Short Story Bokoblins

"Bokoblins."
"What?"
"Bokoblins, they are enemies. They are trying to get Link, and they....it 's a long story." I peeked around the rock pillar and peered again the Bokoblin camp. It wasn 't much to be honest, a bunch of shanty and crudely constructed dome wooden buildings. but for creatures that have an obession with undergarments, it was enough for them, I guess. They were using coals, no doubt dug up from near the lava streams that we had crossed over. Execpt there were few Bokoblins. The camp was entirely desereted, execpt for a few discarded clubs that I reconized as similar to those from the Faron Woods. Someone had already come this way, but it couldn 't be Ghirahim. The two or three charged at us, screeching their usual cries.

"Zelda, are you just going to go wandering..." As I walked, I noticed a knife, lodged in one of the buildings wooden support poles. I tried to pull it out from the pole, but the pole threatened to topple. I grabbed it with one hand, and it began to glow and steam. I jumped back again, stunned that what had happened early this morning had occurred twice within less than three hours. My hands were glowing again, faintly in the morning light. Panic was now threatening to seize me; I needed to talk to the Old Woman in the Sealed Grounds, as Fi had called them, immediately. Even though she hadn 't been very forthcoming, I had a feeling that she knew more than she had let on. I hid my hands in the folds of my white dress, afraid of what Karane might say if she saw them. I was shaking, not because I was cold, but I was frightened. What else might happen on my quest? I badly needed to talk to Impa or the Old Woman, but they were both who knows were. I extracted my hands and examined them. The light had faded so I cautiously gripped the pole again. It didn 't do anything out of the ordinary, so I pulled the knife out from the pole and examined it more closely. I 'd seen these knives before, on the belt of a woman who could wield them