"There's an old saying", said the old man, "a boy will rush in with no
sense in him at all. He will bite, scratch, and otherwise commit himself to
more foolish deeds than he should. And if you ask him if it's for a girl,
he will say it is, puffing his chest at you, perhaps even playing with the
hilt of a knife. And you can say, boy, where is this girl? I do not see
her. He will stop playing with his knife, his chest will collapse, and you
can tell in his eyes that he still sees her. That's how you can he's still
a boy. A man will stab you."
The children around him stared, mouths wide open, ready for the hook that wasn't coming. Failing to hear anything interesting, they found reasons to play tag. The old man sighed and watched his grandchildren play in the field. A horse whinnied off in the distance. His ears turned his eyes to a nearby forest, where a boy was sleeping, just beyond sight.
And now. Head In Hand..
Grass itches. Sleeping in it, rolling down it, sitting in it.it was botany gone awry often, early, and in this case, in Link's eye.
Unsheathe your sword, heart racing, and look in the direction your horse's head was pointed. Now, after a few seconds of checking each direction, get up slowly. Find a tree, and relieve yourself. Keep your eyes steady, checking the direction. Finally, scratch your irritated eye.
Every noise was a skull kid. Every rumble was a moon getting uncomfortably close. Forest spirits gather, and in no time you're a walking oak bagpipe.
This routine was Link's morning start. It made them interesting enough.
~Some of the nice things about setting off on a quest to the unknown is that you'll see interesting things. You'll meet interesting people. The sun will put color in your face and the rain will clean the stink off your green tunic.
Some of the bad things about setting off on a quest to the unknown is that you'll see a lot of boring things. You'll meet people that want to kill you. The sun is hot, and the rain, while very refreshing, cannot help the fact that your tunic isn't green anymore.
Link's morning routine of blind, spar-ready paranoia helped to quash any discernible misery that might have otherwise crept up. The relief that followed left him energized and ready to take on another day.
Link and Epona made a run towards a clearing. Running as fast as he could, Link finally jumped on as the light of forest's exit surrounded them. The clearing was the end of the forest, an old hunter's path to what appeared to be the edge of the world. Snowcapped mountains and a decent vertical ascent down the countryside and towards them at speeds that only younger hooves could take. The sheer thrill, what's at the bottom?
Further and further down the hill Epona went. She disliked forests, while Link preferred them. His tunic itching, Link threw it off, screaming at the wind, at the edge of the world, completely insane. Quite a sight, naked fairy boys charging down the hillside, screaming at mountains.
A creek neared and Link's thirst dawned upon him. Two other great things about taking on great explorations by yourself: tunics can be optional, and the world is your buffet. The bad part is, you didn't pack a big enough lunch.
The two settled near a large bank. and Link dunked his head in. Drinking it in, he heard a garbled scream.
Lack of tunic notwithstanding, Link was in a battle stance. He heard something. He didn't like it. Rustlings, from down the hill further. Muffled.
Sword drawn, he charged head on. A large man, bearded and was holding a young girl in light blue gown under an apple tree. She kicked him square in the stomach and received worse to the face. Holding her against the tree, he caught a glimpse of a naked boy charging on horseback, holding a sword high and slightly askew that, while not directly asking for your head, certainly implied such.
Sweat had made the man appear like a suckling pig with loose trousers. He threw a small blue incendiary device Link knew well from a distance. Turning to avoid the explosion, dirt undercut the ground, throwing horse and rider on their side. The man had grabbed the girl, and had made a run. In the mix of settling dirt and grime, Link caught a glimpse of the girl's face. Fearful, clutching tightly, being led off.
An unusually dark afternoon flashed into Links mind. Another girl flashed before him. Something had boiled over. His sword glinted in the daylight, an amazing flash of lightning flew forth and sent the man and the girl in opposite directions.
Link drew himself up. He wasn't sure what had happened, but figured it was better to put forth an air that everything was going exactly as one had planned it. Pointing the tip directly at the man seemed appropriate.
The preening to the situation wasn't entirely necessary. The man writhed in convulsions and pain, smoke rising from his clothes.
The girl had taken the opportunity to run, upwards towards a crater, and onto a startled Epona. Holding her mane tightly, she whispered something, and Epona went for the mountains.
