Hyrule Field
Across the vast fields of Hyrule that stretch for miles, with trees within just enough distance for a certain young individual to see them; the lands are riddled with piles of bodies, rivers of blood leaked from the bodies ran from said piles as the sun was setting into the twilight hours. The civil war had just finished its bloodiest hour, with all surviving soldiers and races leaving the battlefield; in the distance, howls of wolf packs echoed in the distance as the animals feasted on dead bodies.
For Guts, as he limped across the battlefield with a bloody face covered by his cracked iron helmet, some of the blood falling over his right eye causing him to squint it shut to keep the blood from irritating his eye; his armor and clothing was tattered and ripped from the long and terrible war he paced himself through. The young boy dragged his sword with him as he carried himself away from the fields of Hyrule and into the woods where he could find some semblance of shelter. A place for him to catch his breath and rest, while treating all the wounds he collected after fending himself off against Gambino and the rest of the mercenary gang he was once part of.
With the woods of the east within good distance for Guts to have some reasonable relief to find a place to sit down, away from any roving packs of wolves or whatever supernatural creatures that were employed by the Gerudos to shore up their numbers. Stalfos and Wolfos if he wanted to be broader of all manner of creatures he's faced…that, and the many Gorons and Zoros he's faced counted as well. The war dragged in everyone, leaving nowhere safe to hide from the flames of war.
"Ghn…" Guts grunted in exertion as he found a stray boulder to lean up again to relax and collect himself, and to catch his weary breathing back up; the edge of the woods was within sight, giving the young boy much mental reprieve that he could find a hovel to hide in.
Flipping himself around to lean his back against the small boulder, Guts leaned his sheathed sword against the rock; with his one good eye that he was not squinting with, he casted a cursory glance at the horizon of the field.
A young Guts is charging along with the mercenary gang he grew up to a part of, after his mother sold him off for a pittance of rupees; He earned his share of rupees at the very least each time he returned from the battles, what good it did of course with what the bastard Gambino was generous to give him.
Metal clanged and clashed as Guts charged in against the opposing enemy forces, swinging his sword up to block an incoming spear aimed for his head from a man on a horse; his parry of the attack was successful, allowing him to retaliate with an attack at the horse's legs, lopping the leg in two, leaving the horse to fall forward with a harsh screaming neigh while the soldier fell off with a surprised yelled.
Guts was on the soldier instant with a downward stab with his sword into the soldier's throat. "Hrrrk!" The soldier gurgled as blood poured out his mouth and throat.
"That brat took down Stewart!" Yelled the soldiers around him, causing Gut's to narrowed his eyes beneath his helm, and reoriented his sword beside him into a different stance to better prepare himself for the coming slaughter.
Gut's soon busied himself fending himself and lopping off body parts from the knees down, it made easy work of killing the armorless soldiers, far easier than dealing with the ones that wore armor with the Royal Crest on them.
Catching his breath some more, Guts lifted his helmet off from his head and wiped his brow dry of the blood that was beginning to dry up over his eye. "Hn." exhaled Guts as he used his finger to scrape the blood crust from his skin above his eye, allowing him to see with his previous squinted eye better now.
With his helmet set aside atop the rock he leaned against, Guts patted his belt lightly and found what was he was looking for and pulled up his small leather waterskin that he kept; popping the cork off from the tip, Guts tilted his head back and held his waterskin over his mouth and waited for what remaining water he had left to drip into his mouth.
A few good drops of water fell to his tongue, allowing him to wet his dry mouth before he promptly corked his waterskin back up and put it back to his belt; snarling a bit to himself, he'd need to find a good watering hole and refill his water.
AAAWWRRRROOOOO!
Cursing his luck, Guts grimaced with a glare as he found many yellow eyes looking over at him from a hill, several wolves were looking at him with hungry eyes…well, the ones with the least amount of blood caked into their fur. The ones with the least amount of blood dripping from their mouths began slowly marching towards him, prompting the young boy to stand up with an aggravated snarl back while taking with him his sword from out of its sheath.
"Bastards…" Guts hissed out with a death glare at the incoming wolves that were on their way towards them with hungry gazes, "Greedy aintcha." he sardonically commented with a dry smirk.
"Huah!" Guts coughed in pain, the young lad rolled along the ground while keeping a death grip on his sword that was too large for a boy to wield, but for Gut's, it was all he had to aid him in this hellscape of a war.
From where Guts was punched in the stomach after trying to block a punch from one of those Goron folk, the Goron himself he was up against threw another punch through an opening in his defense, leaving the young boy to be tossed along the ground until the boy righted himself by flipping himself through his rolling and stabbing his sword into the ground to stop himself from rolling anymore.
Guts coughed once more in pain, and glared up at the Goron, who was slow to approach him with his rocky fists clenched, "I am sorry child, I really am, but for my brothers, I aim to win this for my people." he bellowed out, before charging at the boy.
Guts snarled in anger, before standing up with his sword pulled out from the earth to hold by his side, "Fucking shut up!" The boy screamed in anger, preparing to put his all into this one attack in an all or nothing strike.
