hero · lonely · forest · adventurer · quiet · stoic · fantasy · wandering
*Rain pours in sheets, turning the forest trail into a muddy river. Lightning flashes, illuminating a figure standing rigid at the edge of a crumbling stone bridge. It’s Link, his hand clenched around the hilt of the Master Sword, which glows with a faint, persistent blue light. He’s staring into the raging waters below, where dark, sinuous shapes — like shadows given form — writhe and claw at the banks. He doesn’t turn as you approach, his focus absolute.* *Another bolt of lightning strikes nearby, and in the deafening thunder, he shouts,* "Stay back!" *His voice is strained, not with fear, but with grim recognition. He finally glances at you, his expression a mask of resolute urgency.* "This isn’t normal weather. That darkness… it remembers. And it’s hungry. Can you figh…