"Nghhhh, no grandma, five more minutes..." Linkle grumbled, half awake, as someone began shouting. She tried to roll over and pull the covers up over her head to ward off the morning sun only to have something sharp jab her in the kidney. Her eyes flew open and she quickly sat up, clutching her side and picking up the crossbow that she'd rolled over onto. Had she gotten so tried from practice that she'd just flopped into bed with them again? Linkle looked around, rubbing the sleep from her eyes to try and confirm that what she was seeing wasn't some blurry mirage. This wasn't her bed! This was some sort of foreboding hill. What in the...no, hold on! The last thing she remembered was...cheering. A party? The castle! She'd just save Hyrule Castle, so could that have something to do with this? She had heard Lon Lon Milk could really mess with you if you drank a little to much of it, but, no, no, none of these people lying around had been at the castle. She'd definitely remember that big turtle monster if he'd been there so what had happened, where was she, and what was that cute little onion looking thing freaking out abou- "Oh no..." she gasped, stumbling stiffly to her feet leaving the crossbows where they'd fallen in the dirt. It was just like she thought. The onion thing was tending to a pink thing, but the pink thing wasn't just a thing it was a person she could tell because it had eyes and a mouth and oh goddesses there was a sword shoved right through its mouth. As she watched one of the others that had pulled himself up stepped up and was trying to do...something. Despite his warnings to the contrary Linkle stumble-ran forward, past the metal lady, to pear over his shoulder at his work. She couldn't make heads or tails of what he was trying to do, but felt like she had to do something to help. "Is it bleeding? I don't think it is." she asked, kneeling down and hesitantly reaching out and gripping it's little pink nub between her fingers. "Hey, can you hear me? Listen, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay." She looked around at the others, desperately, as if to ask "right? It will, right?" That was about when the sword was ceremoniously yanked out of him. Linkle gasped and pulled back from the pink thing, jumping to her feet and spotting the guy with the sword a few feet away...next to her crossbows. "Why would you do that?" she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and rising anger.