3 Bokoblins Begone

I did not get any sleep.

That was the worst night of my life. I have never experienced a cold like that before.

The whole hellish night was comprised of me carefully rationing out my limited number of spicy peppers, and building a mound of the scarce leaves and grass around me.

But I must stay positive! I will get out of this desert, then maybe come back for some recreational Gerudo homicide, as they did basically kill me.

Just as the sun is starting to break the horizon, I get to work.

I now notice that my body is also covered in these white whirly tattoos, which are kind of cool I guess.

My grove was comprised of about sixty trees, as well as a small pond and stream where I can drink. Occasionally desert birds come there for the cool water. I had basically cleared the grove of valuable fruits, which I estimated would last me about four weeks.

First, I set to work building a structure. I find the largest tree in the grove and start digging a hole in an alcove in the roots, I am very small, so my home doesn't need to be anything too fancy.

By the time I'm done, the midday sun was blasting down on me, I have a small crevice under the tree where I keep my fruits.

My small hands are bleeding and bruised from this work, but something keeps pushing me forward.

I spend the afternoon gathering materials for a new creation I have in mind.

After three days of hard work and many failed attempts, I finally have a tiny Penobscot bow! Using leftover feathers from where the birds perch, I also made a couple of arrows.

Now I will practice my archery... and maybe I'll be eating birds tonight.

I feel ready after a couple of hours of shooting my little bow. Crouching low under the small amount of fauna around the oasis, I sneak up on a group of birds.

Taking aim at the biggest one, I let out a breath while releasing the taunt string.

My arrow flies straight and true right into the bird's leg... but the bird simply flies off, my child-sized arrow doing little to no damage.

I spend the rest of the scorching afternoon hunting smaller targets and return home with a small sparrow. It ain't much but its meat. THE BULK BEGINS NOW.

While roasting the little bird over a fire, I think about my future in this new world.

I do want to get out of the desert, but this oasis is pretty safe, and I don't have a lot of strength to make a long journey to Civilization. I will stay here until I have grown strong enough to make the journey out of here and figure out what to do once I reach civilization!

The next six months fly by in my Oasis.

My days are busy. I have started a fruit and vegetable garden, as they help me with the heat and cold. I also hunt birds, sand shrews, and foxes for protein.

While my arrows still do very little damage, I have learned to shoot much faster by nocking the arrow on the left side of the bow. Now I can pump a quail full of four arrows before it can even take off.

My little home has expanded, and I have a bag full of my prized possessions:

-Patchwork clothes made from the hides of critters I killed.

-My Penobscot bow, and a quiver full of arrows.

-A small flint sword

-A little flute I made from a reed

-3 Fire fruit - these seem rare, and I haven't been able to grow them, but I know from the game that they burst into fire when shot, so I'm careful with them.

On a particularly clear day, I saw something just above the clouds - A sky island. This further cemented my theory that I was currently in a mashup Zelda world with elements of both of the most recent games.

Pretty good hunt today. I found a nest of tarantulas; they taste like chicken if cooked well!

What I see when I round the corner of the large tree that is my home makes me drop the day's material gatherings.

Twenty feet away is a hulking monster. Its face is crammed into the small entrance to my home. I realize that it's a bokoblin, but it looks so different from the comical enemies in the games.

Its back is full of warts, and a layer of fat covers the strong muscles on the monster's back.

I slowly back up to the max range of my bow, not even daring to breathe as I grab my most powerful arrow - one with a fire fruit on its tip.

I climb a tree and fire the arrow, but my shaking hands make it fly off course.

The Bokoblin whirls around, revealing a gaping mouth full of yellow teeth. The monstrosity lowers onto all fours and starts galloping toward my location. I barrage it with arrows, but due to my nervousness, only four hit, not slowing it down at all.

It starts climbing my tree, and in a last-ditch attempt, I throw my two remaining fire fruit at the red bokoblin. The beast doesn't seem to feel pain, though, as it still advances on me while burning alive. I scoot as far as I can to the end of my branch. When the bokoblin tries to catch me by following me out across the branch, the wood snaps, sending us both to the ground.

I yell out in pain from the fall to the ground, but the Bokoblin must be dead now, right?

No, before I can get up, it is upon me, pinning my small body to the ground and leaning in to bite off my head in one piece. Drool and sulfuric breath spill onto my face.

Just as I'm about to die, the supreme pain, terror, and powerful urge for survival courses through my blood, and my white birthmarks glow purple. I jam my fingers into the bokoblin's eyes and feel some sort of energy flow from my body into the monster.

Purple sparks of electricity fly into the bokoblin's eye sockets, and it finally releases me. I quickly draw my flint sword and start desperately hacking at the blinded and burning monster.

Eventually, the monster falls onto my body, lifeless, and the smell of burnt meat fills the air.