Link jolted awake, a wave of panic crashing over him as memories of the battle flooded back. He could still feel the searing pain from the Guardian's laser, the darkness that had clawed at him in the fog. The room was dim and unfamiliar, but it didn't matter—he had to move.
He shot up from the bed, his heart racing, and without a moment's hesitation, he burst through the door.
"Link! Wait!"
Zelda's voice echoed behind him, but he didn't look back. Rage boiled within him, an uncontrollable force pushing him forward. He stormed out into the sunlight, his senses sharpening as the familiar sights and sounds of Kakariko Village washed over him.
All he could think about was the Guardian—the shadowy figure, the feeling of helplessness, the desperate need to fight back. Anger coursed through his veins, and he needed an outlet. He sprinted down the path, his boots pounding against the ground.
"Link!"
Zelda's calls faded behind him, but he didn't care. The anger ignited a fire in his chest, and he ran faster, chasing the adrenaline that surged through him. He wanted to confront whatever darkness lingered beyond the village, to prove that he wasn't weak.
"Link, stop!" Zelda pleaded, but he pushed himself harder, fueled by a desperate need to escape the fear that threatened to overwhelm him.
He reached the outskirts of the village, where the land rose into the foothills of the mountains. Without hesitation, he veered off the path and began to climb. The air was cool against his skin, but the heat of his anger kept him moving. He didn't care about the exhaustion that clawed at him. He had to fight.
As he reached a rocky outcrop overlooking the valley, he finally stopped, breathless and trembling with rage. He stared out at the horizon, the weight of his emotions crashing over him like a storm. He felt like a volcano ready to erupt, ready to unleash all the fury he had been holding back.
A deep voice echoed in his mind, taunting him with memories of the battle, the pain, the shadows. He clenched his fists, teeth gritted as he roared into the open air, letting the sound carry his frustration.
"Link!"
Zelda's voice broke through his reverie again, closer this time. He could hear the footsteps behind him, feel her presence approaching. But he was done listening. The anger coursing through him was too strong, too consuming.
"Stay back!" he shouted, spinning around to face her. "You don't understand! I can't just stand around while there's danger out there!"
"Link, please!" Zelda stepped forward, her eyes wide with concern. "You need to calm down! You're not thinking clearly!"
He shook his head, taking a step away from her. "I'm not going to let fear control me! I have to find that Guardian again and finish what I started!"
"Link, you're hurt! You can't take on more than you can handle right now!" Her voice wavered, but he felt the fire in his chest rising again.
"Maybe I have to!" he yelled, the words spilling out in frustration. "I can't just sit back and let it happen again!"
As if in response to his anger, the wind whipped around him, carrying the distant echoes of the fog, the shadows, and the Guardian's relentless pursuit. He felt the urge to fight, to confront the darkness head-on, without hesitation.
"Link!" Zelda stepped forward again, her voice urgent. "You don't have to do this alone! Let's work together, please!"
But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The rage inside him demanded action, and he turned away from her once more, ready to push deeper into the mountains, into the unknown, fueled by an uncontrollable need to prove himself.
