Heartbeats. Flashing lights. A cry was heard out in the wild at three in the morning. Heartbeats.
"We should go." Came a whisper in the forest. Two figures emerged from the bushes.
"It's too late." A teenage boy in a green smock with a sword in his hands explained. A girl with dirty stained blonde hair and a purple ripped dress crouched behind him. Her cheeks were a faint crimson color, num from the cold. "We can't go back." The boy repeated.
"Link," The girl said faintly. "We have to, a bombing is going on. We can't stay here." Tears flowed down her cheeks. "Please. I-I can't even fight!"
"You must have some fighting ability from your father." Zelda looked at the moon, gazing down upon her. It looked happy. Not happy, but content, like none of this bombing mattered. Like everything in the world would be okay.
"No. I have not gained anything from him. When he left," Zelda choked. "He took everything with him." Link realized that he had brought up a touchy subject so he tried to change it.
"Great weather we're having isn't it."
"We're in the middle of a world crisis, and your asking about the weather."
"What I mean is-when you're out in the wilderness running away from a bomb, it helps if the weather is good." He smiled at her clever answer. Zelda hit him in the head with a stick she found on the ground. Apparently she did not find it clever. A loud boom came from the forest floor. Zelda's ear drum shook.
"I'm going to die from loss of hearing out here!" She complained. Link shushed her.
"The primids. They're close. I just know it." He poked a stick in the bushes. "They're over here." He whispered as he walked towards the noise.
"Link, running to the primids is the worst plan to stay away from the primids."
"Right," Link nodded, a little embarrassed. Zelda looked back up at the moon. Darkness filled up the star filled sky. A cloud of dust was eating up the moon, the stars, everything! Another boom was heard. This time it was the loudest of all. Then, total darkness-
Twilight.