Waking of Saturday, March 11, 2017 ~ 6
I really think I should have used Prince
Sidon’s elixir more effectively—that is to say at all.
Because I tend to save special
things until I really, really, really
desperately need them, and I’m afraid to waste them because what if
something worse lies farther on?
And so they never get used.
But those Lizalfos archers with the
Shock Arrows....
They cost me a very important shield I had picked up earlier—it could deflect
Guardian blasts!
DANG THOSE LIZALFOS—NO MERCY
HENCEFORTH SHALL THEY FIND FROM ME.
But....
At whiles, Prince Sidon would call
to me from the water, and let me know how I was progressing, how far I was
along the route....
And he would always end with
encouraging words for me.
“DON’T GIVE UP! I BELIEVE IN YOU!”
“KEEP GOING! YOU CAN DO IT!”
That
sparkling Zora grin now REALLY....
He really does make a fine leader
among his people I think. Or I expect he would; I’ve yet to find out. But I can
only imagine what manner of respect a Prince would give his own people, who
treats an outsider with such praise and encouragement. It seems no facade to
me. And he came downriver to search too.
On a high bridge very near the end
of the road, he gave me further guidance and encouragement—and then suddenly
broke off to warn me that an enemy approached from my rear....!
I turned—
Black
moblin—
Oh no, I’d avoided these ones,
always managed to avoid these ones except with bombs or arrows, but now....
I had nothing for it, I unsheathed
my strongest, fastest weapon and went to it—and....
Perhaps it’s because I’ve been
finding stronger and stronger weapons lately.... he did manage to strike me
once or twice—and it hurt—but he went
down smoother than that first one with the hammer had done.
Well that was encouraging. I could handle them after all.
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