Two months. Two long, excruciating months had passed since the fall of the Calamity. For many elders, life had finally been able to return to some semblance of normalcy. For others, it was a welcome change for the better, and they quickly found their selves adjusting to a new way of life without worries of nasties in the dark.
No longer did the good people of Hyrule look up to the moon with a weary eye, fearful to see it raise bathed in blood.
For Sidon, however, the past two months had become a rather unpleasant series of racing rapids that he was steadily growing less and less fond of. The fall of the Calamity had brought him hope, just as it had each and every other Zora. Their prayers had been answered, and he had felt in his very soul that his sister’s spirit had finally found rest. With the days that followed, however, a worried uncertainty had begun to color them.
Celebrations cropped up across the Kingdom, celebrating the Hero who had defeated the Calamity, and t