He is, like usual, injured pretty badly and stumbling through the woods when he catches the tune.
At first, he thinks he had misheard. It is quite peculiar, after all, for a person to be out here, playing an instrument no less, in such a dire time. But as he walks further and further ahead, the notes grow firmer to the point of making up a melody. And it’s faint, far away, but certainly there.
It’s so strange…
“Do you hear that too, Midna?”
Link finally asks after the fifth note, hands reaching to grip the familiar weight of his master sword (ignoring the pain that shot up his arm). What if it was another mon
The Sheikah messenger appeared as if out of nowhere, jumping down from the towering Spirit Temple. Usually Link would stumble backward or move out of his way, but not this time. He had grown fond of this mysterious character and his teachings of the sacred songs. But what drew Link in the most was the strange yet intriguing looks of the man. His outfit was a blue unitard that perfectly defined the muscular body of its wearer. Aside from that, his chest, lower arms, thighs, fingertips, and head were bound in with bandages. He also wore a fringed vest on his chest which was embroidered with the emblem of the Sheikah tribe. The only skin that wa