I don't own Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. It belongs to Nintendo.

He was jailed. As in, in prison. He was a convict. He was a prisoner. He was a criminal.

He sighed, cursing himself for failing in his mission.

He chuckled, laughing about their immense stupidity.

From his tunic he produced a longshot, a key element in his escape. He pulled the trigger inside of the item's handle, a hook bursting from the contraption. It lodged itself in the wooden roof of the prison cell. He barely had time to brace himself as he was yanked from the ground. He landed neatly on the windowsill. This was where he surveyed the land.

He felt hot. It was a burning heat unlike the sultry weather of the coastal base of the desert bandit's counterparts. Sweat formed at the back of his neck. He began to pant. He wondered why. He then remembered that he was wearing quite a bit of clothing.

Disregarding this factor, he looked at the guards. They were dressed strangely, and they all carried a long spear, each topped with a curved blade. He sighed. Thinking quickly, he drew a handful of Deku nuts from his pocket and thew them with intense accuracy at each guard, stunning them.

Smiling, he tossed himself down from the windowsill. He landed with a roll, completely unharmed. This was when he marched into the base and freed the carpenters.