Day One: Part 1

[Strazio Rockwell]

The dull pain of failure hit me again, or rather that pig-faced bastard Ganondorf hit me again. The monstrous creature cracked me hard enough to go flying through the nearby school. Several well-placed desks stopped my flight as I crashed through them and landed against the wall with a pathetic thud. Leftover energy from the Avatar of Rage crackled across my body and singed my remaining un-burned flesh. Blood dripped from my good hand and my broken arm throbbed in excruciating pain.

“Fuck”

Every bone in my body creaked from the strain as I stood up, the Avatar took a terrible toll on my body and Ganon’s strikes rocked me to the the core. The mere thought of the red-haired prick sent hot magma coursing through my veins. “When I get out of here” I seethed with a quiet rage I hadn’t felt in a long, long time “I’ll rip him to shreds and swallow every last piece.” That kind of fury was a rare and quiet type. It smoldered and burned slowly and consumed my mind with hatred. Even with my dampened powers I could still feel the magick sparking through my veins, trying to escape through dampener. “Fuck!” my temper finally boiled over and I punched a desk with all of my might, crashing through the dry wood and sending splinters across the cracked linoleum.

Silence, an eerie silence followed my outburst and swallowed the battlefield. Everyone was either dead or incapacitated at this point. A sense of urgency overcame my rage; I needed to get out of this hot zone before shit got worse, my vendetta could wait. The exit to the school was nearby and I staggered towards it, kicking up dust as stumbled through the hallway. Blood dripped from my mangle hand and left a trail to follow, but I was too exhausted to care. Looking back one last time at the battlefield I managed to smirk slightly. Even though this competition was one perturbation after another I would be lying if I didn’t say I was having fun.

The trek through the forest was rough, but I headed back to where I had landed after being mauled by Ganon’s dragon. From there I would head north and hit the coast, hopefully I could get some breathing room and lick my wounds. At the very least I could die peacefully on a beach. The beach was nice, in fact it was almost idyllic. My stomach growled at me and I growled back. The last thing I needed was hunger pains.

“Just a moment” I sighed and closed my eyes, leaned against a beached rock “I...I need to rest.”