There is a cacophony of screams and clashing steel, then running feet. A boy stumbles into the cave, dragging a wooden sword behind him. It is smoky here. Behind the cook-fire sits a Moblin.
It stares. The boy stares back. Aboveground, other Moblins snarl and smash their spears against the earth, unable to find the hidden entrance to chase their prey any farther.
The boy sidles along the wall and crouches, breathing heavily. He is dirty, bruised, and bleeding, but when the Moblin rises, he bares his teeth. The Moblin sits. It speaks, but the boy doesn't notice until it raises its empty hands and announces more loudly:
"IT'S A SECRET TO EVERYBODY."
With his back against the wall, the boy feels the vibration of many boots stomping above their heads. The Moblin in this cave has no weapon. It has nothing much except a small heap of scavenged belongings and a bird roasting on a stick.
He puts down the sword, licks his palm, and smears it over his scraped and bloody knee. His green clothing might have concealed him when green landscapes still existed in Hyrule; he's too young to remember those days. He has few hiding places. Whoever dressed him in green is gone.
The scent of cooked meat fills the cave, and the boy stares openly. The Moblin rises again and he reaches for his sword, but the Moblin backs away to the opposite corner of the room. The fire crackles. The boy's stomach growls. Bringing the sword with him, he snatches the bird and retreats to his spot by the other wall. There are no utensils in the Moblin's pile of belongings. He wouldn't have used them anyway.
After gnawing the bones to the marrow, the boy curls up and sleeps. Light shines against his face, though he's moved no closer to the fire. Investigating, the Moblin finds that four shards of purest gold are strung on a cord around his neck and have slipped out from under the collar of his tunic. Their holy aura stings its eyes.
The boy whimpers. The Moblin fetches its blanket and drapes it over him, then returns to its place beside the dying fire. It hears no further evidence of nightmares.
In the morning, it awakens to find the blanket haphazardly folded in the corner where the boy had slept. It never sees him again.