The king finally allowed Link out of the dungeon thanks to Zelda who wouldn't let up about him being her slave. She used this to her advantage, lying to her father about wanting to rule over her own slave like her father. With the king's permission he was able to walk anywhere in the castle. Except outside. Which tore Link apart on the inside. He wanted to go, the place he was born in was calling to him. He wasn't allowed to leave. So he spent much time on a balcony, watching the outdoors from there.
It wasn't the same. Link hated being trapped like some caged beast. They treated him not as a boy or even his own name. No they referred to him as "It". The servants and the maids were disgusted by Dyraati and Renaden. But how could he get rid of them to please others? He remembered the day he met them, as if it was yesterday.
An eight year old version of Link coughed blood out of his mouth. He lost his family. He lost his village. And he lost his courage. He did not want to face trouble ever again. No, not after what happened here. The eight year old Link shivered at what had happened.
Men from another village came and killed everyone he knew and loved. They even killed all the animals right down to the chickens. No life forms survived this horrible and bloody ambush. But he did. Him, and him only. But he didn't understand! Why? Why did they have to kill everyone?
Link will never forget what his mother told him. He never heard her so scared before.
"Run, Link! Don't look back! Keep running!" a man was struggling to keep her quiet. The tiny child shook, obeying his mother and fled for his life. As he ran, the men chased after him. Link didn't look back, just like his mother told him not to. But he ended up tripping and sliding down a hill. He fell on a long sharp jagged rock and met the floor with his face. His mouth was bloody and his leg gave out extreme pain and he didn't even know why. What was this red stuff? Why was it coming out!? Why did it hurt him so badly!?
Please, he thoughtPlease someone help me. Out of subconscious he howled. He had no idea why but he did. It was long and painful. A short while after he was replied by two voices howling back at him. He found the source of the voices. It was Dyraati and Renaden. Link tried to crawl away thinking they were going to eat him. But they didn't. Instead they looked and each other as if speaking their own language and walked up to Link licking his wound.
Link jumped back still have the thought of being eaten. But he stopped and soon realized they were helping him. Trying to heal his wounds as best as possible. After that day they promised each other that they were family. Link then spent his life living through the woods as a wolf would. Hunting and walking as if the whole territory was his. Feeling proud, until yesterday when he and Dyraati and Renaden were taken away to the dreadful place. To serve as the king's slave.
His thoughts were interrupted by Dyraati, who was pulling on his shirt. Link crouched down and looked at the beasts midnight blue eyes. Dyraati yipped and barked. Link understood. He wanted to go outside. Because outside was where they were all born. But should he? Didn't they king say not to go outside the palace walls? And if he did, what were the consequences? Link stared at the balcony thinking if he should go or not.
Then he made up his mind…..
"Let's go outside" Link said