You were on your way up Ploymus Mountain, hoping to make your way to Death Mountain from the northern shelf. You made it to the summit, a flat plateau of green grass, flowers, and seeming peace. You took a moment to sit on a rock and drink from your canteen, until, the ground shook with the roar of a massive beast. You dropped your water, spinning around. There by the pond was a Lynel, a shock arrow already nocked and aimed at you.

You freeze, panicking as it trots closer. You have neither the equipment nor the energy to fight a Lynel after the climb up the mountain. It snarls as it approaches, drawing its bowstring back.