He's calling me again.

Why is it always when I'm tired, when I don't want to work. I've been working all day, while he sits back in his little chair, smirking at me and telling me what to do once I'm finished watering the horses, or milking the cows, or feeding the cuccos. There's always something else, isn't there Ingo? Always something else you don't feel like doing.

You're a miserable person, did you know that?

You know what, I'm just going to sit here and see if any birds will come. I miss their songs. They used to lift my spirits, helping me to temporarily forget everything. Everything that happened, and try to go back to when I was oung, carefree. And happy. I'd listen to them for hours when I had nothing to do, watching them in the trees outside, singing along with them. They weren't scared. Not of me. They'd even come up to me and feed from my hand, I always had something left from the cuccos to give them. A few scraps of grain would make them happy, and they would always come back.

But they haven't come back for so long.

There are no birds anymore.

They must have fled, like everything else. Nothing is left. Everyone has fled from Castle Town, or has been changed into a horrendous monstrosity known as a "ReDead" They're terrible things that don't even deserve to walk the earth. If you had seen one, you'd agree with me. But also, if you had seen one, you would be dead. No mistake.

Business has slowed considerably. Nobody ever comes to the ranch, because nobody is left. Everyone, everything has gone into hiding. The animals, the people...

Din. She's gone too. How I miss her warmth on my face, and how she would peek over the horizon to greet you in the morning. But Din never shines upon us anymore, and is completely gone from the sky. She has seen us. She has seen how we are suffering, and how we are dying. Ashamed, she has turned away from us, and sunk down past the land so she cannot see us die. For if we suffer, she will suffer.

I'd rather sink past the horizon with her than live in this world. Take me with you, Din!

I can't. I have to stay here. What would Ingo do without me? I don't care about him. I care about the animals. If I weren't here, they would all suffer even more than I.

And Epona. Oh, Epona! He's going to sell her to Lord Ganondorf! Oh, my sweet darling Epona, ripped from me and given to that horrible man. He will not treat her as I have, he will not sing her songs, sleep by her in storms, or love her as I do. No, he will treat her as his prize, as a trophy.

"I have the fastest horse in Hyrule!" he will say, and drag my poor horse out in chains, her wild spirit gone and the spark in her eyes dulled, and laugh in that deep cold way, "And I have tamed her!"

I can't bear it. It's like losing your child to someone you know will abuse it. But he will not have her. She cannot be tamed by force. Only I have managed to tame her, but Ingo doesn't know that. I find it amusing how he tries every day to get the saddle onto her back, only to be kicked into the straw. but if she keeps that behaviour up, I fear he will hurt her! Ingo does that, to anything that won't obey him. Like me. Or Brantyre.

Oh, he nearly killed Brantyre! The poor dog didn't have a chance. He was told to round up the cuccos for counting, and he tried his best to do so. But old Brantyre is slow. He's nearly reached the end of his life by now, and is old and weak. Ingo doesn't care. He kicked that dog until the wretched thing ran for its life, leaping the gate and running in the direction of the forest. Poor Brantyre, and yet, he's lucky. He managed to get out of here.

Maybe I should do so as well...

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Ahah, this was never finished XD I decided just to leave it as-is. Yaaaay.