Some parts of the land of Hyrule are rather peaceful.
It's pleasantly cool out. There is a wide open grassy field, cliffs on two sides, a patch of woods on the third, and an honestly intimidating view of high cliffs in the distance off to the right.
There's a campfire here, still burning, though no sign of whoever was using it.
All in all, not necessarily a bad place to get banished to.
Nod. "It's too bad that telling them not to be scared might put them in danger of other Guardians."
"It'll be better if you can paint it. There's a guy who's good with dyes and paints in Hateno Town."
"More monsters this way too. They never learn. Just barely smart enough to light fires and use a club, monsters are."
"Don't think so. The way I heard it, Ganon is what makes monsters more than simple animals - and they don't need a real mind to be a threat, a fake one will do."
"So they're like sprites -- not that that means anything to you. Er. Programs with animal-level intelligence, only semi-autonomous."
"Sounds about right. They'll cook food and build crude weapons and camps and barricades, but nothing... Peopley."
Swampy path is full of wrecks of old Guardians, blackened, missing limbs, rusting hulks. None of them are still active enough to register to Naomi's systems, though Link grabs loose parts from a few. "Ancient metal's worth something, after all."
Soon they come up towards an old stone wall - with a huge concentration of the destroyed machines in front of it. "And here we are, Fort Hateno. Where the worst of the Calamity was stopped in its tracks a hundred years ago."
"I didn't witness it. But the people who did said it was one for legends. I heard a Gerudo princess stayed here to help and killed loads of Guardians, even though her own people needed her..."
"Last line of defense before the otherwise-isolated East Necluda region. The line holding probably saved tens of thousands..." Sigh.
"Nah, go for it."
Link appears from her Slate's hammerspace a bunch of bits and bobs - shafts, screws, springs, gears - and a warm, faintly blue-glowing object she calls a 'core'.
The core is fascinating. It almost looks like a ball of pure essence. "What do you do with the cores?"
"I don't doubt it. She fixed my Sheikah Slate but only after talking about it for a while! It's kind of like your, uh, thingy, I think."
She lies down, resting her head against the forest floor. Then her eyes close and she goes limp --
There's Link's persona, clearly visible. And projecting, it is -- hm. A smooth, featureless ball.
She tries to mark it.
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