“What is all the commotion here?” a voice asks from somewhere behind the Kakariko Village guards. Then the owner of the voice, a very stately man, comes up to them. “What is going on here?” he asks the guards.
“Sir Cornea!” one of the guards exclaims, seeming surprised to see Cornea there. “This Hylian scum demands entrance to the village and claims that he used to live here.”
“Oh did he now?” Cornea mutters and glances at Oron. “Very well then, why don’t you at the very least tell us who you are, Hylian?”
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Linora made a fire for everyone to sit around, if they wanted to. She gazed into the flames and started drifting off into thoughts. Her life before the war. Her parents came to mind, and for a moment she even thought she could see them both smiling at her in the lights of the fiery flames. She missed them so much it hurt to be reminded of them. This war had caused tragedies for so many, and Linora felt the need to set things right before even more sorrow would befall even more people around the land. She gripped the green scarf around her neck with her right hand and squeezed it hard as she closed her eyes for a moment. She didn’t want anyone to see her shed a tear. Soon the warmth of the fire in front of her calmed her down though, but the images she saw in the dancing flames still brought her some melancholy.