K…..K…..L...
A surge of energy coursed through the body. Painful convulsions of the arms, legs, and torso follow. There was a desire, a need, to scream. No sound escaped from the wailing mouth, only pockets of air.
Eyes….
The. The mouth, the legs, the arms. No, mine. My legs, my arms, my mouth, my pain. I am me. A glowing light appeared faintly in the dark abyss stretched out before me.
Ink…..
Aryll? The glowing light glowed a little brighter before I can react, pain still shoots through my body. It felt like electricity running through every inch of me. Like something was being placed within. As the light consumed my vision, it quickly faded back into black.
Open your eyes.
Pain shot through my temple. "Knight Training" when I was young. A wooden sword striking me too hard. This hurts more. Who trained me? What is this voice? I felt a fluid descend past my eyes and ears, clearing both my sight and hearing. The bright lights, the whirring, it's all too strong. Theres something moving in the room. Metal and stone grating and moving in succession.
Wake up Link
No pain this time. Everything settled and quieted. I tried to push myself up. A slight resistance, but I managed. Looking around, the walls of the room were brown, stony and textured. They were ornamented with a strange swirl pattern that breaks and begins over and over. I got up from what seemed to be some sort of container. It almost looked like a coffin. My feet tensed at the sudden chill of the stone floor. Looking down, I see numerous scars on my body. Some long ones, short ones. All in different patterns of slashes, gashes or blunt wounds. One in particular catches my eye. a circular one on my chest that branches out. It aches just looking at it. I hold my fingers over it. I almost touch it when a strange circular pedestal glows with a bright blue across the room. Suddenly, the voice returned.
That is the Sheikah Slate. Take it. It will help you on your journey.
Journey? Sheikah Slate? I begin to walk over when my right leg collapses. My entire body feels unfamiliarly weak. It takes far too much effort to get myself up. look closer at the pedestal and see a small outline with a mysterious tablet placed within. As I approach, the tablet spins around, revealing a mysterious symbol that resembles an eye. It glows the same bright blue as everything else in this room, it's adorned with three triangles, resembling lashes, and a drooping rectangle hangs off the bottom. A small ribbed handle is pushed upwards and the tablet lies in a vertical position. Seeing as I have nothing but shorts, I'm not sure where I'd keep it. I grab a hold of it. Turning it around, the clear side of the Slate lights up and the same blue eye appears.
A small jolt of blue energy shoots from the eye towards my forehead. It strikes and jolts my head back.
Authenticating…Successful
Downloading Shrine of Resurrection Data LOG…
OBJECTIVE: RESTORATION
Evaluating Restorative Process…
Physical Restoration 54.9% Successful…
Running Physical Diagnostics…Assessing Remaining Damage…
Heartbeat…Restored
Brain Activity…Restored
Skin Tissue Restoration…72% Restored…WARNING: POSSIBLE SENSITIVITY TO EXTREME TEMPERATURES.
Damage Remaining in Right Arm…Functioning at 74% Efficiency
Muscle Tissue…100% Restored…UPDATE: INACTIVITY FOR *** YEARS RESULTING IN ATROPHY…CALCULATING NEW MUSCLE PERCENTAGE…30%
STAMINA AND HEALTH INCAPABLE OF RESTORATION TO PREVIOUSLY ATTAINED LEVEL. IN COMPARISON TO REFERENTIAL SCAN OF SUBJECT, ABILITY DAMAGED BY 84%...
Conclusion…COMPARED TO INITIAL SCANS OF SUBJECT, SUBJECT FUNCTIONING AT 14%. IN COMPARISON TO BEGINNING OF TREATMENT, HEALTH IS UP 500%...Programmed Goal: Restoration…Met
Running Mental Diagnostic.
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ERROR DATA CORRUPTED
Mental Restoration Improbable.,,
Searching for Precedent…Searching for Solution…
Conclusion: System to Assist Subject Navigate Environment Post Recovery… Initiating Creation.
ERROR AT 46% COMPLETION. Solution: Divert all current power into Systema creation and integration.
System Created: Initiated Systema Integration
System Integration 84.65% Successful….
Welcome…Link..
Shrine…OFFLINE
I couldn't stop myself from vomiting. Seeing words appear in the back of my mind like that was so jarring I collapsed against the wall. Welcome Link. Given the nature of the text, I would assume it meant it linked with me. But, that voice said it earlier too. Link. I think It's my name. In my wooze, the door next to the pedestal opened. I got myself back on my feet. I hesitantly reach for the slate again. Thankfully, it didn't shock me. Instead, when picking it up, more information filled my mind
The Sheikah Slate
A mysterious tablet with a glowing center. You've never seen this device before, and yet…there's something familiar about it.
