#principesidon

The first thing he noticed was a dull throb in his head, then the feeling of water soaking his feet. He had expected to hear the King of Red Lions speaking to him, he had expected to smell the sea but he didn’t. That’s what caused the young boy to sit up in a flash. 

His eyes scanned around the area, his eyes wide in shock. The reason why he couldn’t smell the sea became obvious. This was a lake. That there laid the problem. He had seen ponds in his travels but never anything quite this size. Water always surrounded the islands. The land never surrounded the water. 

Instinctively, Link reached for the Master Sword, feeling some comfort that he hadn’t lost it. Next his hand went to the Mirror Shield, it was still there, good. Finally his hand searched for the Wind Waker. It was where it always was. 

Now, next problem, finding the King of Red Lions and where he was. 

“King! King of Red Lions!”

Scanning over the lake seemed to do little good, his boat and mentor simply wasn’t there. The only thing keeping Link from outright panicking was the fact that there seemed to be a castle of sort that glowed a calming blue. 

Perhaps they’d know something! But, right now, he was only gasping at straws to understand where he was. The young boy pushed himself onto his own two feet and walked up the hill towards the castle. 

Whatever that thing was underwater, Link was intent on figuring it out. From the shore, he could see a glimmering piece of silver, long like a sword, but rounded like a staff. Maybe it was some kind of switch? Or a lost artifact? Hyrule was full of these sorts of things, so anything was possible.

The little adventurer ducked his head beneath the surface to try and gain a better glimpse of the item, but it still wasn’t clear, other than the fact that it was wedged under some large rocks. There was a way to get closer, but Link hesitated. Swimming wasn’t his strong suit. 

Yet the waters were calm, clear, and held no sign of anything dangerous lurking below. Why not take a chance? With a deep breath, the boy somersaulted over the edge, and kicked off of the banks for a quick launch deeper. He could finally reach out and touch the object to grasp it firmly. If he had to guess what it was now, he’d put his money on it being a lever---but for what? He tried pulling, but it seemed like the rocks had a tighter clasp than he could get underwater. He tugged more, and even tried kicking it for good measure to no avail.

     Last night was the rise of the blood moon, which mean the Lynel atop the mountain came back. Link was in need of more supplies and he had been in the area, so he took it upon himself to defeat the beast near Zora's Domain. It was tougher than he remembered; or maybe that was due to his lack of supplies. Now it is dead again, but not without getting in a few good hits. Link has no choice but to rest before traveling anymore.      He arrives at Zora's Domain tattered and bruised. When he sees the zora prince he offers a tired smile and waves.