~Hi! This is part two of two, but can be read separately if so desired. This counts for every chapter henceforth: I do not own LoZ. Please enjoy and remeber to review!~

Our small boat begins to scrape against some rocks and gets stuck between two. Land is only, at most 10 feet away, so Tingle and I abandon ship. That is, after Tingle has a tear-filled goodbye with his luggage, which is too heavy and numerous to bring to shore.

By now, the blob that was hiding behind the veil of horizon is definitely an island, and from the looks of it, a forested one. I begin to swim to shore.

"Link! Wait!" I turn around and see Tingle flopping around in the water like a dying mothula. "I can't swim!"

"What am I supposed to do about it?"

"Maybe you could give me a ride?"

I swim back over to him and consider this. How in the name of Hyrule am I supposed to swim with a 200 pound man on my back? I remember the grappling hook and pull it out of my bag, tie one end around my torso and have Tingle hold on to the metal end. With a good amount of effort, I tow him to shore.

"So," Tingle says happily, "What should we do first?"

But, winding up the grappling hook, I ignore him, staring at the thick wall of trees that line the shore. I walk up and down the length of the shore trying to find an entrance, weak spot, ANYTHING, but the trees are an impenetrable fortress. Leaning against a tree, I begin to feel downcast. After everything I've been through the past two months, I feel that the goddesses deserve to give me something to do on this island.

Suddenly I hear a voice; a nurturing, loving voice.

"Use bombs, Link… place one right where you are standing and may your adventure begin."

I chuckle lightly to myself. Oh Farore, you never let me down. I examine the trees behind me and find a small crack. So, as Farore told me, I place a bomb down.

BOOM!

The trees break and fall down, leaving a nice round entrance. Before entering, I glance back at Tingle, who's making sand castles. He'll be fine on his own. Breathing in deeply, I walk in.

As I walk down a narrow path, I take in the scenery of the forest. Everything is overgrown: the trees, the shrubs, the weeds, the grass, and the flowers. The tree canopy prevents almost any light from reaching the forest floor. Each leaf sparkles strangely, like someone dumped 10 tons of glitter on the island. The soft brown soil looks almost like a dirty sponge.

With nowhere else to go, I walk through another round opening in the trees, though I do so cautiously because I see nothing but black on the other side. But instead of darkness, I'm confronted by a thick fog on the other side of the opening. I feel to my left and right. It seems I'm no longer on a narrow path. I walk forward.

A split second later, I fall to the ground, my head throbbing. Did I seriously just run into a tree? I should probably be a little more cautious, so I outstretch my arms. Blind as a keese, I keep trekking through the woods.

After what must be an hour it begins to feel like I'm never getting out.

I'm wandering.

Wandering here.

Wandering there.

Not sure where I'm going, if there's even anything here.

Then I spot a faint glow of green. Thank the goddesses! I head for it and find myself in a circular clearing, almost free of fog except for a small mist on the ground. I collapse to the ground and get some sleep.

I jolt awake at the sound of a snapping twig. I draw my bow, nock an arrow, and point it at the general area where the sound came from.

"Link!" I flinch, sending the arrow at Tingle's feet. He screams like a little girl. "Ooh, shiny!" he exclaims, wide eyed. Confused, I follow his glance and gasp.

A sword? What in the Great Sea is a sword doing out here in the middle of nowhere?

Tingle runs up to it and pokes it, promptly crumpling into a ball on the ground.

Of course. At least he's breathing, so he's not dead.

Unfortunately.

Another snapping twig echoes through the quiet. A black, cloaked figure immerges from the fog. I shot an arrow at it, but only catch its billowing black cloth around it. A dagger shines in one of the figures hands.

The figure lungs at me, and I step aside. I keep dodging while I think of a good weapon to use. My eye catches a glimpse of the sword, standing in its pedestal. After another attempt to stab me, I punch the attacker in the back and run for the sword. I pull it out and in another instant, the attacker is on top of me, pinning me to the ground. Kicking with all my might, I send them flying into a tree. Panting slightly, I walk up to the figure slumped against the tree and, still holding the sword, I slice a thin, shallow line into the exposed hand flesh, and then point the end of the blade at the throat area.

"Who are you, and where am I?" I ask.

The attacker takes some time to respond, due to either extreme pain or laziness. They lift up their head and exposes their face. An unfriendly smile stretches across their tan, freckled face and their blue eyes shine menacingly through red hair.

"I'm Mido. And you, hero," he adds with spite, "are in the Lost Woods."

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