The forests in this time were nothing compared to their former glory. There was a time where every single leaf was the healthiest shade of green and every inch of tree bark looked as though the tree was just planted. Not that it mattered, Mercy knew nothing of those times. Nor did she care for those times. The only story, myth, or legend that mattered to her was what she was currently doing. For so long now it'd been the same deal; just fleeing. Ever since she'd lost her home and her people, it had always been the same thing day after day. She hated running away when she felt there were too many of them. A good day for her was to have the chance to kill off a patrol unit that may be looking for her, or looking for anyone for that matter. She didn't segregate when it came to the forces of Ganondorf. They were all the same hellish evil and they all deserved the same fate.<br/><br/>The forests proved to be the best terrain yet. In the plains she'd been spotted too easily and on any mountains she'd come across there were some clear signs of a hazardous trip up. Gunpowder had caused practical tremors on them, some paths were just over-killed with lapsed rocks. The last thing she'd want in a fight would be rocks and boulders all around her. There were even occasional buildings she'd passed that didn't belong to a city, but in the end she'd never approach them. The odds that the dark lord's minions were using those buildings were high, and although she was one to take her chances, she knew when it was a bad idea as well.<br/><br/>The long time of travel had clearly worn down on her, her once vibrant hair was now dirty from sweat, leaves, and obviously dirt. The forest had brought her some distant joy though, the cover of the trees was a great advantage when it came to fighting multiple enemies on her own. She was grateful for the opportunity to release some of the rage that was within her, though she noticed patrols lessened and lessened as she got deeper into the forest. She would have stopped, maybe looked for a place to rest, if she hadn't caught something with her eye, something in the distance that didn't match the color palette.<br/><br/>She saw green. Leaves that weren't old, brown, or withering. She wasn't sure how long she'd been wandering through here, but she was certain she was seeing things. Withering plants and destruction was the normal for her in life, and to think there could be an entire patch of land with green plants seemed foreign. Still, she couldn't help but approach, she had not a clue in her mind what was going to lie ahead.