Bunny Link

I wake up on a cold stone floor. I struggle for a second to remember where I am, and then I realize I'm in a dungeon. I was trying to find a way out of the Dark World, but got attacked and managed to hide in this dungeon. I stand up unsteadily, my new body still feeling unfamiliar. Ooh, will I ever get used to this? Everything feels so weird... Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming from a doorway at the far end of the room. Worried that it might be some of Ganondorf's minions, I hide behind a nearby stone block. I consider peeking over the top of it, but it's too tall for me to see over and I realize my rabbit ears would give me away. I press my back to the block and try to slow my breathing in an attempt to be as silent as possible.

I wake up in a dimly lit stone room, not much bigger than a closet. The gray light of dawn filters in through a tiny barred window set high in the wall to my left. Across from me is a heavy wooden door. I stand up and try to walk to the door, but I feel something pulling on my leg and I fall to the cold stone floor. I realize that there's a metal shackle around my ankle, keeping me chained to the wall. As the fog clears from my mind, I remember that I was attacked by moblins. They must've knocked me out and taken me here. Help! Can anyone hear me? I desperately cry out for help, hoping that someone will hear me through the window, but it's hopeless. Nobody but the moblins that captured me know I'm here.

As dusk settles over the forest, I realize I'm hopelessly lost. The underbrush is thick and the trees overhead block out what little remains of the sunlight. Exhausted from hours of walking and multiple close encounters where I was nearly caught by Ganondorf's minions, I decide to stop and rest. I sit down against a tree and close my eyes. However, I can't sleep, as I'm too nervous about being unprotected and defenseless in this forest so late at night. To make everything worse, it starts to rain. The tree protects me a little bit, but before long my fur is soaked with rainwater and I'm shivering. I hate being a bunny... Miserable, cold, and utterly alone, I start crying softly in the darkness.