Chapter 1-Nightmare
Link stood alone in the Faron woods, feeling lonely and sad. The bits of sky that he could see through the intersecting tree branches was dark, spare for little stars, staring down coldly from above. Link rubbed his arms, attempting to warm himself. The night was cold, a rare occasion in the Faron region. Normal nights where warm, filled with the chirping of crickets and the chatter of squirrels. Tonight, it was silent.
Link stood warming himself, staring at the sky. He was alone, as he always was. Even now, after returning to his home in the Faron woods near Ordon village, he had become an outsider. The townspeople had become weary of him, frightened even, when they had heard of the great deeds that Link had done. In their minds, he had gone from the friendly young man they had known since he was a child to a strange warrior, a man beyond what they knew.
Not that Link blamed them much. He might have been scared of himself too. He knew he possessed skills and knowledge that others would have never had acquired. After all the things he had seen-the gruesome torture, the endless wars-he could tell that he had hardened. He was not as carefree as he once was. Each step he took with care, in case there was some sort of trap before him. Each word he said was guarded, so that he would not give away too much information concerning his past. He felt old...so old. Like he had seen enough in his eighteen years to last him a lifetime. I could die now, Link thought wearily. Knowing that what I have done is more than the greatest veterans of Hyrule Castle.
Suddenly, Link heard a rustle behind him, and footsteps. He spun around to see the townspeople walking towards him, carrying laterns and torches, armed with makeshift clubs and pitchforks. They advanced towards him, shouting loudly, saying harsh things, cursing him in foul languege. A large mob, made up of the people he had known and helped when he could, turning against him, out for blood. Link's hand went instinctively to the hilt of his sword. I could them, he thought.I could kill them all easily. But instead, he just stood therem awaiting his fate. He was tired, too tired to care anymore. He had done what he could, and done it well. He had done what most hadn't, and probably never would do. It was his time to go. His story was coming to an end, the book closing, the last chapter being written. There was nothing left to write, nothing left to say. Link closed his eyes, awaiting his death,