Even from their high perch, Sky and Dalar also heard the alarm ringing. It could be heard clear across the valley and far reaches of the countryside. It called to the highest reaches of heaven and darkest pits of hell as it was unleashed upon the innocence of the small village.

"Hai! That never be a good sign!" Dalar exclaimed in alarm, jumping to his feet. He gave another cried of surprise as the weak edge under his feet gave way and fell away. Strong hands grabbed his arms and pulled him onto firmer ground safely.

Panting with the fear in him, his heart pounding in his chest, Dalar gave a nod of gratitude to the young girl beside him. "Thou should be more careful, 'least ye want to loose thy life." Morskaya chided, only half-playfully. Her eyes were clouded with worry and anxiety. Dalar knew he felt the same emotion as her eyes showed.

"Quickly, to the village." She said hastily, turning away from him towards the small, winding trail. Dalar quickly scrambled to his feet, rather ungracefully in his hurry, and rushed after her.

Even after how long he had known her, he found she still amazed him with her agile and speed, all the while she still moved with a grand air of delicate grace. He, on the other hand, stumbled over roots that she would jump over before they even came in sight; scratched himself on branches of trees he cut too close to as she nimbly curved under and around; slipped on uneven ground while not a pebble was disturbed by her movements. He cursed his rotten luck that he could not be as skilled as his young Sheikah fancy.