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[ An unassuming young woman in a plain white dress stands just outside the doors to the Avasata Station, staring in shock at the world before her, utterly overwhelmed. Buildings of stone and steel loom over her, immeasurably taller than the tallest trees in the Faron Woods, packed so tightly together that they are like a forest in their own right. Under her feet, unbroken blocks of stone stretch far beyond her eyesight, painted with white and yellow stripes in incomprehensible patterns. Never has she felt so small, not even the first day she awakened on the Surface, shaded by rustling trees and cushioned on a bed of grass. Here, the sunlight is blinding, glinting off glass and metal, and the air itself is cold-- painfully so. There are people everywhere --people!-- more than she could ever count, brushing past each other without even a word in greeting. ]
[ It's not at all like Skyloft. Nothing about this place is like Skyloft, but that isn't what bothers Zelda, turning her from awestruck to anxious. After all, she had traveled all across the Surface world, a place where the land was as endless as the sky-- quite unlike her Skyloft home. But the Surface, foreign as it was, felt inviting, and Zelda had even decided to settle there with her best friend after their task of saving the world was complete. ]
[ This place is not like that. Colorless, cold, and all around unwelcoming. Nothing like home. ]
[ She rubs a sore spot on her left arm where a small bandage covers the wound from the shot she just received. She understood what the strange people told her during the brief minutes she was in their care, but it didn't make any sense to her. The new bangle clinks against her old one, the one she is still wearing from her journey. The "phone" she clutches in her left hand, too strange to merit her attention right now. They explained everything, those people, but left Zelda knowing nothing. ]
[ No, there is one thing that is clear. One thing, which returns a weight to her heart that she thought she was finally rid of after her journey: save the world. A goddess's duty. Hylia's duty-- no, Zelda's duty. She bites her lower lip, brows knitting together. ]
I don't want to do this again...
[ It's not at all like Skyloft. Nothing about this place is like Skyloft, but that isn't what bothers Zelda, turning her from awestruck to anxious. After all, she had traveled all across the Surface world, a place where the land was as endless as the sky-- quite unlike her Skyloft home. But the Surface, foreign as it was, felt inviting, and Zelda had even decided to settle there with her best friend after their task of saving the world was complete. ]
[ This place is not like that. Colorless, cold, and all around unwelcoming. Nothing like home. ]
[ She rubs a sore spot on her left arm where a small bandage covers the wound from the shot she just received. She understood what the strange people told her during the brief minutes she was in their care, but it didn't make any sense to her. The new bangle clinks against her old one, the one she is still wearing from her journey. The "phone" she clutches in her left hand, too strange to merit her attention right now. They explained everything, those people, but left Zelda knowing nothing. ]
[ No, there is one thing that is clear. One thing, which returns a weight to her heart that she thought she was finally rid of after her journey: save the world. A goddess's duty. Hylia's duty-- no, Zelda's duty. She bites her lower lip, brows knitting together. ]
I don't want to do this again...