Okay. That…is not useful information. I couldn't even figure out how to turn it on. After strapping to my side, I realize I have no other clothes except my shorts. Well, and this belt. I shiver a bit from the chill of the room. Then, a small thermometer materializes in the corner of my vision.
The needle shivers between a blue and clear section, presumably letting me know I'm getting too cold. That's new. What little memory I had never contained being able to see things like this. The only real thing I had to go off was my name, and I was given that part. I needed to find clothing. Luckily enough, two chests were conveniently in the next room.
Well-Worn Shirt
A thin shirt made long ago. It's coming apart at the seams, but it's better than nothing. The sleeves are a bit on the short side.
Well-Worn Pants
"These old trousers are threadbare in spots, but they're surprisingly comfortable. The legs are a bit too short, though."
The descriptions were fairly accurate. Monochromatic tan isn't my best, but it will have to do. In discovering this new clothing, I discovered that I didn't actually need to put it on. Simply touching the clothing placed it onto my body in a strange blue flash. Another neat trick of this "system" thing. The Sheikah Slate glowed the moment it happened. I still can't turn it on, however.
Up ahead lay more crates. There didn't seem to be any way to open them. I kept fiddling with them just to see if it had any other, perhaps clothing that was more flattering. Anything other than pure tan. I wonder how long I've been here. My body feels sore but also refreshed. It's a strange feeling. Feeling restless but also extremely well rested. At the end of a small room lies another pedestal, similar to the one in the last. Approaching it, she spoke again.
Hold the Sheikah Slate up to the pedestal. That will show you the way. The urge to respond flared up within me, but part of me knew I wouldn't get a response. I held up the Sheikah Slate, when it glowed with orange and blue. The colors were so vivid, I realized that they lept off the slate.
Authenticating…Sheilah Slate Confirmed
The voice of the "system" was slowly becoming more familiar in my mind. In response to the Slate, the pillars that formed the door began to retract. Glimmers of sunlight shined through until they revealed a wave of natural life. It felt good on my skin. Like I haven't felt it in a long time. Link,,, Before she could finish this time, I ran out the door. I exerted my body so much, a small green wheel began to f-.
Honestly. I didn't care. I rushed up the dirt covered steps. You are the Light. I reached the end of the steps. The room before me had a short wall leading to the outside. Our Light. Running to the short wall, I stepped into a small puddle. That must shine upon Hyrule once again. I held my hand out, and my hand seemed to cling to the wall. I didn't want to analyze exactly how I got over the wall so easily, but it didn't seem natural. Now, the outside light was blinding.
Now, go.
I shut my eyes tight, barreling towards the light. As my eyes adjusted, I felt the dew of morning grass graze my legs. My arms were lightly grazed by a few thin shrubs. I can tell I ran past a few trees by the pine scent. Chirping, chittering, scurrying, all sounds of nature. As my eyes finally fully adjusted, I realized I was moments away from running off a cliff. I barely managed to stop in time. Dirt kicking up from the ground. That's when it hit me. The beautiful breath of the wild. Part of me expected it to smell like salt for some reason. But it was purer than that. Looking off the cliff, I see fantastic things. A giant castle, a volcano, mountain ranges, all against a clear blue sky.
I needed to get my bearings. I didn't have time to gawk at horizons. Looking closer, the clearest landmark was a nearby church. The cliff I was on had a direct path there, through some more cliffsides. Something grazed my arm. I looked down and saw a strange purple mist sprouting from the ground. Then, she spoke again. Harsher this time.
Link....Run.
I could feel my hair stand on end. Looking behind me, near the entrance to the shrine, I saw it. A sickening wet mass of Miasma. It took the shape of a man. A large horrible man. He began to approach, his long hair training on the ground. The mist was sprouting faster now. The clouds began to shift rapidly as the sky darkened to a crimson red. The miasma was so thick that it clogged my breath. I fell to the ground, choking on the ichor. Strange hands appeared from the mist and held me upright, their touch burning my skin. The man drew a sword and approached.
Reality seemed to break apart with every step it took. A red energy crackled around him. The man was directly in front of me now. His entire being evil, maliced, demise. The green wheel in the corner of my vision began to shatter, the thermometer spinning quickly. With both hands, he raised his blade. Help. Help me! Help me please. I wanted to speak the words out loud, but the miasma was clouding my throat. I braced for death.
Suddenly, a flash of pure white light. I felt the evil disappear. The miasma fading, the man disappearing, the hands retreating. Unfortunately, the blast also knocked me backwards directly off the cliff. The fast descent made it hard to breathe once again. Given the last few minutes of events, my body was relying purely on instinct to survive this fall. Strangely, the only such instinct to prevail was to hold my arms out towards the ground. I closed my eyes and made an impact.