Snippet #1795532

Lucas looked down at Tyler. He looked young. More so he looked like a native of the south, Hyrule field was no place for a Kokiri. He would be much safer in Kakariko. Goddess’s knew how he had come to find himself here, but Lucas was no baby sitter. He decided to go with his better judgement, he hadn’t earlier and now Gerudo soldiers could be on the lookout for his face.
“Sorry Kid” Lucas said “Hyrule field is no place for fairy boy. Here.” He flicked a small bag of ten rupees in his direction. “Hope that helps, but I won’t be responsible for runaways. I got enough trouble.”
Before the child could speak again Lucas approached his cart and jumped into the front seat. With that his horse began to gently trod off into the distant dark of Hyrule field.
The night on Hyrule Field had been rough slept but otherwise okay. A few armed Gerudo had passed his way but he hadn’t recognised them and they were most defiantly not the ones from Kakariko. Didn’t stop him from hiding his face though. He had set out with no clear destination. His plan for the next couple of weeks had been abruptly torn apart with the raid on Kakariko and Lucas had to quickly form another whilst on the move. He was half way to Lon Lon Ranch when he changed his mind. He had to think business, he had a good quality Lute in his possession and he had to think of a place he could sell. If in doubt it was his smuggling that decided his direction upon the field, castle town would be too hot to enter right now; the Gerudo might have bought it if he hadn’t decided to show his face to their soldiers before kicking one in the ribs. The west was a no go. He finally settled upon Lake Hylia. The people there were relatively relaxed about his trade and even if he couldn’t find a buyer there the Zora always had an eye for musical instruments.
“Might as well” Lucas thought to himself “No other options really open for me.”
With that thought he turned his horse and cart around and set out for the east. It took most of the day and Lucas feared he would still be upon the field when darkness came. He was no longer on one of his safe routes. He found himself entertaining thoughts of travelling west one day, to the Gerudo, and enquiring about the music girl. Why had they taken her? Something about it had just seemed wrong to him. He knew realistically he probably wouldn’t. But he had noticed the westward march of the soldiers, and their obvious Gerudo features. They were obviously heading to the western deserts. Lucas knew this but refused to act on it. It wasn’t his business.
Thankfully he arrived at Lake Hylia just before nightfall, he set up camp at its edge. He lit a luminous fire upon its banks and began cooking. At least he would get a decent meal tonight. He looked around, all was quiet. He thought about the music girl and the Lute in his possession. Then he sighed deeply.
“When did life become such a pain in the neck...”