His canter on Epona stopped to a dead halt.
Link could swear he heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head, slightly, but to no avail. The sound had stopped. Epona had started to walk again, but slowly. The hair on Link's neck stood on end.
Navi poked out of his green forest hat and, at first, didn't see anything unusual. As she moved back into the cap, something caught her eye. She lurched back, startled, but curiousity had urged her to look out again. She poked her head out of the hat a second time. A cloaked figure was moving after him, stealthily sprinting behind tree to tree without breaking a stick under his feet. It was moving unlike anything she'd ever seen before.
"Is it a Shiekah?" She thought to herself.
She had no idea...
"Link..." she whispered, under her breath. He stopped his horse again, reaching his hand behind his back. He reached for his bow, and within a split second, a black blur of a figure had tackled him and something sharp had left an indescribable pain in his left side. In a short moment, Link had fainted.
Link returned to consciousness in a dark room, dimly lit by a cackling fire and four small torches gracing the walls. The walls were of a dark, grey stone, that of Hyrule's handsom castle.
Still in a daze, he asked to himself, "Where the hell... Where the hell am I?" he paused. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his side told him that he should lye down. Me maneuvered a deep red comforter off of him and murmured, "Navi, where are you...?" His voice was quiet, yet urgent. "Navi!" he whispered again, this time more hoarsely and a bit louder.
A grunt of annoyance surged through the room. "Would you please keep it down?!" was said by a strange woman's voice. "I'm trying to read, hell-o?!" she paused for a moment, and mumbled something under her breath. "Oh, 'tis no use." she said to herself. The noise was coming from a large puffy chair positioned with its back to Link near the fireplace.
"Who are you?" Link asked, freightened. He had nothing to protect himself, for his weaponry was no where in sight.
With this, a petite woman resumed her sitting position in the chair and prestigiously stood up. She had waist length, deep brown hair that hung in loose ringlets. A somehow rigid - yet soft - face sat upon her swan like neck. Her skin was a deep tan, and her lips were a deep red. She was clothed in a a tunic, but hers definately did not resemble Link's. Hers was black, and tighter. The sleeves came down three fourths of her arm, and on her wrist was a tattoo that Link couldn't figure out.
"It is none of your concern, forest boy." she replied.
Actually, Link thought to himself, it is my concern. He didn't say this out loud for reasons he couldn't even figure out. This woman hadn't really threatened him, but at the same time Link feared her; and no matter how hard he tried to erase it from his mind, it kept nagging him. What is it about this her...
