

"That scared the shit out of the Elders. But why didn't that swing against him?"

Byrne scowled again, unconsciously pressing his hand to his prosthetic.

"If the dead ripped my arm off for leaving him here, I don't particularly care to know what they'd do to his killer."

Not that Sheik knew that was why the dead disliked him. Byrne kept quiet because he knew his brother would feel guilty about it, would blame himself. The dead kept quiet because they didn't want him to hate them.

"And now we have the Gerudo on our asses about it, and Ganondorf with the Triforce of Power. Anjean's planning something. I need to go back to Ikana, but I don't want to do that while she's fucking around here. If she starts a war, we're fucked. The Hylians will never trust us again, and all the shit we keep so secret will come spilling out."

That had always been a fear of theirs, Byrne thought. The dead were fickle, but of greater concern were the artifacts the Sheikah collected. They had a hard enough time keeping them safe without the whole world knowing that they existed and where they were. For fuck's sake, the whole mess with Majora had been stressful enough and that had just been one of her own getting her back.

"Do you really think they'll let it get that far?"

Malladus rolled his eyes.

"We've traitors in our midst. One does not betray their kin if it isn't already that far."

"I think you're being cynical." Byrne said after a moment, though he was uneasy. It had been bad, before, but there had only been three casualties then. And while the Sheikah hated Sheik, and many of them resented his existence, betraying Sheik meant betraying their people. Betraying Nayru, if they were an adult. Byrne didn't even think Anjean would stoop that low.

"You're mortal. You trust people." That made Byrne roll his eyes in exasperation.

"That defense doesn't work anymore. You're not the only being I know anymore. Midna, Ghirahim."

Malladus let out a derisive snort.

"That sword is as much a demon as I am fairy. I want you here when I leave. Rheshae aside. Keep an eye on shit. I'll be leaving by year's end—have to clear it away with the rest of the Elders."

Byrne scowled, but nodded.

Truth be told, even without the demon's worries, Malladus needed to return to Ikana

Ikana was the only reservation in Termina, and it functioned differently than those in Hyrule. Terminian undead didn't rest like those in Hyrule, and they lived alongside the Sheikah there. As a result it had become very well known as a sanctuary for the young—if a Sheikah was orphaned with no family to take them in, they were sent to Ikana. Somewhere around sixty percent of the Sheikah there were underage, and the dead there protected all of them. Malladus needed to go back and reassure those children that they were safe, and that he still cared for them. Make sure the dead weren't forgetting that their charges were alive, too.

Which was part of the reason why he could get away with being so much harsher than the Elders, in all honesty.

"Get to work, then. The other Elders will drag their feet until they realize it's inevitable, and then make you leave immediately when they do decide to. I'll start packing your shit." Byrne added, though he let out a loud sigh as he did so.

He'd never liked being left behind, but this was serious. He could deal with the unease it brought.

"…I won't make the children fight, Byrne. I'll just have them run through drills. Lock the place down, if anything happens."

"Will you ask the Seer if he knows anything?"

Malladus hesitated a moment, then sighed.

"I always ask. Doesn't mean I'll tell any of you what he says. He might see a war, but it might have a good outcome. Or he may see a bad outcome, but without a war. You know how these things are."

That twelve-year-old saw more shit than Byrne had ever seen, which was saying something. But he was also a psychopath who thoroughly enjoyed it. Malladus usually asked him what he'd seen, when dealing with sensitive situations.

Byrne didn't trust any of it. Nayru would do whatever She saw fit, and basing plans of action off a few fragments from a Seer never turned out well. Malladus believed the same, but he just hated not knowing.

That was probably where the kid got it from, in all honesty.

"…Alright. Be safe."

The Elder grinned.

"You too."

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Shad set down the pile of textbooks he'd been carrying with a huff, and took a moment to stretch his arms above his head.

He'd gone running with Link after lunch, and Link had been an ass about it. Shad didn't work out like Link did, but he did run—when using magic to fight people, you only needed to be fast. Link didn't run, but he did work out.

Admittedly, it had been a huge ego boost to see the best duelist in the entire fucking country dragging his feet behind him and whining, but Shad was tired. Auru had asked him to help clean up his classroom though, and Shad couldn't refuse his grandfather.

