The Hero of Worlds

Link was falling from the sky of the new world. Below him was a wide and deep river, which he fell into. His path was controlled by the strong current of the river. He desperately tried to grab a rock at the river’s sides, but failed. He was beginning to drown, so his attempts were more frequent and vital.

He finally grabbed a rock that was strong enough. He pulled himself out and crawled away from the river. His clothes were drenched and he coughed out water. When he wiped the water out of his eyes, he saw his surroundings. He saw that he was in the wild; there were no buildings or any signs of sentient life near him. He wasn’t going to give up; he climbed to the top of a nearby tree, took out his Hawkeye mask, and put it on.

The mask gave him the ability to see objects far away. He scanned the area for any signs of a nearby city. When his vision zoomed to the maximum, he barely glimpsed some kind of dome at the North. Link thought that it may contain a city; he could get help over there. Based on the distance, he estimated it would take 4 days to travel on foot, two days if Epona was there. He thought of another problem: food. He doesn’t have enough food to last 3 days, so he’s going to ration his food. He filled his waterskin from the river and went on his journey.

He traveled for hours as the land stretched onward with no end. His feet were sore and he was exhausted, but he kept on going as his determination fueled him. He took a quick stop and took a bite from his food and saved the rest. He then continued his journey. Twice he almost strayed off the path.

It rained when dusk felled. Link found shelter underneath the branches of a tree. It worked a little, but Link’s head is still pelted by drops of rain. He wonders if he’ll ever make it to that dome. As the rain kept on pouring, he slept his first night in this world.

He then awakened at dawn. His clothes were still drenched, and he began to get a fever. He ate a small breakfast, and continued on his way. His travel was stalled due to pools of mud. No matter what the cost, he pressed on. He then rested the rest of the second day.

While eating breakfast of the third day, he thought if he skipped sleeping, he might make it to the dome early. Soon after he continued walking, a storm came. Rain was pouring hard and occasional thunder and lightning occur. He traveled for hours as the storm ceased any signs of stopping. As planned, he skipped sleeping and continued. Through many hours of stress, sickness, and soreness; he saw the dome in the horizon. This made Link excited and quickened his pace.

The dome must have been huge at Link’s point of view. He then began to slow down as his fever began to take its toll. His fever was worse and he got a painful migraine and was nauseated. To make matters worse; a bolt of lightning struck Link. He lied on ground covered with mud, falling unconscious. As his mind fades away, he wondered if he will survive.