Mipha

It's been a long time since anyone has been to Zora's Domain in Lanayru. The Zora have since vacated the region, heading to safer shoals. You've come to this place to see how the Zora used to live. You arrive in the cities central plaza, the stonework covered in moss and alga, looking up at a statue of a Hylian hero and a Zora prince. Planted into a stone dais before it stands a trident of gleaming silver, it's gleaming points thrust towards the sky, defiant of the decay around it. Your fingers trace over it in silent reverence.

When you do the city shudders around you, as if heaving a grateful sigh. The trident begins glowing and a heavy mist forms, drawing itself inward tightly, like a cocoon. For a long moment nothing happens until the cocoon dissolves releasing a warm, shining light from within that slowly recedes until you can open your eyes again.

Upon the dais now stands a gentle figure, a Zora woman of vibrant red and cream coloured skin and clothed in a blue sash and delicate jewelry. She hold the trident in her hands, gripping the cool metal as if embracing an old friend. She bears a small smile on her lips, but her eyes hold a deep sadness, quickly replaced with curious surprise as she sees you.

"So... It worked." She regards you with a gentle nobility. "I am... Was, Princess Mipha of the Zora. I died many years ago, but my spirit continued on, bound to this trident, and over the many years, it has drawn the disparate pieces of my essence to me. She holds out a hand to, inviting you to take it. Thank you dear traveler, the spark of life in your touch was the final step.