Long ago I was turned into a skull kid – but that doesn't bother me now. Now, I am glad that I am a skull kid and not a stalfos. As a skull kid, I can still be a person – I can still have individuality. As a stalfos, I'd be just another monster. Many still believe I am a monster.
I remember the day I turned into a skull kid. I sat and sat day after day watching the Kokiri kids walk in and out of the forest as if it were nothing. All I had ever heard about from the forest were horror stories – kids getting lost, kids not returning. People dying. But there they were, walking in and out like it never even bothered them. I needed to see it for myself.
I got up and walked into the woods, grinning at how easy it was going to be.
It wasn't.
Only feet inside the foods, fear overwhelmed by body. My lips became dry as I felt my heart race and beat harder and harder against my chest. Shaking my head, I turned and ran from where entered the woods.
I didn't leave the woods. I was only met with more.
I ran. Ran as fast as I could in every direction that was physically possible but still there seemed to be no exit. Feeling the stitch in my side from running too long, I dropped to my knees and felt tears drip down my face. As the tear dripped from my chin, I burst into tears.
Shaking, I whipped my tears away with the back of my hand before curling them into a fist and putting them on my knees, screaming into the sky for help. No one came. No one was going to come. Light headed and stomach weak from hunger, I fell to the ground. The world around me went blank.
I opened my eyes – I don't know how much later – and felt refreshed. I wasn't tired. I wasn't hunger. I wasn't weak. I was me. Smiling, I stood and looked around. I knew my way around the woods. I knew where I came from was just over there, but how?
Confused, I kept walking away from where I entered, intrigued to explore more of the woods. Mesmerized by the trees, I didn't notice the tree root sticking from the ground and I tripped, hitting the ground hard. Wincing, I pushed up. That's when I noticed my hands.
They were covered in these weird … straw-like … gloves that I hadn't had before. I looked down at myself. My clothes were changed. On my chest was a red jumper with a straw collar. Feeling my legs itch, I kicked my legs out – more straw. Scared, I searched for water.
Slowly walking to a small stream, I glanced in and jumped back in shock, falling to the ground. Breathing heavy and supporting myself with the palms of my hands, I spun around and crawled to the stream. With my mouth dropped, I stared. Not believing it, I brought my hands to my face. It was as if I were a … scare crow.
No, not a scare crow.
I heard the stories. I heard the legends. Now I was living them. I was a skull kid.
I couldn't return to my home, not like this. I didn't belong there anymore. Not sure how I was going to take this all, I got up and walked away, searching for any other sign of life. The further I walked, the clearer moving trees became.
How would trees walk? They had to be trees, there is no man that big. Then again, there was no trees that color. I had to find out what they were. I stared so long, my eyes burned, but I still walked towards the moving trees.
The closer I got, the higher I looked up and the sooner I realized that they were not trees. They looked like deku nuts sitting on top of large sticks, but the back of them was full of what appeared to be gray hair. The largest creature I ever seen before was a Goron, but these were much bigger.
Feet away from them, I felt like a pebble. They towered over everything around them and their feet was longer than I was tall. Amazed, I stared at them, unable to take my eyes away. I snapped into reality when I saw their bodies move and bend down to me.
There were four of them and they asked me if I needed a friend. I never really had a friend before so I shook my head yes. Giants, they called their selves, and there were four of them. They were the four giants.