I forgot to how to breathe but I kept running.

From time to time I'd call out for Link but nothing responded. Only my hoarse scream resonated in the narrow black tunnel. I stopped, trying to catch my breath. I leaned against the cold, moist wall.

How did he disappear? How did the lights die at the exact same time he disappeared?

I curled up in a ball. I didn't notice the stinging pain in my toes until now. Some of the skin was peeling a bit and I felt blood. I must have scraped them while I was running. I wish I had shoes instead of sandals.

The stench was gone. But the haunting image of the lifeless man was still implanted in my head. Whatever happened to that poor man, there must be others that suffered like him. Who knows when I'll be next?

A soft wind whistled, tickling my arms. I bit my lip and started walking. Each step hurt a bit but I kept going. It didn't take a while to reach the colossal storm drain. Well, it wasn't an actual storm drain, but the perfectly carved circular shape resembled that of one. I still had some space in my head to wonder if this hole was made by wind or water. There were some cracks here and there along the wall, but none of them seemed to house another tunnel like the one I was in.

I kicked some pebbles down the hole but I couldn't hear it hit the bottom. I stared into the hole that seemed never-ending. My stomach churned. The longer I stared into the hole, the more I felt like I was falling.

There was no ceiling also. But it was probably no use climbing up. Wind traced along the wall, inviting everything on its way down to its hell. It wasn't violent but it was cold and convincing.

I sighed.

This wasn't my first time falling. I practiced flying all the time seeking the highest spots and freefalling from them. But I've never practiced in a cave with a never-ending hole. I checked everything I had: the bow and the piece of paper I somehow still had in my toga. I thought of throwing the paper away, but there was something about it that made me want to keep it.

I read the entry over again: "…it's impossible, some of us may not…"

I stuffed it back in my toga.

Link crossed my mind one last time. If he were to have magically disappeared somehow, I don't know where he is. But if he still was near me, he'd be just as lost as I am right now. I plucked a feather from my wing and placed it in between a crack in the wall. Hopefully he'll see this.

I spread my arms, and let gravity take me down. Cold wind ripped and tore into my skin. The temptation to curl up was maddening but I had to spread my arms open if I didn't want to tumble to the ground head first. I relaxed my wings but kept them folded. They'll be used as a parachute.

The air around me suddenly turned warm and humid. A sharp breath escaped from my lungs as they shuddered. The river below gave off a fine mist that wrapped me in a nice humid blanket. I spread my wings.

I lifted from the cushioning but it still hurt a bit when I hit the floor. I managed to only scrape my knee. The drop didn't seem too bad. Perhaps a couple stories high. As I looked up, a cold, sleek piece of metal pushed up against my neck. I froze.

"Are you a human?"

I winced at his low, dangerous tone and responded with a weak "yes." There was a beat of silence and the wielder slowly removed the blade from my neck. I turned around cautiously. Relief spread over the swordsman's face as I turned. He dressed in blue which was a little difficult to see in a dark cave.

"Oh thank goodness. I'm so sorry I did that to you. I thought you were one of them." Marth sighed.

He sheathed his sword and offered me a hand. As I gripped it, I noticed his fingertips were awfully cold.

"Th-that's okay. But what do you mean by 'them'?" I asked.

Marth opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes caught a look of suspicion. He gasped and turned back frantically. The long blue cape whipped in surprise, swaying and rippling as he stood very still. His hand was on the sword and I saw a bit of that blade that was on my neck earlier. I felt the tension also and tried to stare at whatever bothered him. But all I could see was a dim path a river lead into the darkness. Marth eventually dropped his shoulders.

"It was probably my imagination. So you haven't seen those monsters?" He asked.

"I, um, saw a dead man earlier."

"And he didn't... come back to life and attack you?"

I shook my head. Marth saw the horror in my eyes and rested a hand on my shoulder.

"It's alright. At least you're not alone."

"...I wasn't alone. I was with Link. But then he disappeared just as the lights went out and..."

"Calm down. It's okay. Let's share our stories one detail at a time."

I took a deep breath. My head did a small twist and it took me a while to talk again. I explained to Marth how I woke up, how I found the piece of paper, how I met with Link and then separated with him, and the mysterious lifeless man. Marth nodded with every detail.

"Your story is very interesting. But I'm afraid I don't know Link's whereabouts also. I was alone surrounded by the monsters when I woke up."

"That's terrifying. I'm already scared to death seeing my first dead man."

Marth smiled a little. He explained that these monsters looked like people, but where horribly grotesque and moved with no rhythm or pattern. Most of them weren't even interested in Marth. Although the ones that were interested tried to bite and claw at him, which he cut away with his sword.

"I've been walking ever since. I don't know if there are more of them around so it's probably best that we get going."
"I agree." I replied quickly.

We decided to follow down the river and see where it leads us. Better than just standing around here.

But somewhere in the back of my head, I still wondered what happened to this underground world that lead to these undead monsters lurking. I had all the time to figure it out until we all escape.

Which may be forever.

Author's Note: It sets the mood a bit better if you make the document dark.