From far in the East, the rising sun pierces through clouds of pale azure and illuminates the earthen cliffs of the Seline Mountains. Atop the rising spires of rock, stood vast fortresses of chiseled stone and fine craftsmanship. From the skies, massive ships of wood and steel floated to and fro, powered by steam and intricate clockwork. The Calatian Empire stood watch over the land, ushering peace and prosperity to the inhabitants of the clockwork cities. Beneath the shadow of the mountain, however, metal drones scoured the countryside and soldiers bearing the Calatian flag marched between the villages to keep the people in fear and force their respect.
Far from the base of the Seline mountains, just past the border of Calatia, a caravan of covered carts carried odd goods and rare items towards the outlying villages. Though they did not make the trek often, the wandering nomads known as the Sheika were well know as circus performers and traders. As the carts pressed onward, they didn't suspect that a recent change in the laws would ultimately change their course for the worse.
"Zelda!" The morning silence was broken by the sounds of voices nearly drowned out by the clanking of a wooden staff against metal pots. "Zelda! Wake up!" An old woman spoke loudly. She was the eldest of the living Sheika, and everyone knew her as Impa.