He looked over to his left and took in the view. At first, this was a shocking moment, touching down on the surface for the first time. He was surprised to find an actual person living down here. Although she was old, she understood his language and he understood her. She directed him to a door that was to her left. He was unnerved that she knew about his mission, simply because he thought that only the goddess Hylia told him. Maybe she was important to his quest as well. Regardless, he needed to move forward; time was precious. He looked around. Birds were chirping, The wind was blowing and he closed his eyes, smiling at the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. He always enjoyed the sound of nature, but due to Skyloft's smaller size, alone time for him was very limited. Not that he minded.

As he was walking forward, he noticed a strange hue of red in the distance, and it was moving towards him. Cautiously, he grasped the handle of his strange, newly acquired sword and pulled it out of his scabbard. He shifted his hand that was grasping his shield and he started to walk towards the red colour. As he got closer, he noticed that it was alive, and it was holding a machete-like weapon in its right hand. He took that into account as he approached. The thing quickly noticed him and started flailing its weapon about while making a hideous shriek. The hero put up his shield and looked into the beast's eyes. They were filled with malice. The beast quickly brought his blade down on the hero, but he was quicker. He brought up his wooden shield in the direction where the blade was rapidly descending upon him. The blade hit his shield just in time, releasing a loud thunk, sending wood chips in many directions. The force of the impact wasn't as strong as he thought, but the vibration that shot up his arm momentarily stunned him. Quickly recovering, he looked over at the beast and noticed it had been stunned by the impact of the shield. He took advantage of his time and thrust his sword into the beast. Noticing it hadn't died just yet. He brought his blade across his chest, and swung horizontally at the red fiend, and it slashed across it's chest. The blood flew in the direction of his swing while the beast flew backward into the grass. It let out one last groan of pain is it poofed away from existence. Wiping the sweat off his brow, he continued forward. Not knowing if there were any more of those beasts around, he decided it was best for him to keep his blade out. A gentle breeze blew through his sandy-blonde hair. It felt rather good, as the fight heated him up. He decided to relax for a little bit. He took off his sword and shield and placed it against the trunk of a rather large tree. He sat down next to it and scanned his body. Luckily, he had not been injured, but he sure was winded. He put his head back against the tree and closed his eyes for a little bit. Some time passed, and he heard a strange sound emanate from the direction of his blade. He opened his eyes and quickly reached for the sword, but he stopped as he realized it was just his grey companion releasing herself from it's...home? As he looked around, he noticed the sky had a orange tint to it. The sun was setting and the woods were calming down. "Master?" He heard to his left. Somewhat startled, he looked over at his floating friend. "Yeah? What's up?" he replied. "Master, it is getting late. Monsters will be more active. I suggest we set up camp soon." Her almost monotone voice soothed him in a way as he understood her words. He looked over at her again and took in her form. He looked at her dress. Beautiful, and yet hiding secrets at the same time. What was the purpose of the jewel? He thought. He looked down at her legs and questioned the point of her heels if she never really touched the ground. He looked away, thinking it would be rude if she noticed him staring. Could he even call her his friend? They just met, but he didn't really mind her calling him master, but he would prefer if she called him by his real name. Link. She withdrew back into the sword just as he was going to ask her to call him by his name, but something stopped him from asking earlier. Shaking it off as just bad timing, he struck a rock against the stone he had and lighted the bundle of sticks in front of him. He leaned back against the tree, taking in the warmth of the fire. The sun had just about set and the sky was a darker, purple colour. He closed his eyes and thought about his strange companion. Fi, the name Hylia had given her. Is she even capable of emotion? He wondered. Today was a little rough for him, for he had no real practice killing actual monsters. He realized he needed to toughen up if he was to finish his quest, because it's only going to get harder from here on out. He drifted off into sleep as the sun vanished from the horizon.