[u][b]Haiko[/b][/u]
[b]Location:[/b] Castle Town
[b]Mentions:[/b] Like fucking everybody, but only in passing
[b]Interactions:[/b] Open

Haiko had his knees drawn up to his chest. His entire body shuddered as he tried to hold in any sobs. He was terrified beyond belief, and his head pounded as his thoughts raced through it. The boy’s grip on his arms tightened as he tried to keep himself grounded. He felt so scared, but also furious. He was enraged at himself.

[i]Look at yourself, you’re going to die here all alone without ever doing anything with your life.[/i]

Haiko continued to seethe while thinking to himself. The thing that upset him the most was that he was alone. He continued to get angry- his clothes were damp and he could feel himself violently shaking from the cold. He was going to die alone, cold, wet, and in a sewer. Haiko sniffed loudly, furrowing his brow. What a pathetic way to go out.

He felt cramped in the cobblestone alcove, it was so small he had to stay hunched over. His eyes flicked from figure to figure who passed him by. He tensed each time, waiting for one of them to notice him, but none did...yet- He only wished he had his dagger… The staff he carried on his back wasn’t nearly as intimidating, or good at inflicting damage. Regardless, he wasn’t sure what’d happen if he was confronted. Haiko thought about surrendering. He always was a coward, anyway...

A whizzing sound made him look up from his hiding spot. Lodged in one of the metal bars, barely an inch from his nose, was a shuriken. Haiko recoiled, stuffing his neck into his body like an awkward turtle. He watched in surprise as the bars that once blocked his path drooped and fell apart. Incredible! If that hit him, he was sure his flesh would’ve melted off his body. Regardless, he saw his opportunity to skedaddle, and by god was he going to take it. Not even bothering to see where the throwing came from, he slipped through the now broken bars and into the moat. 


The water was cold- colder than the water in the alley. His waterlogged clothes made him feel heavy and sluggish, but he pushed onward to swim to the other side. The water was black, but it reflected the light of a few fires that danced in the town. It was like a sparkling portal into hell. The was behind him began to crumble with a sickening crash. He didn’t see what caused the explosion, but the sound made his ears ring. Chunks of rock and debris flew in all directions. Haiko plunged his head into the water as rubble rained down from above. 

When he resurfaced, he watched a giant horse streak across Hyrule Field, and from behind it, a raging fire. What a terrifying sight! He clawed at the moat’s bank, trying to heave himself up. Slippery from the water, he lost his grip. Rocks tore at his fingertips and knees as he slid back down into the water. By now Haiko was exhausted from swimming, and he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to climb out. Water found its way up his nose and he began coughing. He wasn’t sure what was worse, death by drowning or burning alive.