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This should feel familiar to me, all this drumming rain bouncing all around me, I’ve had to traverse many a mountain on my journey, the cool chill of the substance hitting my knuckles with an uninviting spit, progressing into typical rainfall, then pounding down relentlessly, as if it were hunting game and I were it’s prey, falling as my fingertips gripped for dear life on an unstable cliff edge. At least this rain isn’t so bad, having more the demeanour of someone you don’t care for much than a mortal enemy, it was tolerable at least, it was life, full of many inconveniences.
Even the hood on my head can’t shield the chill of the night that the rain added to, my cheeks growing a flaming rose colour by the second as the harsh air blows conveniently into my face, the gusts making my hood slip off, much to my annoyance as I puff out a sigh, tapping my fingers on my knees, I do try to drift off into a slumber, yet it seems impossible to even blink, my mind was already a palace of wonder before this, but now this weird maze? How in Hylia’s name did I get here with this other fellow, who somehow has the same name as me? He seems genuine anyway, he seems to be looking after me, and denied that he’s a Yiga, but I can’t be brought into a false sense of security, I can’t reveal anything about myself, and I have to stay awake, I’ve no clue who could be around the corner, I heard some wolf howl not long ago when the moon was shining. I can’t even look at the moon the same anymore, not after…
I hear a patter on the top of the wood, yet it’s only a bird, cooing it’s little song and tapping lightly in a dance until it flutters away into the night, so seemingly unaware of what’s on my mind, but perhaps it understands better than any of us, who knows how many people or monsters could be in this damned maze…
My stomach starts to rumble uncontrollably, oh how I wish I could have a nice warm, hearty meal in a cosy house now, rather than be in a dingy maze with rather unappealing scraps to feed myself with, but it is better than nothing at all, as I delve into my pouch to feast on an apple as quietly as possible so to not wake my acquaintance, as lest the rain isn’t falling into our little space, interrupting my meal and his deep sleep, it seems as if lightning could strike just next to us and he’d not even squirm, never mind waking up, though impractical in a survival situation, I’d rather like to sleep as he does, yet it seems we’re polar opposites, he seems to take it easy and let it happen, a very ‘c’est la vie’ approach, but I always have to be ready and prepared, no matter how insignificant it seems, I would like a break from that attitude I thrust upon myself such a long time ago, it virtually cost me my life after all.
I see something akin to a beam of light passing over the wall, not able to get a glimpse of it, it looks as if it were some kind of fairy, perhaps it’ll show us the way? No, Link, don’t trust anyone, even an innocent little fairy, it could lead you to danger, you’re better than that. There’s the need to be ready again, I just can’t help it, it’s almost like it were lined up for me since birth, that I had to be so ready and destined to protect those I loved or came into my path, I wonder if this other Link fellow had something similar, no, surely not, not with his conduct, I think to myself with a chuckle.
I sigh, turning into a yawn, and as much as my innate need to stay awake keeps badgering my mind, I may just have a few minutes, after all, the rain is a rather nice noise to sleep to, perhaps this drizzle isn’t so bad.