The rooster crows, alerting everyone that it was time to start the day. Mid-Calamity, and the elders expect us to act like everything's the same, with monsters roaming every beach.
Not that I have ever known any different, of course. The Calamity has been around for a century, and I haven't even been around for twenty of those years. Almost, though. I'm sixteen by the way. Oh, yeah, by the way, I'm Monsoon, a Lurelin villager. I sigh and roll out of bed.
The best part about having no parents is that I get to do everything myself! Plant, harvest, and weed the garden, feed the sheep, fish, and hunt! So fun! (Can't you just smell the sarcasm?) well, the fishing and hunting isn't that bad.
I pull on my oldest tunic, one that I made about a year ago, and grab my backpack, filling it with my golden claymore, a soldier's bow I found in a chest while diving, a lot of arrows, and a nice shield. I walk down the beach and find a decent patch of water where there is a lot of fish swimming around, and shoot a shock arrow into that patch, successfully killing all of them.
I decided to skip going to the cooking pot today, and instead cut down a tree to build a fire. I make a couple of wooden spears and stick them in the sand. I swim out and grab the fish and impale them on the spears to roast. While they are cooking, I scale another tree and grab a palm fruit. When I get back, the fish is ready to eat. I skin one, and practically eat it whole. I panicked for a moment, worried that I would be late to getting to 'work' but realizing that today was my day off.
With other people and their days off, no one gets up until after lunch. For me, since I don't really relax, I practice fighting skills, so that if we have another monster invasion, we won't just hide in our houses until they get bored with our village and move on, like the invasion last year. I move to a different stretch of land and begin hitting at random crabs with a piece of wood. It doubles as fighting practice and gathering food. When I can find no more crabs, I move on.
After about two hours of close-combat fighting with a palm tree, I get bored and decide to move on. I wanna go monster hunting! Along the way, I grab a palm fruit, split it open, and drink the sweet milk inside of it. Right as I toss the shell away, I come upon my first monster camp.
This one contains a silver moblin, a black bokoblin, and a silver bokoblin, along with a blue and a couple of red ones. I know there is one up ahead that contains only a couple of blue ones, a red one, and a black one, so I decide to knock out that one before I kill myself trying to defeat that camp. While walking, I come upon a Guardian. It is always safe to check whether it's a live Guardian or not. This one was alive, so I killed it. Another couple of steps brought me to a dead one. I harvested the ancient core. I have no use for these, as the villagers have never seen one, and would probably be scared of them. I hear something explode, and I know that I really shouldn't go to see what it is, but I do anyway. I see a Guardian Stalker.
A Guardian Stalker is one of the most feared monsters around my home. I shoot bomb arrows from my place at the top of a rock. The Guardian can't see me, and I don't think it's laser range would reach up that high. Call me chicken, but I really don't want to get myself killed today. For the last hit on the guardian, I walk directly into its line of fire. I pull out a very eccentric-looking shield that I bought off of a Sheikah traveler. It fires at me, and I use the shield to bounce the beam back at the Guardian, successfully killing it.
Another ten minutes of walking, and I am at the camp. I shoot a fire arrow into the camp, killing all of the monsters in the explosion. I think I should explain something before I continue. I am descended from the goddess Hylia, or so I believe. If I am killed while defeating monsters or some other way, I will immediately respawn from where I was before dying. So if I were killed in the monster camp behind me, I would respawn a couple hundred feet behind it. If I drowned, I would respawn in ankle deep water.
I went back to the camp behind me, the one with so many white bokoblins, and with a couple of fire arrows, I have knocked out the simple red ones and the blue ones as well as the black one. I shoot a bomb arrow into the head of the remaining white bokoblin, and while it is on the ground, I hit the moblin several times, therefore killing it. The white bokoblin recovered, and I responded by putting a spear through its head, killing it.
I picked up the spoils of the camp, the white bokoblin dropping a sapphire and a diamond of all things. I head back, unable to do anything with these, as the villagers have no use for shiny things. I decided to keep them though, because, hey, who knows what I could get? All at once, it struck me. I knew what I had to do.
Well, more like what I wanted to do. This isn't some great romantically adventurous story here. This is purely adventure. Anyways, I figured that if I wanted to do something with my life, I would have to leave the village.