His phone rang, and he answered without looking at the caller ID as he started putting textbooks onto the bookshelf beside him.

"Hello?"

"Hey, you." It was Aveil. Shad brightened at that.

"What's up?"

"Just calling to thank you. I took your advice, and it really helped."

Shad blushed so hard he reflexively looked around to make sure there was no one in the room.

Aveil had been complaining about her ex. She'd said that while there were a lot of Gerudo in the desert, it was hard to get away from someone you were having trouble with. Aveil had been having a hard time keeping her ex out of her business, though her ex was now dating another girl.

Shad had never dated anyone before, but he'd tried his best to give her good advice. That consisted of looking solutions up online and spouting generic bullshit. Aveil knew this, of course. He'd told her as much while looking it up.

"It isn't—it wasn't anything special."

"No, sweetie, it wasn't. Just the support, I mean. Kyra's well-respected here, and the other girls support her over me. I ended up breaking the two of them up, now she's obsessed with her ex and not my problem anymore."

"That's fucking brutal." She laughed at him.

"Bitch slept with my girlfriend. All's good. Anyway, how'd that shit with Sheik end up? With the crazy teacher?"

"You haven't talked to him?"

"No, my cousin's at his place. She hasn't seen him in a year or so, and she'll just bitch if I show up or call."

"Tetra?"

"You met her?"

"Not really, just heard about her. She scares the shit out of Link." Aveil laughed again.

"Well, I don't know everything about the Sheik thing. Seems to be fine. He's still teaching here, Sheik's still attending class. My guess is they gave him a warning. He's a big deal—Grayblade, I mean—and they can't just fire him." Shad continued, pinning the phone between his ear and shoulder as he continued putting the textbooks away.

Fucking freshman had left them all over the damn school and made a mess of the lab. Auru had been at a teacher's meeting during their class period, and the sub hadn't bothered asking the kids to clean up.

"Assholes. Well—it'll just escalate, they know that, right?"

"They expect him to act like an adult. And he's…like, people know who Link is because of the Tournament. And they like him. If it gets out to the media that Grayblade was being a dick to Link's training partner, even if they do know he's a Sheikah, it'll turn into a whole thing. To be honest Grayblade would probably have a hard time finding any kind of job, afterwards."

"You're assuming the media would be nice to Sheik, though. If it got out at all." Aveil pointed out, and Shad paused.

"…Yeah. I don't—sorry if that bothers you."

"You've never had to deal with racist assholes. Well, maybe you have now. Byrne's a dick. And you like to assume the best in people. Not a problem, you know."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Well—I've gotta go. About to eat dinner. I'll talk to you later, 'kay?"

"Alright. Good night."

"Night!"

Shad stuffed his phone in his pocket and put the last textbook into place. He and Auru had already cleaned the room he was in, but they had two other labs to pick up.

He made his way to the second lab room, where his grandfather was washing out test tubes and beakers. Shad grabbed a handful of paper towels from the dispenser by the sink and began drying them.

"Thank you for helping tonight, kiddo."

"No problem."

"All your homework done?"

"Yup. Turned in my training schedule proposal today too. Tournament try-outs are right after winter break, and I have to get started on that."

Auru chuckled, and handed Shad a beaker.

"You'll have to begin applying for colleges soon, too. Do you know where you want to go?"

Shad paused a moment, nerves flaring into existence in his stomach. But telling Auru was the first step. His father…fuck, Shad hoped that went smoothly. They were meeting him for dinner after they left the school.

"…I, um…I'm going to drop debating. Classes and the Tournament. I like magic. Want to work with that. I don't know what, exactly. But I was talking to a friend of mine, Aveil. She told me about this program graduating seniors can enroll in? After you graduate you spend a year traveling around Hyrule. It's about ecology, learning to maintain and protect different ecological systems and manage pollution. Three months in the Gerudo Desert, three months at Lake Hylia, three months in Ordon and three months in Central Hyrule."

"You've never expressed an interest in ecology before. And who funds this program?"

