OCARINA OF TIME: THE NIGHTMARE
Rain. Thunder. Lightning.
With each new army of droplets, a jarring bolt lit the vast sky of night. The cold air chilled his bones. He had never been here before, on a field of muddy green, the water soaking into his shoes, drenching his clothes, clinging to his hair. The wet tendrils sucked to his face, and his blue eyes gazed into the plain.
He was not at home. He did not know which way home was. He was lost, with no clue as to how he had even come to be here.
Then a long creak sounded, one that pierced the night and sent a frigid tingle down his numbed nerves. Turning about, he saw it. A castle, large … luxurious. But on this night, the torches that framed the drawbridge bounced with malicious furor. The gate was coming down.
It all happened so fast. A loud neigh. A billowing white mane. Harsh steps on wet stone and messy ground. A woman holding a girl.
All he knew was that he had leapt out of the way.
As he brought himself back up, he watched as the noble horse carried its riders away … far away.
Another horse reared, and he quickly turned about. Without knowing how he knew, he came to realize this sight is what the other riders had feared. A pair of red eyes sunk deep into him, and he looked away from the beast. Fright consumed him, yet he was not
alone. Atop the steed sat another rider, this one male. But those dark, yellow eyes clinging to their lashes gazed down at him then.
His soul beat madly; he did not know what to do, how to escape.
But in that instant, everything was washed away…. Except those eyes. Those wicked demonic eyes….
And then … everything went dark and silent.