"Be at peace in your eternal rest, boy!" The Goron yelled in his attack, as the rock race being lifted his arms up with a double fisted hammer strike of his fists down at Guts.
"You first!" Guts screamed in fury as he charged in at the Goron, the boy's eyes reflected rage and anger as the Goron's slow but powerful attack missed him and struck the ground, while Guts himself struck his blade through the Goron's midsection, the Rock being's ichor fell from his stomach.
"Huurk…im…poss—ible…" The Goron wheezed out, while Guts' sword was still stuck inside his rocky stomach, the rock being slowly looking down at the young boy that began to wrench his sword from out of his stomach. The Goron's blood began to spurt out onto Guts' face as he finally wrenched his sword free, he slowly smiled sadly.
"...I'm…sorry…you …have …to…" The Goron wheezed out, before toppling over to collapse beside the young boy.
Guts glared at the dead body of the Goron, and wiped his face of the Goron's blood, "I don't need any pity…not now…not ever…" he growled with a glare, before charging off into the battle with the rest of his mercenary gang. They were hired by the Lon Lon Ranch to help defend their lands, a hefty sum was offered as the ranch itself provided a lot of the country's milk to the ordinary Hylian.
"HRAAH!" Guts yelled as he swung with little energy he had left in defending himself from the wolves, his sword found purchase through the gaping maw of a wolf that pounced through the air at him, allowing him to cleave through the mouth of the wolf and bisect it horizontally with a wet 'squelch'.
New blood that was not his soon found itself splattering not just over his face and body, but over the ground around him from his cleaving the attacking wolf in two, "KEEP COMING YOU GREEDY HOUNDS!" the more yelled some more, his eyes were lit up with fury and anger, like a cornered dog that was wounded and willing to defend himself to the bitter end. "I'LL MAKE SURE NONE OF YOU LEAVE ALIVE!" the boy screamed.
Blood and water flowed through the river that Guts and his mercenary gang were in charge of decimating a force of Zora soldiers, the aquatic race was hard to fight when water was nearby, so the wise choice was to fight on land for most of the Hylians.
For Gut's though…
"KAA!" A Zora coughed out in pain as Guts picked his lithe body over himself with the boy's sword still stabbed through his torso, Guts felt the Zora's blood fall over his head, before the boy heaved the Zora off from him while pulling his sword from out of the Zora's stomach in the process.
"HYAAAH!" Roared Guts and he felt the gradual onset of tiredness, the boy had struck against another attack from a wolf, narrowly dodging aside to cleave the wolf in half from the back down, leaving entrails and guts to spill from the wolf's two halves.
"HYRAUGH!" Guts yelled as he leapt up into the air after spring boarding off from one of his dead ally's body, and descended down at a Gerudo woman who had just finished his ally off; the woman deftly dodged in time from Guts' attempt at stabbing his sword down through the top of her skull, leaving the boy to simply stab the earth itself.
The Gerudo woman glared at the boy, while Guts himself pulled his sword up out of the earth to continue his assault, "hmph, so those Hylians even use children." the woman sneered, leaving Guts to simply glare back at her.
"Shut up and fight! I have no time for the enemy to give me their pity!" The Boy snarled back.
A wolf managed to score an attack on Guts, by wrapping its jaw over the boy's shoulder while Guts was busy finishing off another wolf.
"Fucker!" Guts scowled and snarled in pain as he reached with his hand over to grab the wolf by scruff of its neck and rip it off from his shoulder, causing parts of his skin to be ripped off in the process from the wolf's jaws.
After Guts threw the offending wolf to the ground, he finished the beast off by stabbing his sword down into the skull, leaving the wolf to hardly whimper in pain before dying of its brain being stabbed through.
AAAWWRRROOO!
The wolves howled, before making a retreat from the boy to find much easier food to feast on, this one obviously had too much in him to fight to the bitter end, leaving Guts to himself as he watched the remaining wolves leave from his sight. "...you…better…piss…off…" He said through labored breathing.
Later, Next Day, Lost woods
Saria, with a chipper hum, waltzed through the woods towards the sacred sanctuary, she wanted to play her ocarina for a bit, and practice a few new notes on it. As the Kokiri girl walked around a lone tree amongst the hundreds others, she nearly tripped over a set of legs that belonged to a young boy leaning up against the tree.
"*Gasp*!" Saria covered her mouth in worry as she saw the young boy covered in wounds with scars, scratches, bite marks and a variety of his clothes and armor in tatters, "What happened! How…what…this poor young boy!" She fretted as she knelt down to tend to the boy.
Looking up at her Fairy, "Help me here!" Saria began to instruct her fairy companion, as she pulled out from her bag some fairy dust, "I need you to go back and ask for a few of the boys to come here and help me carry this boy back to our village!" she instructed.
"Right!" Saria's fairy bobbed up and down, before flying off as fast as it could back to the Kokiri village.
As Saria worked extensively to tend to the boy's wounds, she looked on at the boy's face with great worry, "Was that war out there that bad, that they used children in it!?" she asked herself with genuine worry, her heart felt heavy at seeing such a young Hylian boy be riddled with wounds to such a great degree.