The next day came but not a beam of light | Because the blinds were shut
[There was a darkness in the air here. The atmosphere of the Kakariko Graveyard in his time was peaceful, the gentle rest of the dead carried upon sleepy whispers in the wind; once passionate souls laid into soft untroubled slumber. But here.. it felt as though eternal sleep had been interrupted many centuries over.
The gnawing of death upon the living was supposed to end when one entered a graveyard. But instead it felt as though a murderous arm extended from this place. Link had been expecting this setting to offer some kind of shelter and time to think, but it placed within him a profound sense of uneasiness.
This graveyard was hungry for death.
He'd wanted to, but he couldn't bring himself to speak a word of prayer in a place like this.
Link stood before the cracked headstone on the far end of the graveyard. A great gaping hole gasped in the ground before it. Scorch marks touched the ground all around the headstone- the grave marker had been struck by a powerful bolt of lightning. Something important had happened here a very long time ago. He could feel it. Somehow, he didn't know how.. but he could.
The Hero of Light and Shadow stared down into the seemingly endless darkness that lead down into the mausoleum beneath the tombstone. The mystery of it beckoned seductively, but he was immediately wary of it.
It, the cold and ominous darkness in the stale air steadily leaking out. The ragged wheeze of death.]
The gnawing of death upon the living was supposed to end when one entered a graveyard. But instead it felt as though a murderous arm extended from this place. Link had been expecting this setting to offer some kind of shelter and time to think, but it placed within him a profound sense of uneasiness.
This graveyard was hungry for death.
He'd wanted to, but he couldn't bring himself to speak a word of prayer in a place like this.
Link stood before the cracked headstone on the far end of the graveyard. A great gaping hole gasped in the ground before it. Scorch marks touched the ground all around the headstone- the grave marker had been struck by a powerful bolt of lightning. Something important had happened here a very long time ago. He could feel it. Somehow, he didn't know how.. but he could.
The Hero of Light and Shadow stared down into the seemingly endless darkness that lead down into the mausoleum beneath the tombstone. The mystery of it beckoned seductively, but he was immediately wary of it.
It, the cold and ominous darkness in the stale air steadily leaking out. The ragged wheeze of death.]