The Legend of Zelda: Prince of the Sea

Chapter Seven: Reflection

I do not know who am I, what I am, or where I am. The only thing that I do know for certain is that I must continue to run lest I meet a terrible fate.

Now, for how long now I have been pursued I can't recall, for there is no way in telling how much time has passed in all of this darkness. I woke up alone some time ago without having any clue or idea about anything... like not even knowing my own damned name! The only real, tangible thing I have now to cling on to is the fear that drives me onward through this hellhole towards some unknown destination. All around me there are shadows and dull, grey landscapes, as if all of the colours of the world have been sucked dry by some greedy deity: leaving nothing but an empty and bleak reality. I mean, I can't much remember what colours look like anyway, but something tells me from far deep within my mind that the dark skies above me and the monotone world I'm in is not where I ought to be. Though, now that I think about it, the fact that I know something about colours means that they must exist... but where? Or do they? Where are they? Where the hell am I?! Though why I'm thinking about this all I have no fucking clue. Maybe it's just my rationality trying to bundle as much knowledge together in the attempt to keep my sanity from slipping, or maybe I've already lost my mind! Who knows! Because, I sure as hell don't know anymore and I can't fully decide if I really want to know.

All I know is that I should keep running. I must find somewhere to hide far from here before they find me. I just need... need to catch my breath, for a short moment at least.

Collapsing behind a large and black rock with my chest heaving and my face dripping with sweat, I set my utterly confused and terrified head against the cold boulder. I try for the moment to catch my breath... but it's not doing much good. I just can't slow down my heart and my paranoia keeps me from shutting my eyes any longer than a blink, but I suppose it's all for a good cause. Barely I was able to escape from those... things, whatever they are. My hands, they're shaking so badly that they're almost vibrating with nerves and my hat... well, if you can call this thing a hat! It looks more like a floppy, useless, black piece of material that sits on my head! Why am I even wearing this thing? It doesn't even cover my entire head! Oh well, back on my head you go floppy, floppy black hat! Well, the fact that my hat thing is greyish-black comes with little surprise, considering that my entire outfit consists of a fascinating black and grey palate. I mean... this world, wherever it is, has been completely leached of colour and why this bothers me so much I can't quite pinpoint. I just know, deep down... that it's wrong! I can feel it, right in the pit of my stomach I know that where I am is just... wrong.

With my back against the coldness of the large rock, I dare to take the moment to look around me at the landscape rather than fleetingly taking in obstacles to avoid as I ran. The trees around me are so gnarled, twisted, and lifeless, standing like frozen sentinels of misery and catastrophe in this world of shadows. Such lovely scenery; an ideal local for any holiday! The heavy sigh from my mouth fills the still air and slowly my breathing steadies while my mind registers the day's events thus far.

As I mentioned I woke up alone. When I woke up it was from my own screaming from some dark nightmare that was filled with fire and ice; however, the moment my eyes snapped open to stare up at a nasty and angry sky my memory was erased, as was my identity. My entire body was aching and sore, filled with the echoes of strain and pain, yet my head was empty and devoid of everything. I had panicked, sitting up to hysterically to look around me and like a fool I continued to scream and shout in alarm. As I cried out, I frantically began to feel all over myself: my arms, my legs, my chest, and my face, to see if they were real. The cold thought that I might just disappear right then and there wouldn't vanish from my mind. My voice echoed across the grey landscape, filling it with noise and stirring the musty air with vibrations. It was during those frenzied first moments of my screaming that they heard me. I was such an idiot! I drew them to me... I know that now. It was the first howl that had finally shut me up, freezing my mouth open, my tongue became a ghost and turned the blood in my veins into ice from fright.