Link's confusion had developed into a mountain itself. His first instinct was to get to his horse.
Holding his chest, the man held himself up to see a naked Hylian who had done something very close to killing him running in a completely different direction. Contrary to popular beliefs, he had found grass most comfortable.
The children around him stared, mouths wide open, ready for the hook that wasn't coming. Failing to hear anything interesting, they found reasons to play tag. The old man sighed and watched his grandchildren play in the field. A horse whinnied off in the distance. His ears turned his eyes to a nearby forest, where a boy was sleeping, just beyond sight.
And now. Head In Hand..
Grass itches. Sleeping in it, rolling down it, sitting in it.it was botany gone awry often, early, and in this case, in Link's eye.
Unsheathe your sword, heart racing, and look in the direction your horse's head was pointed. Now, after a few seconds of checking each direction, get up slowly. Find a tree, and relieve yourself. Keep your eyes steady, checking the direction. Finally, scratch your irritated eye.
Every noise was a skull kid. Every rumble was a moon getting uncomfortably close. Forest spirits gather, and in no time you're a walking oak bagpipe.
This routine was Link's morning start. It made them interesting enough.
~Some of the nice things about setting off on a quest to the unknown is that you'll see interesting things. You'll meet interesting people. The sun will put color in your face and the rain will clean the stink off your green tunic.
Some of the bad things about setting off on a quest to the unknown is that you'll see a lot of boring things. You'll meet people that want to kill you. The sun is hot, and the rain, while very refreshing, cannot help the fact that your tunic isn't green anymore.
Link's morning routine of blind, spar-ready paranoia helped to quash any discernible misery that might have otherwise crept up. The relief that followed left him energized and ready to take on another day.
Link and Epona made a run towards a clearing. Running as fast as he could, Link finally jumped on as the light of forest's exit surrounded them. The clearing was the end of the forest, an old hunter's path to what appeared to be the edge of the world. Snowcapped mountains and a decent vertical ascent down the countryside and towards them at speeds that only younger hooves could take. The sheer thrill, what's at the bottom?
Further and further down the hill Epona went. She disliked forests, while Link preferred them. His tunic itching, Link threw it off, screaming at the wind, at the edge of the world, completely insane. Quite a sight, naked fairy boys charging down the hillside, screaming at mountains.
A creek neared and Link's thirst dawned upon him. Two other great things about taking on great explorations by yourself: tunics can be optional, and the world is your buffet. The bad part is, you didn't pack a big enough lunch.
The two settled near a large bank. and Link dunked his head in. Drinking it in, he heard a garbled scream.
Lack of tunic notwithstanding, Link was in a battle stance. He heard something. He didn't like it. Rustlings, from down the hill further. Muffled.
Sword drawn, he charged head on. A large man, bearded and was holding a young girl in light blue gown under an apple tree. She kicked him square in the stomach and received worse to the face. Holding her against the tree, he caught a glimpse of a naked boy charging on horseback, holding a sword high and slightly askew that, while not directly asking for your head, certainly implied such.
Sweat had made the man appear like a suckling pig with loose trousers. He threw a small blue incendiary device Link knew well from a distance. Turning to avoid the explosion, dirt undercut the ground, throwing horse and rider on their side. The man had grabbed the girl, and had made a run. In the mix of settling dirt and grime, Link caught a glimpse of the girl's face. Fearful, clutching tightly, being led off.
An unusually dark afternoon flashed into Links mind. Another girl flashed before him. Something had boiled over. His sword glinted in the daylight, an amazing flash of lightning flew forth and sent the man and the girl in opposite directions.
Link drew himself up. He wasn't sure what had happened, but figured it was better to put forth an air that everything was going exactly as one had planned it. Pointing the tip directly at the man seemed appropriate.
The preening to the situation wasn't entirely necessary. The man writhed in convulsions and pain, smoke rising from his clothes.
The girl had taken the opportunity to run, upwards towards a crater, and onto a startled Epona. Holding her mane tightly, she whispered something, and Epona went for the mountains.
Link's confusion had developed into a mountain itself. His first instinct was to get to his horse.
Holding his chest, the man held himself up to see a naked Hylian who had done something very close to killing him running in a completely different direction. Contrary to popular beliefs, he had found grass most comfortable.