never before had she heard such events—not even to the far north. Those who wandered there never made it back and those who managed to do so did not speak of what they had seen. She became wary of his presence, regardless of the fact that Peak Province was where she was headed herself…but he possessed an air about him that made her think that his life depended on this journey. Chancing a moment to remove her sack and search through its contents, Zelda pulled out a map that held a detailed description of the kingdom. “Snowpeak is not the only notable mountain in Hyrule,” she said and pointed to another that was situated to the far east. “Death Mountain, towering above Kakariko Village and situated in Eldin Province…but the territory is kept under watch by enemies.”
It was too late to correct her error, but she hoped he would not pose too many questions or become inquisitive. The last thing she wanted was to find out that he had been working with the others the entire time. And while her gut told her otherwise, it was better to be safe than sorry. “And by enemies, I mean those who would kill anyone on sight…,” she added quickly afterwards and bit the inside of her cheek once more, silently letting out a breath in hopes he would understand and not think of her someone whom was being hunted. “However, Peak Province, aside from the rest of this realm, remains to be the safest place at the moment…”
It was also void of any and all travellers—aside from themselves if true north was where they were headed.
♘—» Leo scanned over the map she had pulled out, tracing the mountain ranges with his eyes. He did not understand the politics of the region, let alone catch onto her errors. The only thing he focused on was the looming journey ahead. The trek. The impending danger should he fail.
Trust no one!
Consequences be damned. He unslung his own pack and pulled open his map. The intricately engraved armor hidden within glinted in the sun as the pack stretched open, which he hoped she did not ask questions about. A triangle marked his destination, and he compared the location with the map she held. “Guardians smile down upon me–‘tis Peak Province after all,” he mumbled. Time was not his friend on this journey, and if he had to hack his way through many a man to get there he may not make it. Securing the map in his pack once more, he slung his pack over his shoulder. “I must keep moving."
