One morning, you were exploring the Faron woods. You had packed a knapsack and took off into the woods armed with a small dagger, running into the thickening woods. The same woods you explored as a kid were now dark and dangerous, the monsters that had flocked to you were weak but there were so many of them that your hands were coated in blue blood from the Bokoblins and the Deku Baba's. You knew there was an abandoned temple in the heart of the woods, but you had been told repeatedly by your grandmother to never go in it, bad things happen and children disappear. But... you didn't want to listen anymore.

The closer you got to the vines covered temple the thicker the Deku Babas and the tougher the Bokoblins, it honestly seemed like a trial in and of itself. The hairs on the back of your neck rose, you spun around to look up at the tall trees around you. You could feel it. You were being watched. You had seen a glimpse of black and red before it vanished. You raise an eyebrow, "monster, whatever you are, come out and fight me!" You shout, lowering your stance, watching the trees you'd seen the glimpse of earlier.

You heard a branch snap behind you, you whip around, crouching down ready to defend yourself only to see a deer prance away. You wipe the sweat from your brow and stand upright, sighing softly. Your moment of relief is short-lived when an ice cold blade is pressed to your throat, a warm chest pressing against your back.

A large, gloved hand wraps around your wrist, squeezing tight, making you drop your dagger onto the dirt.

"Now, what have I found? Are you the new hero Hylia has created to protect her damned treasures?"

He whispers, in a deep rumbly voice that went straight down south in your core. Ghirahim.