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Sheik looked up at the sun for the fifth time in approximately five minutes. He wasn't making good time; it must have been at least four in the afternoon by now, and the woods were only a thin line on the horizon. He picked up the pace a bit.

[Good thing this country's so pathetically small...]

As he was running, he became aware of a faint "whoosh" sound behind him.

[What now?] Halting, he scanned the area for movement. His only company was some stunted clumps of weeds and a rather large boulder that was sitting in the field for some reason unknown to man.

"Hm. Oh well." He was just starting off anew when he heard, quite distinctly, a cackle. [...Okay, I'm creeped out now...] He wasn't creeped out for long, though. Whatever it was that had cackled then decided that it would be oodles of fun to klonk Sheik over the head with his/her/its lantern, which it promptly did.

"OW! %$#@!" Sheik rubbed his assailed noggin and finally got a look at the whatever it was. [Stupid poe...] The poe bobbed along in the air, swinging its lantern, giggling, and generally being a pest. It vanished and reappeared a few feet in front of him, seeming to say "I hit you, and what are YOU gonna do about it?"

*Sigh* [I'm sooo not in the mood for this...] Taking out the only thing close to a weapon he'd thought to bring with him, Sheik waited until the troublesome wraith swooped within arm's reach...

*KABONG!*

[Well, that was easier than I expected...Not even a scratch.] Setting his harp back in....that void thing where travelers keep their stuff...He studied the grinning flame now hovering in front of him. [Waste not...] Taking out the empty bottle left over from brunchfast, Sheik rather roughly stuffed the flame-poe-thing inside and replaced the stopper. The poe was not amused.

"How do you like THEM apples?" Sheik held the bottle up to his face. "Hmm...I think I'll call you Murry. You look like a Murry." Grinning proudly like an idiot, Sheik added the bottle o' poe to his ....void thing... and continued on his merry way.

It was just after dark when Sheik reached the edge of the woods, probably thanks to a few long sprints on Sheik's part. The first monsters were just starting to rise from the ground as Sheik stepped into the log tunnel leading inside the dense foliage. [Heh. Suckers.]

Very carefully walking over a bridge that groaned threateningly under his weight, Sheik ducked through yet another tunnel and found himself in a small, exceedingly primitive-looking village. [When Impa said there was a village I could spend the night in, this in not what I had envisioned...] Dodging the odd sentient killer plant, he entered the first empty tree stump-turned-house he found. It had surprisingly low ceilings.

[Ow!]

Rummaging through the absent owner's cupboards, he scrounged up enough of ...what appeared to be edible for a small meal. [Blech...] By that time it had grown too dark to do much besides sleep, which didn't sound like a bad idea, considering the day he'd had...

[Great, the guy's a munchkin...] Gamely trying to arrange himself on the sadly undersized bed, Sheik ended up scrunched into a ball with one leg draped over the end-board because there wasn't enough room for another appendage.

[This is gonna be a looong night...] He squirmed a bit, realized it was hopeless since he'd get cramps no matter what position he slept in, and let himself doze off.



Meh, I don't really care for how this chapter came out...but what're ya gonna do? Might as well stick with the short chapters for now; it's pretty much all I can manage, anyway...