The Darkness Tainting My Mind (UNDER HEAVY EDITING)

Arguments and Side Quests

I was placed back in the Death Mountain Crater and it looked so much calmer when compared to before I finished the Fire Temple. I returned to Kakariko and went into the tavern. "Oh, you're back," the man in black greeted from the bar. "I can tell that you've finished the temple."

"Really?"

"Yeah, because you haven't changed out of your Goron Tunic."

"..."

"Ok, just let me buy you a drink."

"No, I'll buy us a drink. You've already helped me a lot, it's the least I could do." I pulled out my wallet, which had become a lot heavier than before.

"... Fine... I'll have a bottle of vodka."

"Bartender." I flagged him down. "I'll have a Château Romani and he'll have a bottle of vodka." The bartender held out his hand, waiting for the rupees. I paid up and he left. I turned to back to the man in black and asked, "Do you live here in Kakariko?"

"No. I'm like you, an adventurer. By the way, where is your fairy?"

"She's in a bottle."

"Please let me out! I'm running out of air!" I heard her plea.

I sighed as I let out the annoying fairy, letting her fly onto my head.

"Why do you keep showing up everywhere?!"

"Listen here, fairy... but it's not like I'm stalking you guys. I just happen to be in the same place you are by coincidence."

"Can't we just relax for once on this sucky adventure...?" I groaned.

As the bartender came over with our drinks, the man calmly sipped his while I completely downed my own, not giving any shits if I was going to get drunk. I honestly deserved it after all that has happened since I woke up from a seven year sleep. From getting my ass groped by a pedophile, reliving my ReDead nightmares, dealing with temples with too many small keys, to being raped my a fucking likelike. Putting the cup down albeit roughly onto the mahogany wooden bar, I sighed deeply as I felt depression starting to kick in again. Sneaking a glance at the dark clothed man next to me, I saw his lips form into a smirk as a chuckle left his throat.

"Planning on having a few drinks?"

"Yeah...."

"Why not have something strong like I have?"

"I don't know... I mean..." I looked around before whispering, "I'm technically underage..." I tried to explain. But, apparently, he didn't catch my drift.

"You're being too hard on yourself. You'll be fine. You're an adult. Have a drink or two. You look like you need it."

I sighed, "Alright..."

He grinned before raising up a hand to flag down the bartender, "Give my buddy here some vodka, please. He's on me."

With a nod of his head, the bartender started to whip up a drink as I laid my cheek down on the counter. I eyed him closely before realizing that I don't even know the guy's name and that his face was entirely covered by a dark cloth. The only things showing were his eyes which I, somehow, thought were a brilliant shade of red. Upon hearing a thunk of glass being placed by my head, I sat up and nodded at the bartender, as a thanks, before taking the shot glass in my hand and looking at the man.

"Go on."

Licking my lips, I placed the rim to my lips and took a drink, tasting the bitterness as it burned my throat. I coughed a few times as a hand started to pat my back. Giving a sigh, I looked at him with a slight smile, "I'm fine. Just a lot stronger than what I'm used to," I reassured him.