"Um, it's like a joint effort. Funded by the Hyrulean Gerudo and the Zora Institute for Conservation and Science. There are regulations in place for big companies and the money earned from that covers Hylian contributions. And they specialize in using magic to do things. It's not that ecology doesn't interest me. I just really love the idea of being able to travel like that. And helping. It isn't just keeping shit clean—shit, shit! Sorry!" Shad damn near dropped the glass he was drying in his panic. Auru laughed and popped the drain in the sink.

"Sounds like you've put a lot of thought into this."

"I—yeah. I just—Link doesn't care what he does. That pisses me off. Ashei's always known. And I know I want to do something to help people. Aveil…she's Gerudo, right? One of Sheik's friends. And this program really helps them, in the desert. The Zora too. And if I don't like it, the program runs year to year so I can always just not reapply." Shad finished putting away the glassware and glanced around the room as he finished talking.

"Your plans might yet change. Having an idea is always a good plan. No need to be so nervous."

Shad grinned at that, but he was still nervous as hell. His grandfather and his father both lived for their work, and Shad had been terrified they'd consider his plan stupid. It wasn't as professional as what they did—though granted, he didn't exactly know what his father did. Government work of some sort.

Auru seemed chill, though, and that was a huge reassurance.

"Are you going to tell your mother?" Auru asked softly, and Shad froze.

"…Not any of her business what I do."

"You'll need her financial information to apply for aide."

"I've already sent in for a waiver for that." Shad said stiffly, and busied himself pushing chairs in. He heard Auru go still behind him, heard his grandfather let out a long, slow sigh.

He knew it hurt him. What had happened to their family. But Shad had tried for years to make peace between his parents. Between himself and his mother. But when the problem was his very existence, there wasn't much he could do about it. He'd given up. Auru hadn't.

"…Well—"

A loud crash cut Auru off and both of them spun around as the supply closet door flew open. Supplies flew out and bottles crashed to the ground—chemicals and products as well as safety equipment.

And wide yellow eyes blinked at them. The creature let out a guttural, panicky croak and scrambled back—and while they watched climbed the wall and disappeared into the ceiling tiles.

Another crash had both of them yelling as they turned and Shad had broken glassware hovering around them in an instant.

But it was just Grayblade, brandishing twin swords smeared in gore.

"What the fuck was that?!" Shad gasped, the glass dropping to the ground as he released his magic.

"Bokoblin. They just scared the shit out of the janitor. You okay?"

"What the fuck are they doing in here?" His voice was far shriller than it should've been, but seriously? Bokoblins were damn near extinct. And judging by what Grayblade had said there was more than one running around the school.

"We—we are fine. Those chemicals are going to be a problem, though. Is anybody hurt?" His grandfather ushered him forward as he spoke, and the three of them retreated out of the lab.

"Let's go. We'll call for help when we get outside. I'm going to get everyone else out. You care to join me, Mister Aurum?" Shad stared at his grandfather for a moment before realizing Grayblade was talking to him.

"Um—yeah, I'll help. I'll—Auru—"

His grandfather smiled, clapped his shoulder.

"Come, then. Let's get to work." Grayblade handed his grandfather one of his swords, and Shad tried hard to hide the sudden giddiness that threatened to take over.

He'd never seen his grandfather fight before. But he'd heard the stories.

Yes, please.

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Would just like to take the time to say thank you to everyone who reads this, who reviews, and who encourages me. I love you all, and you are all wonderful 3

I used this chapter to mostly explain things lol. I feel like this fic just moves super slowly but it's gonna start picking up…what do you guys think? Sorry this took so long, it's just basically all the usual excuses for such a late update lol. Life gets in the way~

On another note, would you guys want me to post an anthology of sorts? Like, terms and info on the world and such? I know that's a huge thing you're all concerned about. If so do you want it posted separately or as a chapter here? I'll need more than one/two people to respond here if you want it, SO LET ME KNOW.

The Gerudo/Tetra thing—there are quite a few girls named Tetra. Please don't think the seventh daughter thing makes it a rare occurrence. Not quite a needle in a haystack search, but pretty damn close. The Gerudo have big families. Also thank fuck for BOTW because I have so many Sheikah/Gerudo names to pick from now YAAAAAAYYYYYYYY! And Shad calls Auru by his first name, not grandpa or anything bc they weren't close until his parents divorce and by that time Auru was a teacher at his school, so he didn't want anybody knowing. Any other questions, HMU!

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