~A deep dive into Warriors’s search for healing, and how Sky has something to do with it.
The sun had finally emerged in all its glory, sailing high above the forest on its journey across the cloudless sky. Light split open the lattice of branches to uncover a resplendent world beneath. The woods teemed with life in every direction: the perfect conditions for dispelling darkness in all its forms.
Still, it did little to cut through the jungle inside Warriors’s head.
He plodded through the dense Faron Woods, keeping pace behind Sky and Zelda. The two Skyloftians walked abreast on the trail, following a route known only to them. They were gabbing away about a mishmash of topics, smiley and spirited and brimming with good humor. But Warriors couldn’t keep up with any of it. Arcs of fire kept shooting through his midsection, partially relieved by the ice rod strapped to his hip. With his friends paving the way to the spring, his mind was freed up to its own devices, sorting through the noxious weeds entangling his sensibilities.
Darkness must not taint these hallowed grounds.
The voice bounced around inside his skull until it became thoroughly lodged in the snarl of weeds. He turned it over, picked it apart, parsing its every word.