You run through Tumlea Heights, trying to escape a Moblin. You duck under a low tree, but slip down a steep hill and fall onto the grass, grazing your knee. You hear footsteps approaching you, thinking it’s the Moblin. You grab a stick and took a strike at the figure. To your surprise you hear a deep groan. You look up slightly and see a young man around your age stumbling back, covering his face in slight pain. He glances down at you and glares daggers into your soul

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