Looking up at the sky, a blonde man sighed. Blood was streaming out of the gaping wound on his torso, the blood staining his green clothes red. Above him, the land that would become Skyloft was being carried up to the sky on the divine light of the Master Sword. The Chosen Hero of Hylia smiled to himself. His countrymen were safe, floating above the ravaged lands on the ascending island, and the Demon King was sealed away, deep beneath the earth by the power of the holy goddess.
"It seems that my journey ends here... I... will not be able to... honor... our deal..." The hero croaks out, an outstretched hand reaching for the sky. A large red bird circling above. The bird cawed as it descended to the downed knight. The Hero gave a weak smile to the bird as it landed next to him, and placed a hand to the birds beak.
"May I... see you in the next... life..?"
Blue eyes opened. The first thing that Link had noticed was the harsh sunlight glaring down on him, making his eyes wince to adjust to the bright light. The second thing was the rancid smell coming from around him, presumably from the black bags and metal cans around him.
The third was a thought. 'Where am I?' The fourth, a follow up question. 'Is this the afterlife? An,' A quick glance around with his blue eyes. 'alleyway filled with trash? That... does not seem right...'
Truly, he would have been welcomed to his goddesses grace as he died. Not as to sound hubris, but he had fought a war against a Demon King.
The Hero stood, or attempted to before falling back down onto the pile of trash. A numbing pain had come from his chest. Placing a hand there, the appendage came back red. Link winced. Seems he retained his wounds, even in death.
The blonde hylian slumped and sighed. Was he in the underworld? For everything he had done, the hero hadn't thought that he would wind up in the lower land of the dead. Perhaps that would explain the wound, for a fitting punishment for anyone would be to live with their worst pain.
Though, he hadn't expected the underworld to be this bright. The Hero raised an arm to block out the rays of the sun. Perhaps, he was still alive? The feelings his senses were sensing said he was still in the land of the living, but he has never died before so who is he to say that the dead can't feel.
Sighing again, the legendary hero let his arm slump down and closed his eyes. His eyes were heavy, and his breathing labored, both sure signs to exhaustion. Sadly, he would not let himself sleep, not yet at least. First he needed to check up on the wound.
Grunting, the Hero slowly peeled his tunic of cloth and chain mail up and off of his chest, allowing him clear view of he wound. His chest was covered in his own blood. Using a hand to carefully wipe away his lifeblood, the Hero was surprised to see a thick line of hardened red across his wound. While still there, the wound on his chest did not seem fatal. The wound had already healed, crusted over allowing the healing process to begin.
The Hero sighed in relief that he wasn't going to die again in one day. Relaxing, he slowly put his tunic back on, careful as to not aggravate the wound.
Relaxing into his spot, the hero sighed. Even through his situation was not the best, it was not the worst. His country is safely away from the Demon King, the same Demon King that is locked far away, and if he truly laid there, he could ignore the stench that surrounded him.
Today was a good day, Link decided as he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Well Isn't this fun. I've done nothing for the past, 6 months? A year? A really long time.
Not much to say. An idea popped into my head and this is what I got down in an hour on my phone. This will probably be taken down and reuploaded when I'm in a better frame of mind as to actually write this better, so think of this as a preview.
Also, I don't own Worm or LoZ. Wish I did but I'm not that creative. The only time I will say this.