The grass gently swayed within the calming midnight breeze. The nearby fire crackled soothingly. And a very tired Link was stretched against the dirty hard ground. She had been traveling since the very dawn of the previous morning. She yawned a lengthy yawn and lifted herself from the ground, scooting her plump rear against the rock that rested behind her. Link was tired, although part of her wasn't quite ready to go to sleep. Her legs were restless, wanting to cover more mileage. But she had just exhausted her last few potions and knew that with all the traveling that she had been doing so much for the past few days with almost no breaks that she couldn't possibly continue anymore without a good night's rest.

Link was in a secluded part of the wood in a small clearing. She had a small fire going over a pile of wood while her lantern rested by her hip.

Her tiredness began to claim her for that night, but the sound of rustling from nearby caught her pointed ear. She slowly reached her hand towards her sword that rested by her side, leaving her shield untouched.

Her blue eyes locked onto the bushes. The bushes rustled more. And then, the rustling stopped.

Link stared warily of the bushes, her hand not quite yet tensing on the sword in her palm.

Without warning, the bushes started rustling wildly once more. And then, before Link could so much as bat an eyelid, a creature sprung from the bushes and came charging towards her with a spear made of bone.

It was a Moblin. An ugly, blue-skinned dog-faced Moblin with a fat gut that strained its black toga.

Link quickly somersaulted out of the way and then countered when the Moblin came charging towards her again. She parried its spear away and struck at it twice with her swords before the monster just disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving behind a rupee for the keeping.

Link bent over and collected the rupee, stashing it in the pouch on her belt. She sighed at the disturbance but was happy she had the chance to try and collect some much-needed sleep once more.

She once again laid herself back on the floor by the crackling fire and fell asleep.

The dawn came the next morning: A beautiful canvas of burning orange and gentler orange.

Link rose from the ground with her arms stretched up in the air with a furious flex. Her jaw stretched wide for a moment, pushing out a long exhale followed by a short smack of the lips. Then her jaw closed once more, and she plucked a leaf from her back-length bright-red hair

She gathered her sword and shield and her bow and quiver, then once again set off on the long journey.

Another morning another day of her quest to save the princess.