Sighing, the blonde turned and continued toward the main gate. It wouldn't be long before the draw bridge would be lowered, and he could begin his journey back to Lon Lon Ranch. Though he hadn't heard anything more, Link continued to give his surroundings a great deal of his attention. As he neared the path that would lead to the main gate, he could have sworn that he heard footsteps again. This time, instead of stopping, he began to run. As expected, the footfalls grew more rapid. Now convinced that he was being followed, he detoured to the back alley of the town.
The follower perused. Just as Link approached a dead end, he pulled out his hook shot and aimed for the roof of a home. In one quick motion, the Hylian swordsman was dragged to the roof tops. He quickly replaced his weapon and ducked behind a chimney to peek around the corner. A cloaked figure entered the dead end, and stopped suddenly. Link squinted in the dim light to see the other's face, but the shadows cast by the hood of the cloak wouldn't allow it.
Keeping as quiet as possible, Link reached for his sword. He pulled it from it's sheath silently, and prepared to pounce the person that had been following him. Inhaling deeply, he ran toward the edge of the roof. Leaping off, he pointed his sword toward the figure. The position of the sword wasn't to hurt, but to pin and frighten. As Link fell closer to the cloak, it looked up at him. Even while staring up, the face wasn't completely visible.
Staying focused, he landed on the form, and they both tumbled to the ground. The sound of metal crashing against brick echoed in the silence, and Link stood up straight in confusion. The person wearing the cloak was gone. All that laid in front of him was the clothes. Confused, he used the tip of his sword to push the material aside. . .only to find nothing.
