The Mountains of Illusion they were called, and for good reason. Of out of all of Hyrule's landmarks, these were the most deceptive, the most insane. Filled with illusions. Link walked carefully through the passes, eyes forward, chin out, mouth closed and sword out. At the ready. The illusions would come at any moment. He checked his compass: north. Good. Another 300257256 paces and he would be out of here, safe amidst the warm fires of Castle Braggoroglarlaerloch.

A scream to his right sounded. Link barely blinked. It was an illusion. Everything here was illusion. I have trained for this, he replied to the inner demon. I have trained and I have battled for years. I cannot be fooled. He walked on, eyes straight ahead.

There was smoke up ahead. Real smoke? It was not immediately apparent but the smell reached him soon enough. Oak, he thought. Someone was burning oak. It was an interesting smell and it reminded him of his youth. Actually it didn't. Link had no youth. He had been fighting, questing, on the hunt and being the hero since he could remember. He had no time for youth, for greatness was thrust upon him and Link, being great, took the mantle up without complaint, without so much as a word (for he was mute and had to teach himself how to talk by learning the grammatical patterns of his peers; nobody would teach him. HE TAUGHT HIMSELF). For this reason, Link was a hero. He had accomplished a lot in his life but he had to take into account how much he had yet to accomplish, which was an infinite amount. If we then divide his accomplished amount by infinity, we get an error. Link had accomplished NOTHING.

He shivered and shuddered. Such thoughts were the product of the Mountains of Illusion. He was better than this and yet here he was, succumbing to its power. That's how it went for the next 3 days. Okay cool.