Fight Ekracthul's influence and free her mind (lawful neutral)

Tala eventually made the decision to head for Ordon Village. She resumed her trek after the lingering effects of her frightening encounter faded away. She didn’t feel truly safe until the faint rays of dawn were glinting through the trees.

The river leading to the human village was easy enough to find, and after wolfing down some strips of dried venison she began her trek downriver. Tala couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched as she plodded along the riverbank. Stygian things leered at her from beneath the rivers insouciant flow—but every time she looked to the waters there was nothing to be seen.

“Tala.”

Tala froze, she recognized that voice. She didn’t bother covering herself as she turned to regard the speaker, modesty was a thing far-flung from her thoughts.

The Hylian woman from the temple stood casually on the bank.

“They won’t hurt you,” the woman continued.

So there were things in the water. And how long had the Hylian been following her?

Tala tensed as the woman approached, relaxing a little only as she gently took her hand. “There’s no need to fear me,” said the Hylian goddess of a woman. “There hasn’t been one like you in awhile,” she slid her other hand down Tala's side, tracing down her hip and coming to rest on her shapely rear; giving a firm squeeze.

It was impossible not to give in to those lusty lips, and before long Tala found herself pulling the Hylian into a passionate kiss. The embrace lasted until the two women had to pull apart to take a breath.

“What’s your name?” Tala asked, her bust rising and falling rhythmically.

“Risi,” she replied, giving Tala another too-fleeting kiss.

Risi moved closer to that their nipples brushed together softly. The blonde Hylian had an impressive set of tits. Her hand came around and sank lower to caress the lips of Tala's pussy. Tala melted into her touch and playfully tugged at the Hylian's pink buds.

Tala suddenly shoved Risi back, remembering that the woman was a servant of the Druthulidi—albeit a beautiful one. “No, you can’t sway me. I will never call Ekracthul ‘master’. I'll die before I do.”

Risi stared at her for a moment and sighed, looking somewhat crestfallen. “I had hoped we could be together,” was all the Hylian said. “So be it.”

Then she was gone, as if she had vanished into thin air.

Tala glanced nervously to the river, a renewed sense of hostility radiating from the things lurking beneath the current. Doing her best to ignore them, and placing a healthy distance between herself and the water, she continued.

By the time Ordon Village was in sight, she had made her decision. She would fight against Ekracthul's influence and find a way to subvert the seeds of subjugation the demon had planted in her mind.

Tala stood atop the sunlit hillock—her naked body exposed to the world—overlooking the windswept moors that the people of Ordon Village called home, watching livestock amble through green pastures and coils of smoke waft from nearby chimneys.

Yes, this was where her new life would begin.