It was a sea of inky darkness; one that was tangible and untouchable at the same time. It was impossible to see, to touch, to hear, to hope. It was like a world where sight was lost, where change was swallowed by fear, and night made the light succumb to its dark seductive powers.
"Dad? Link? Hello?" Ilia called out through the darkness, her voice shaking with uncontrolled nervousness. A shuddering hand reached out and tried to feel for something, whether it be a warm comforting hand or a firm wall to guide her out of the darkness. She found nothing in the darkness, no object to grasp or hold on to or person to cling to.
"Is anyone out there? Anyone?" She hopelessly whispered, her own feeble voice echoing mockingly back at her. She looked around again, trying to find a sign in the blackness. Suddenly, a cold feeling rushed down her spine, setting her nerves to a startled pulse. She heard something, barely, like movement.
"Ha, ha. Joke's over, guys. This isn't funny" She said, turning around in hopes of finding out that it was a joke led by the village children. The children always liked playing tricks on her. She was met with the same unending gloomy darkness. A cold knot of terror settled in her stomach, gnawing at her insides. There was something there, something she had a bad feeling she didn't want to meet.
"Whoever you are, show yourself." She tried to say with confidence; her voice trembled with terror and was high. Then, she heard a laugh. It was like Link's laugh, but without the normal mirth and warmness always present. It was the laugh that a hunter would use under his breath as he aimed for an easy foe, and it came from behind her. She spun around, her pitch-black surroundings the same as before.
"Stay away from me," She stuttered in fright, taking slow steps away from whatever was lurking in the darkness. She tried to look around in fear, the darkness betrayed nothing. Then, she bumped into someone. She froze, too terrified to make a single sound. Something sharp was pressed to her stomach, piercing through the cloth and its sharp tip pressed into her skin. She heard the laugh again, right beside her ear, and the blade suddenly jerked into her stomach.
Ilia woke up with a sudden burst of terror, looking around for her the attacker from her dream. Once she finally realized she had merely dreamt of the attack, she pulled her knees to her chin and locked her arms around them. She shuddered, trying hard to forget the nightmare. The nightmare ignored her desperate attempts of forgetting and erupted to the fore of her thoughts in vivid detail, she buried her head in hopes of ridding herself of the nightmare. She had been warned by the Kakariko priest that because of her amnesia, she would have nightmares. The priest had been right, she had horrific nightmares. But, those had past on two weeks ago, the memory of being shot and the terror of being separated from all she cared for and loved. This was different, the nightmare was different.
"No, I won't let that horrible dream bother me," She said to herself, trying to calm down her frightened heart and tingling nerves. When she calmed down enough, she lay back down on her bed and pulled the blanket up from its crumpled position on the floor. She stared up at the wooden ceiling above her before she took another calming breath and closed her eyes.
"It was just a dream, just a dream. That's all that it is and all it will ever be, just a horrible dream," She whispered to herself before curling up into a tight ball underneath the covers. The warmth of the blanket lulled her to a dreamless calm slumber.
Up on the cliff, with a clear view of Ordon Village, a single black shape peered down at the small village in distaste.
"The 'Hero of Twilight' lives here? What a disappointment, I was almost expecting something more grand," He drawled irritatedly, leaping from the cliff to land on the ground beneath. He calmly walked down the beaten dirt path, following it right to the center of the small town. He stood at the base of a small bridge that spanned over a small creek, knowing full well that the foolish inhabitants of the small village were fast asleep in their houses and wouldn't notice him. He took one long look around, smirking at the villagers for not setting up any means of protection other then a couple of gates. Gates could stop some potential attacks, attacks from enemies such as rabid animals and bandits and their like. However, having wooden gates as the only form of protection was asking for trouble to come storming in to take advantage of their ignorance.
"Such a puny pathetic village, I suppose it wouldn't be such a problem to erase it along with Link," He growled before melting away into the shadows, leaving no trace that he had ever been there.