I basically stayed a crying wreck for the rest of the night. What was I supposed to do? Just tell them that I was sent here to kill them? Of course not.

A party was held until probably one in the morning, until I managed to fall asleep standing up. From there, Sheik decided to call it a night. He put me in the bed, and put some sheets that were never made on top. As soon as my cheek hit the pillow, I was out.

When I did wake up at eleven, Sheik practically dragged me out of bed despite my protests. Because it was late morning, we decided to call off breakfast and have brunch instead.

We took a basket, the one I collected my berries in, and filled it with some fruits, breads from the small bakery, and small cakes. I grabbed a sheet off of his bed, and folded it up under my arm. We're going on a picnic.

Sheik did get another tapestry, in case you're wondering. It's tradition that the tutor give his or her cloth to the student during the ceremony.

We walked out of the southern gate, to the thicket where game is wild and berries are abundant. What I've noticed is that the eastern entrance leads to the equestrian's field, and the western entrance goes to the equally giant field for assorted training. A few kilometers from the north entrance is Hyrule Field, and the southern entrance is for hunting. A river runs through it too, and that's where I lay down the blanket.

Next to the flowing blue river, rippling over the rocks, more than twenty feet deep. Sheik puts down the basket, and we both grab a pastry to eat.

"Even though you're officially a Sheikah, we haven't covered everything. There's still some training left," he says between gulps of croissant.

"Like what?" I ask, and finish off my flatbread with only three bites. When I sleep in, I eat as much as a full-grown man.

"Well... Hunting. Today I'm going to teach you more about berries and plants," he says, and grabs for some dark berries. "Last time you knew what to pick, but we're going to get deeper."

"Okay. So no killing animals? Just plants?" I take a few berries from Sheik's palm, and pop them in my mouth.

"No killing. We'll also be looking at some medicinal herbs, like the ones we make potions out of."

I say a silent "oh" and we continue eating. The water rushing and splashing is one of the only sounds, accompanied by a chorus of morning birds chirping for their mothers. Even a few deer walk through the brush in the other side of the river, which is maybe fifty feet across. Not a wide river.

When all that remains in the basket is crumbs and a few stray berries, I fold up the blanket, and shove it in the basket. Sheik talks about how there are some plants that I don't want to touch, aka poison ivy and stinging nettle; and more varieties of berries to pick from.

Funny story, a few years ago when I was 14, Hope and I were both trying to land a hit on Luck. Hope jumped at her, and I was a few feet behind her, at my top speed. Luck hit Hope out of the air, straight at me; while I was going all-out. So it was a hard impact, and Hope and I were both sent into a bush of stinging nettle. I was squished in, and Hope tried to get off me as quickly as possible, before Luck ran and helped us out.

And if you haven't touched stinging nettle before, even a pinprick feels like you've been electrocuted. I was sore for the rest of the day.

Anyways, Sheik continues talking about the berries and plants; and now that I've decided to be one of the Sheikah, I actually pay attention. There's definitely a lot to learn, even in one sub-area of a larger area of study. I wonder how many years it took for Sheik to learn all of this. But then again, he grew up with the elders, so he had his whole life.

After an hour of talking passes, Sheik sets me off. We split up, and both look for plants. I go over the river and to the other side, and Sheik goes upstream. He said to just take one of each kind of plant that we are meant to find.

One has purple leaves and blue nectar. The second has red blossoms and an orange stem with many roots, and the last one is a green plant with teeth. Apparently, it eats bugs.

A few deer run past me, and some mice scavenge for food like I am. I find the one with purple leaves and blue nectar. It's really sticky, and I sadly get it all over my hand. I'm quite a ways away from the river, so there's no point in turning back just to wash it.

I try not to do anything with my left hand, because the sap is so sticky. But as I walk around for the next hour or so, I find nothing. The other two must be deeper. My feet start to ache a little, because all the climbing and uneven terrain is against anybody.

My feet pad against the moss, and I hop over logs. Because I'm so deep, I start to track my footsteps back so I'll know the way home. I stab a black dagger into the tree I'm next to, so I'll know. Even if I wanted to go back, I would take half an hour of running at my top speed.

