Zelda was taking the time to inspect her own changes. The idea that she could be a hero still rattling around in her head. Her armor was mostly leather and light. It was easy to move it but her stomach was bare. She never dressed so openly but as she looked around it seemed to be common so she tried not to let it bother her.

Her thoughts now divided between her new situation and the world around her. She saw others dazed and confused, some even angry.

Zelda felt the force hit her side before she could register what had happened. She staggered back falling towards the ground. Luckily the ground was covered in a soft layer of grass. She sat on the grass, her eyes focused on the blond haired boy in front of her.