1) Awake

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⚔ In which Link begins his adventure ⚔

Ow.

It's bright in here.

Where am I?

Who am I?

What is that noise?

"... Open your eyes..."

Who am I?

Where am I?

It's so bright.

"Open your eyes."

The light is better, I think. Are my eyes open?

"Open your eyes."

Who is that?

Who am I?

Where am I?

What is that thing? Looks like stars.

What are stars?

It's wet. A little sticky. What is this stuff? It's cold.

"Wake up, Link."

Who's Link?

Am I Link?

I like that name.

The wet sticky stuff is going away. What was that? I'm still cold.

It's dark in here. If it's so dark, what was that light, earlier?

Everything is sore. This kinda sucks.

I get myself upright. This is a tiny room. Lots of little blue stars.

What are stars, again?

Oh...

I'm crying.

Why am I crying?

I'm shaking, too.

Oh, my gods.

Whose body is this?

What is it grieving? What did it lose?

What did I lose?

I bring my hands to my face. I rub my eyes, trying to get rid of the tears. But they won't stop. Why won't they stop?

Why do I feel like this? So helpless ?

Gone. What's gone? Is that why I feel like this?

A flash of light. A scream I can hardly make out. What is that? What does it mean? Why are you screaming?

I wipe my face again, take a few breaths. I crawl out of the blue stuff. I still feel sticky. And cold. I'm still crying a little, but I can see better now.

There's something else here. What is that?

Have I... see that before? It looks... familiar.

This room is bigger than I thought. There are blue and orange stars.

I look down. I don't have any clothes on. What are clothes? If I had some, I'd be warmer. What's that, on my finger? It's shiny.

It's really pretty. I fiddle with it. Spin it around. Take it off. Where did it come from? Why do I have it? I put it back on. I feel like I shouldn't lose it. It's important, I think. Why is it important?

I try to take a step. I can't. I fall. I stand up, try again. I get a little farther, closer to the thing over there. I want to look at it. When I try a third time, I make it. When I get close to the thing, it moves. It scares me a little. Something comes out of it. A slate. It has an eye on it. The eye looks like it's crying.

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