I eventually walk to a field, closed in on all sides by thick branches. Only sparse glimpses of the sun shine through, illuminating everything like I'm in a fairytale. But the ground is covered with a carpet of red fluff... How strange.

Bending down, I look at tiny red flowers with orange stems, only an inch tall. Sheik didn't tell me they were this tiny! If I looked closer, I probably would've been able to find them in another area of the forest. But he also said they have many roots.

And with this many together like a clover field, that means all the roots will have grown together into a carpet. Damn it.

I grab the small plant with my fingers, and pull. It pops out easily. Well, that was convenient. But when I look down, I feel like cursing. The long roots are still in the Earth, forming a small tent from the tiny fibrous roots. Under the roots, it's just brown, thick, rich, humus.

And in the muddy dirt is those white berries! But they look slightly smushed together, and a little brownish. But that's to be expected when they are under the rug of roots. As I pull the plant up more, some of its red colleagues pop out of the ground as well, all part of the root blanket. A small rattle echoes through the air. Probably just the leaves in the wind.

An opening to the berries materializes between some roots, and before I realize what I'm doing, I reach out with my left hand. My sticky hand.

I grab the berries, and as soon as I do, I curse. "Damn it."

I pull my hand out, and hear a rattle. What? I pull more, and wrench them out from under the brush of roots. When I look closer, I shriek.

They weren't berries. They were scales. Of a rattlesnake.

The sap adheres it to my hand, and I shake my arm to get it loose. I fall onto my bottom and continue shaking it, but it slithers up my arm. I scream again, and stupidly grab it with my right hand.

When my fingers wrap around its abdomen, it whips around and sinks its jaws into my palm.

I feel white hot pain rip through my hand like it's just been set on fire. I shout again, and whip my hand. It lets go of my left arm, but keeps its teeth in my right hand, and wraps around my forearm.

Finally, I take out my Sheikahn Dagger and launch the blade under its mouth and between my skin, and rip it out. It hurts even more, and I grit my teeth. It finally unlocks its jaw, and falls to the ground. With a flick of my wrist, I launch a black dagger into its head, between the eyes; pinning it to the ground.

I slip my black dagger into my shoulder. My ragged breathing echoes through the field, and I look at my right hand. It has yellow stuff dripping from the two wide puncture marks, and my breathing catches. That can't be venom.

This can't be happening to me.

I get up, cradling my hand, and run at my top speed through the thicket. I jump over logs, and my breathing gets heavy. My lungs start to burn not even a minute into my race against death.

My palm has turned black around the bite, and the burning has travelled up to my elbow. All my surroundings start to go in and out of focus, and I trip and hit the ground. I quickly get back, but almost immediately hit the ground again and throw up.

My throat burns now, and after I'm done emptying my stomach, I start to run again. I pass the dagger in the tree, and know I'm going the right way.

But when I turn around, there are daggers in almost every tree. Now I'm hallucinating. Which one is the right way? I ignore it, and keep running. I start to heave again, but there's nothing left to vomit. My stomach starts to burn, and I keep running.

"Sheik!" I scream desperately, and I feel hot tears running down my face.

"Sheik, help me! Please! I need help!" I cry again, and trip. My head hits a rock, and my vision goes out again.

But I know I can't give up this easily.

I get up, but when I look up, I see the river. Where we had lunch.

"Sheik!" I scream at the top of my lungs, and I hear bushes rustle.

My fuzzy vision looks over, and I see Sheik run out of the bushes.

"Karma?!" He yells, and runs to my side. "Karma, what's wrong?"

I shakily hold up my right hand, and now my whole hand has turned black. He looks at it, and grabs my hand.

He takes his dagger and cuts over it, and presses his lips against it. He spits out blood, and continues to try and get what he can out of my arm. But my whole arm is burning now. It's gone too far into my bloodstream.

Sheik looks at me, and his red eyes look stressed and glassy.

"Karma, don't fall asleep on me. Don't close your eyes, Karma!" He shrieks, but I feel the darkness swallowing me.

I try to tell him that I won't, but I can't. My lips won't move. I try to move my fingers too, but they stay stiff.

The last of the darkness engulfs me as I fall over, paralyzed and unconscious.