Link wished for this to be a normal night, just sleeping under a few twigs and leafs, nothing bad right? Wrong. Everything that could go wrong tonight went wrong. He had just landed on the ground below the sea of clouds, and he was still getting used to the clouds being above him. Right now, he just wanted some sleep to get ready to go into the weird dungeon place to find Zelda. Obviously Fi urged him to go in, saying he had more than a 100% chance of living and making it to Zelda if he went in now.
Saying that he thought those odds were fake would be an understatement.
He really just thought she was lying, and that she just wanted to push him farther than what his limits would take him. He knew where his limits were at, and he didn't need some weird goddess underling robot thingy to tell him otherwise. Unfortunately for Link, along with Fi egging him on to go forward, some bokoblins had to interrupt his sleep as well.
Link unsheathed his sword, and sent his sword through his enemies, killing each of them with one strike. For once, Link felt at peace when he got rid of those bokoblins, which kept Fi quiet. He sheathed his sword and laid back down at his previous position. His eyes slipped closed, and he heard Fi trying to convince him, as she didn't know that Link had been long gone in la la land.
"Link? Are you awake? I detect an 80% chance that you are asleep, since you've stopped yelling at me to be quiet." Fi said in her monotone and robotic voice.
"Link, I detect a 50% chance that you will not get to Zelda in time if you sleep." Her words melted together.
"Link… Detect… 90%... That you will… Zelda if… Do not… eep." Link snickered at the mixed words at the end. He knew what she meant, but he didn't believe her. He would find Zelda in the morning, he thought as he fell into a deep sleep.
If only Link knew that those odds were truer that what he imagined.
He didn't know who to be angry at when he walked through the door that he thought led to Zelda, after he had beaten Ghirahim. He didn't know who to be angry at. The only person he could think of… Was himself.