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When they first started waking up, the first thing they sensed was the feeling of pain. Though they couldn’t tell what kind of pain. Mental? Emotional? Or maybe it was all just physical, and they were looking far too deeply into it. Alas, they didn’t have much time to think about it; their thoughts were halted as they started seeing an extremely bright light. It hurt to stare at it, but there was nowhere else to look, so they were forced to look at the blinding light that they saw. The light died down after an unknown amount of time.
Then they saw black and blue, swirling together in a dance only they knew. It stayed like that for a few moments before it became more defined. It wasn’t until…until? They didn’t know how long they had lain there, lying down in some type of liquid, feeling sore, the pain had died down a lot since they started feeling and seeing things. Now they just lie there staring at a blue wall (it’s not a wall, it’s the ceiling, but they don’t know that their vocabulary just isn’t large yet). It took them a while to figure out they could move. When they did, they tried getting up. With how sore and weak they felt, it was a massive struggle, and they had to lean on the weird tube thing to stay standing. Even with this struggle, they managed to prevail, and when they did succeed, they spent a considerable amount of time walking, jumping, crouching, anything that involved moving, really. Once they felt that they had the hang of it, they explored the small room that they were in.
It was a rather small room, but it was still fun to explore. They found some really cool things through. The rocks were really round! So fascinating! Some rocks were a little rough in some areas, but still, still! It was all so fascinating! How’d the rock know to be round like the others? Just like everyone else? Not standing out too much? How’d it know what everyone expected it to be and do what’s expected of them when they weren’t specifically told what to do? How did it know what was considered normal and what wasn’t? They didn’t know where these thoughts came from, they didn’t like them though, the thoughts were felt weirdly pointed at them and personal, as if the thoughts were making fun of them, criticizing them. That didn’t make any sense. Why would their mind thoughts make fun of them and make them feel sad? Maybe they did something bad? Maybe they’re a horrible per-
“Link.”
What in Din’s left tit was that? (Don’t worry about how they knew that swear, it was muscle memory trust)
“Link.”
Oh…A voice of some kind, they wonder where it came from. They haven’t had anyone around to claim the voice.
“Link, pick up the sheikah slate. You’ll need it for your coming adventures.”
This voice sounds nice, light, and gentle-
Wait, what did it say, something about a ‘slate’?
“Link?”
The voice sounded confused as no one picked up the so-called ‘slate’ of some kind.
“Link? Link, you haven’t time to waste, my powers are dwelling, the seal holding Calamity Ganon will surely break soon with it and destruction will wake in its coming, causing great tragedy over what’s left of the kingdom once again.”
The voice sounded solemn, guilty, as if it had caused great misfortune upon the land it speaks of. They didn’t know what to make of it, but they didn’t want to cause any emotional distress, so they picked the slate afterwards, the giant wall (door) moved out of the way, revealing another small room that was ever so slightly bigger than the last to explore. How wonderful! A new place to explore! How nice of the wall (door) to move for them!
“Thank you.”
They-no Link, jumped hearing the voice rise once again, sounding much more relieved than before, although it still sounded uneasy.
It’s our fault it feels unsafe.
We weren’t able to give it peace of mind.
What kind of pathetic, pity project fails two times?
We failed again. What a failure of a hero.
Link…didn’t know where that came from. They didn’t know where the thoughts were coming from, nor did they really want to find out. Instead, they stepped into the next from where 2 chests and some boxes stayed. Link tried breaking the boxes to no avail.
Proving we’re a failure all over again, are we?
What kind of hero doesn’t know how to simply break a box?
Or worse, just not strong enough to break the box in the first place.
Link stopped messing with the boxes and opened the chest. The chest contained clothes inside, though the clothes themselves looked like a potato sack. But it was better than being completely naked. Which Link hadn’t noticed that they even were basically naked, so the potato sack disguised as clothing will have to do. After fighting with cloth to get the potato sa-clothes that they were ever so grateful for, the voice spoke once more.
“Link, put the slate up to the pedestal. That will show you the way.”
Link didn’t know what in Farore right tit a pedestal was, but the room was only filled with rocks, boxes, the two chests, and a weirdly placed cylinder coming up from the ground, so it wasn’t that hard to figure it out. Upon doing what they were told, another wall (door) opened. This time was different, though. There was a swirl of colors, wind dancing and twirling through the air to a song only it hears. It was beautiful. And also burned their eyes as well as temporarily blinded them. The bright colors were unlike anything they’ve seen before. But if they’ve never seen it before, then why do they feel like they were meeting with an old friend?