Abscond

Chapter One: Wake Up Link

Open your eyes...

The blond didn't open his eyes as the voice rather rudely intruded in his sleep. Instead, he crinkled his nose, and tried to settle back down into the remnants of his slumber. However, his mind was awake now, racing with new thoughts. He let out an unsatisfied groan as he tried to grasp onto the threads of his quickly fading dream. He felt like it had been something important, something he should remember even in the waking world.

Open your eyes.

The voice spoke a bit more forcefully in his head now. He squinted his eyes shut tightly, watching as fireworks danced in the blackness of his vision. The boy thought about denying the voice again but was slightly afraid of what would happen if he did. So finally, he dared to peek his own eyes open. His vision seemed to swirl in front of him. It was as if his eyes had forgotten how to work over the years they had been shut tight.

Wake up, Link.

The foreign name bounced around in his head for a few moments before he decided it must be his. It was rather silly of someone to forget their own name, but as he struggled to think or remember anything about himself, he couldn't. His head turned to the side, staring at a warped version of himself in the glossy surface of the tub that he laid in. Wide, blue eyes and pale, parted lips stared back at him.

Link, get up.

The boy decided he did not like this voice as he slowly sat up. He stretched, hearing his bones pop and crackle. It felt good to move, and he let out a content sigh. It was then, as he merely sat waiting for the annoying voice to give his more instructions, that he realized he was nude. A light blush covered his face as he suddenly felt too exposed, even in the eyeless shadows of the shrine. The blond quickly stumbled up to his feet as he gave himself his own mission. He needed clothes.

That is a Sheikah Slate... Link, where are you going?

He passed the pedestal, ignoring the voice for the time being.Two chests had caught his eye, piquing his curiosity. As if he had forgotten how to properly open a chest over the years he slept, he decided to foolishly kick the first one open. The lid did crack open, but the boy now hopped around on one foot, cradling the one he had kicked with. The chosen hero could be remarkably stupid at times.

As the profanities he mentally screamed calmed down, he took a look inside the chest. Much to his chagrin, this one seemed to contain a poorly tailored pair of trousers with equally ill crafted boots. He wasted no time donning the new accessories, feeling much better about being covered.

The second chest stared defiantly at him, begging him to kick it. Even with his new boots on, Link refused to risk the chance of stubbing his toe again. This time, he opened the chest like a normal human being. Inside, was a hole ridden shirt to match the rest of his outfit. Only after finally completing his outfit, did he go back towards the glowing pedestal.

That is a Sheikah Slate. Take it. It will help guide you after your long slumber.

Link gazed at the device on top of the pedestal curiously. Something about it was familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Deciding he might anger the voice if he waited too much longer, he quickly grabbed it. His eyes searched around the room as he protectively held it in his hands, fearing it may have triggered some sort of trap. However, he relaxed after a few minutes of nothing happening.

Suddenly, a door slip open and Link dropped the Sheikah Slate in surprise. He stared dumbly at the new exitway before shamefully bending over and picking up the device. This time, he attached it to the belt in his pants to avoid dropping it in the future. He felt like it wouldn't be a wise idea to crack its screen.