Chapter Four
My bow was already out, an arrow notched to the string. I took out tons of the Wolfos, one by one, little by little, staying alive.
When I was about halfway through the pack, I ran out of normal arrows. I took out an ice arrow and froze one, then melting it with a fire arrow, but it was a slow attack, and one had already become dangerously close to me.
It put a generous gash just above my left hip, leaving me very wounded. I dropped my bow and a Wolfo tore it to pieces. My legs gave out and I fell to my knees. I was sure I was done for, but I suddenly remembered that I had my ocarina with me. I pulled it from my pocket and scanned my memory for a magic song that I might find useful. I didn't have enough time to play the song of healing. The Wolfos would have killed me by then. I needed to think of something that would get me out of there. Fast.
I began to wish I'd never tried to take a day off, and that's when the idea hit me. I put my purple ocarina to my lips and began to play the song. It was the Song of Time; the sound of time itself. When it ended, I put the ocarina back in my pocket and fell to the ground on my back. The world around me began to go white, but one of the Wolfos decided to pounce at that same instant. I felt its razor sharp claws dig into my shoulders and tear down my torso, and I didn't think I was going to survive the time travel. I didn't.
I saw the bloody paw of the Wolfo rise over my head, preparing for a final strike, and the claws came down onto my face. I was surrounded by blackness instantly. I could tell that I was moving toward some sort of glimmering yellow light, then I was suddenly overcome by another light; a white light. I was being taken back in time. I was going to live again.