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THE PEOPLE OF the Gerudo desert were, as the higher classes of Castle Town took pleasure in naming them, cultural mutts. Only the pure Gerudo were female, which made pureblood Gerudo incredibly rare; thus the dark-skinned fiery-haired desert women had to make do with the Hylian and human travelers that wandered into the sandy region and lost their way in the swirling dust. The people of Hyrule often clung to the stereotype that the Gerudo women captured their male counterparts, did their business, and then exiled the men into the hot, dry desert for them to wander helplessly to their deaths with no food or water. The validity of these stereotypes was questionable, since not many people dared venture anywhere near the Gerudo Desert who hoped to live to tell the tale.

Of course it wasn’t their fault that the pure Gerudo population consisted solely of women; their elders and soothsayers claim that an ancient evil cursed their race to die out gradually and miserably, providing them with one male descendent every hundred years. The Gerudo made do, however, living resignedly with the mix of desert people and Hylian.

Years went by and "Gerudo" was no longer a term for a race, but for a tribal people. Pure Gerudo simply did not exist anymore, and the term was attached to the city outside the desert, not the race. The Gerudo had to settle with being called Hylians, although their connection with the ancient goddess was more or less nonexistent.

Ezerella often dreamed that she would be swept away by a Hylian prince straight from the courts of Hyrule Castle. It was rumored that he had a son, and Ezerella’s heart leapt at the news. But years went by and no such handsome knight appeared in the midst of the Gerudo Desert.

The Gerudo maiden had shockingly red hair with deep brown skin and amber-colored eyes. Her looks were not above par, but not below it either, and she didn’t even have the fighting spirit of the Gerudo warriors. Upon refusal to take up in the Gerudo warrior fleet, Koume Dragmire, the tribe’s princess and leader at the time, positioned her as a sentry atop one of the many looming towers. It was Ezerella’s one and only job to spot intruders as soon as they crested the horizon and swiftly inform Koume's attendants.

For a young girl with a heightened imagination and a tendency toward romanticism, Ezerella found the task incredibly boring. She stood alone at the top of a shaded tower, gazing at the soaring turrets of Hyrule Castle. She imagined the city beneath it, Castle Town, bustling with handsome men, slender women, playful children with their toys and games. There was certainly nothing wrong with her Gerudo heritage; she had a mother and sister whom she loved dearly and would not leave for the world. But her heart ached for something beyond the sentry tower, something beyond the sedentary lifestyle that was assigned to her.

Although Ezerella had no idea what caused her inattentive stupor, it was clear that her daydreaming caught her up in some sort of fantastical reverie just as a lone traveler made his way across Hyrule Field, a steed of deep ebony bringing him closer and closer to the mountains bordering the desert. His handsome features suggested he was in his twenties at least, although his hair was of a shimmering silver that flashed white in the glare of the sun. The traveler’s cloak around his shoulders was a deep royal cobalt, covering a tunic of blue and gold. His boots were made of dodongo leather, bleached a pale brown from years of exposure to sunlight. But his most striking accessory, which brought Ezerella straight out of her reverie, was a white feather tucked into a band around his head, so large and wispy that Ezerella was sure it had to have belonged to one of the ancient birds given as gifts from the Goddess to her precious Hylians. It was also this feature that stopped her from immediately sending word to Koume about the traveler’s presence, and that caused her to climb down from the sentry tower and rush over to the main gates herself...

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