NIGHT 66: North of the Institute

[his_legacy]

[From here]

Link could hardly see the ground as he hit it with a small splash, collapsing himself into a roll to break his fall. This ground was uneven compared to the courtyard and playing field. It was like landing in a grassier version of Death Mountain.

By now, the rain had soaked through to his skin. He was shivering.

The Hylian boy tried and failed to take in his surroundings. The darkness was just as bad out here. If not worse. The air smelled heavy, as if there was a dense fog settled around them. He took a glance to the east, where Sora had told him the river supposedly lay, before looking back up the wall to wait for Sechs.

This was not going to be an easy trek.

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[stop_the_rain]

Getting down didn't go much easier than getting up, but Murphy didn't care. He was over the damned wall, and the worst he had to show for it was scraped palms. He could live with that.

The ex-con got down just in time to see Scar struggle to his feet, and averted his eyes politely. The ground was a mess out here, he wasn't surprised one of them went down. He'd eaten plenty of mud in Silent Hill, struggling over the sodden, slippery ground...

This was starting to get a little familiar for comfort.

"Well, we made it," he said, raking his wet hair out of his eyes. Not that there was much interesting right out here. Further beyond...who could say?