Clearing the mud from his sword Colin could begin to see his reflection in the pale light seeping through the trees. As the familiar blobs of light danced around his head he wondered just how many spirits were lost in these woods, and what his chances of finding him may be.
When he first arrived at the Kokiri forest, he was awestruck by them. He stood on the bridge for a good while just staring into the trees and watching the light zoom around. By this point though, they had become a nuisance. He had been wandering the forest for three days and he had run out of food. Colin hated to be hungry. It always put him in a foul mood.
While boiling some mushrooms and herbs at his campfire, he decided to give the book one last look before the sun went down completely. The old leather bound book contained a strange dialect of Hylian which Colin spent the past year studying for the sole purpose of understanding this book. Although the language was a bit unclear, he was convinced the place it spoke of was here.
It is said that the Hero Of Time wandered off into these woods centuries ago and was never seen again. Colin had been fantasizing about the moment he would find him. He had gone over and over in his head how to explain himself without seeming like a crazed fanatic. I just need to tell him I was a friend of Link of Ordon. That I came to inquire whether or not he was aware of... his passing.
That part was still a bit rough. Every time he mentioned his old friend's name a lump rose in his throat and he felt as though his blood was drained from his body. The only hope he had left was the ancient rumor that his predecessor's spirit still existed in this world. If that were true, he may already know of Link's passing. He would exist as a stalfos trapped between this life and the next.
Colin felt a chill tickle his spine at the thought of it. The smell of the herbs was making him nauseous. I had better drink this goo up before it solidifies. All this information will do me no good if I become a stalfos myself.
The next morning Colin had his blanket covering his face to shield his eyes from the pesky little lights. He heard a wolfos in the distance and decided it was time to get up. With nothing but some chewy mushrooms and foul smelling herbs in his stomach, he was not in the mood to begin the mundane task of following the detailed map he had made to find his way back. Moreover, he was especially not in the mood to fight anymore mindless wolfos who would make him their breakfast.
I almost wish one would come at me though. I wonder what wolfos would taste like...
As he packed up his belongings he saw one dart out from behind a tree. It was not a normal wolfos though. Its fur was a shining gold and it was missing an eye. After a quick delayed reaction his heart nearly jumped from his chest and he dropped everything. He came barreling through the trees until the animal's tail could be seen again. At this he doubled his speed.
It appeared as though the forest thinned out a bit ahead. As he got closer it became clear the the trees ceased to block his path entirely a bit farther up. He was anxious to see what was in the clearing. As he was imagining what it might be it became painfully obvious that it was not a clearing, but a sheer cliff, atop from which the misty canopy could be seen far below, stretching for miles.
As his body floundered in the air, his left hand was able to grasp a tree branch and pull his body back. He landed on his bottom and cursed loudly. Not only had be lost track of the wolfos, but he left all of his belongings at the camp, which he now could not find his way back to. He was utterly lost in the lost woods.