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[Ugh. Link woke up in the middle of the night, mouth dry. He'd been feeling antsy lately, thanks to the tense atmosphere that was invading the village, and now it was bothering his sleep. Well, no use sitting and pouting in his bed for the rest of the night. The least he could do was get something to drink and try to go back to bed.
He stepped out of his room, tiptoeing and sidling against walls to make sure he wouldn't wake up his new roommates. (It was a great opportunity to see how quiet he could be. Who wouldn't be proud of being able to sneak past a princess and a legendary hero?) After making it through the living room, he slowly went out the door and down the hallway.
It was a little dark, but it wasn't too bad. He just needed to get to the kitchen that everybody used. Climbing up to the cabinet that had glasses to use, he grabbed one and filled it with fresh water from the tap. He gulped down the water quickly and happily.
He didn't hear them come up the stairs, but he caught one of them at the last minute from the corner of his eye. It was too dark for him to see properly, but he could tell when something was lunging for him aggressively. His fighting instinct kicked in, and he immediately threw the cup he was holding at the enemy. It didn't do much other than to bounce off and shatter onto the ground. And it certainly didn't stop the other figures from reaching for him.
Without any of his weapons, he was just another struggling kid. No matter how much he shouted or fought, he was easily overwhelmed, knocked out, and then taken away. By the next morning, all that was left was an open cabinet and broken glass on the floor.]
He stepped out of his room, tiptoeing and sidling against walls to make sure he wouldn't wake up his new roommates. (It was a great opportunity to see how quiet he could be. Who wouldn't be proud of being able to sneak past a princess and a legendary hero?) After making it through the living room, he slowly went out the door and down the hallway.
It was a little dark, but it wasn't too bad. He just needed to get to the kitchen that everybody used. Climbing up to the cabinet that had glasses to use, he grabbed one and filled it with fresh water from the tap. He gulped down the water quickly and happily.
He didn't hear them come up the stairs, but he caught one of them at the last minute from the corner of his eye. It was too dark for him to see properly, but he could tell when something was lunging for him aggressively. His fighting instinct kicked in, and he immediately threw the cup he was holding at the enemy. It didn't do much other than to bounce off and shatter onto the ground. And it certainly didn't stop the other figures from reaching for him.
Without any of his weapons, he was just another struggling kid. No matter how much he shouted or fought, he was easily overwhelmed, knocked out, and then taken away. By the next morning, all that was left was an open cabinet and broken glass on the floor.]