I have never been good for riding horses. I think those beasts are scary and difficult to handle. But the day it all began, the horse I had stolen quickly became my best friend. That day, I was begging that horse to run away from those monsters. I was begging it to run faster.
They were coming. They were getting closer. They were angry. They were killers. Killers ready to beat me to death. Killers betrayed by my cowardice. I was a coward. I was a real coward. I did not want to stay with them. I wanted to be free. I wanted to lead my own life!
But then, I felt pain on my ribs. An arrow, of course! I fell off the horse and it kept running without me. At least one of us had made it! I had fallen on my ankle and it was terribly painful. But who cared? I was going to die. I took my sword out, hoping it could make me live some more minutes. I prayed. Who? I didn't even know. Godnesses. Din. Farore. I tried to remember the name of the other one… But hey! I really couldn't care anymore. They were here.
Black out. Then, light.
I was bleeding...
I walked. It hurt.
I remembered the name of Nayru! I cried.
I saw people. Angels? Could they remove my pain? I tried to speak. I tried to yell! I tried to tell them that I needed help! I opened my mouth and I said: "Hel.."
Black out