[b][u]Dia[/u][/b]


There's no getting around it... Dia is lost. She's been past the same cactus three times now, and every time she thinks she's found a landmark, the desert ghosts and sand creatures kick up dust amd spin her around.

At least it's still cool. When the sun gets too strong, it takes all Dia's strength not to pass out.

But then... In the distance... A horn? Yes, there it is again! Dia rushes towards the sound.



From atop a dune, Dia finds the source of the sound. The forces of evil, attacking a caravan. The odds aren't good, but it only takes the zora a moment to decide what to do.

A ball of elcticity strikes a moblin in the back, stunning the creature and dropping it to it's knees. Two more follow, stunning another moblin, and crackling off the armour of the lizafos.

Dia stands proud atop the dune, lightning crackling in one hand, pointing at the commander with the other, calling him out to fight. If she can win a one-on-one, it should demoralise the other beasts, and give the caravan time to flee.