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Chapter 6.6

As you shook, every flash of that day would make you flinch and almost cower in fear.

It had been a while since you felt that... fear.
Now that you were thinking about it, every time you fought.. even in the face of death.. you were never scared.

You had your mother to thank for that, she taught you to never be afraid.

She taught you a lot, how to play the guitar, how to cook, how to identify certain plants, how to ride a horse, hunt and so on.
A plethora of wondrous memories flooded in suddenly, some of the days were filled with laughter and joy while others were laden with important and helpful lessons.

From the first time you layed eyes upon a medieval festival to the day you managed to hunt down a boar, calling out to your mother with a look of surprise along with a hint of pride bubbling up inside your chest.

Then one day slips by, one where the two of you sat by the fireplace, carving away at your own piece of wood.
You look up to see a beautiful statue of a woman caressing a harp in one hand, the other gliding across the harps thin and tediously carved strings.

"That's amazing, ma!"

"Thank you, sweetie."

You then stare at yours held loosely in your badly cut hand, a poorly carved bear on its hind legs, roaring out into the vast wild.

"I wish I was that good..."

"Oh sweetheart... Give it a few more tries?"

"....ok, as long as we have more plasters and bandages."

She briefly pat's the top of a metal tin, holding numerous medical supplies.
You then smile nervously before lowering a knife in your other hand towards the carving and continue.

Just as you started to get the hang of it, the tension between your blade and the wood builds up and your force it with a hint of frustration before losing your grip on the carving, slicing your thumb open before forcing you to drop the knife.

You winced and groaned both in pain as a little anger began to fester inside you.
Before you could make a sound, your mother had your hand in her gentle grip and was dabbling some cotton onto the cut as tears threatened to rush down your cheeks.

"(Y/n), you don't have to be perfect at everything, just take your time to think and then act on it.

Picture the thing you want to carve and let your hand follow."

As she wraps another plaster around your thumb, you stare at your carving, befuddled by her words.

She picked her carving back up before holding it out to show you how she gently and calmly guided her knife along the wood.

"Think about it like this..
You cant force someone to like you, all you can do is be patient and to let them get to know you and for you to get to know them."

You nod, just barely understanding what she ment and start to carve away at the wooden bear.
Now, instead of repeating the same mistake, you took your time and let the blade glide against the wood.

As you started to enjoy the memory, you get ripped back to reality as your body shook violently and tears rolled back down your cheeks.

"Fuck... im so sorry..."

Meanwhile in the castle

Zelda had witnessed the entirety of your memory, wanting to know why you, Mipha and Revali were taking so long ,only to be shook to her core and left speechless as she watched a group of four cast in the menacing light of a burning house as a woman screamed out into the night.

Urbosa was with her as well, having returned early after discovering something very important from her return to the gerudo desert.

"Thats his- was.. his mother, isnt it?"

"I believe so.."

She then shuts it off and places the sheikah slate aside, troubled with a decision she hadnt considered yet.

"Should we tell him about this?"

"I agree, little bird... I think it would be for the best."

The next morning

Mipha had made her way down to the stables in the early morning dew, wanting to discuss more about about looking for leads but as she neared the entrance, she noticed that Fortan was no where to be seen and all she found upon entering was your bag and spear.. but not your bow.

Where you were, no one knew as you had disappeared out of sight, using the cover of darkness to be alone.

You and Fortan were traversing the outer circle of the village, soon finding that the air was growing cold and brisk to the touch, confirming you had made a sound investment buying that tunic in kakariko.

Then it hit you.. None of the others were even barely equipt to take on this place, let alone the elements.

unfortunately, that would have to wait.. you just needed some time to think away from prying eyes and that.. was a far cry from what you got.

A loud screech emanated off in the distance as two horses barrelled towards you, bokoblins mounted on top with feeble spears made of wood and bone. Before either one could reach you, you haul back on Fortans reigns, pulling off to the side to circle around.

The two follow in pursuit, still screeching out at the top of their lungs while you readied your bow and trained it on them, you then let an arrow sumon itself and let it loose, aiming for the chest.

It was slightly off as Forton bobbed and waded through the deep snow, causing the arrow to land in one of the bokoblins shoulders, piercing through skin and settling deep inside.