He didn't want to listen - he just wanted to get away, escape the darkness.
He pushed himself back into the ice cold wall, willing himself to become a part of the crumbling stone.
He clamped his hands over his ears.
He could still hear it, that calm, yet deadly whisper.
"Sky child... You can't hide from us... We will find you."
"Shut up!" he shouted, his voice still barely more audible than a whisper.
"We can't move yet. Link needs to recover. He looks like he's been to Hell and back, for goddess sake!" Pipit stomped his foot while crossing his arms over his chest. "Plus, he deserves time to rest. Could you even begin imagine what he's been through?"
There was a tense moment of silence as Sheik, Pipit's right hand man, shuffled across the tent, preparing to leave.
"Pipit, I know you want what's best for your friend, but we can't risk staying here much longer. Demon armies are no doubt search