Dreaming? Perhaps - there are dim memories of this battlefield, and they didn't involve Link and Zelda, or Jamie, or the Redcoats. "A shared dream?" he asks as he keeps pace with Jamie, broken wrist tucked against his chest to minimise any jarring motion. "Perhaps. I remember this place, and -"
And he remembers that gap in the rock, so he grabs Jamie's arm and tugs him hard towards it, and the rock seals itself smoothly over to hide them, to keep them safe. Nearby, a torch flares into brightness, revealing a small entrance chamber with a long dark tunnel ahead of them.
"I remember this place," he says quietly, leaning against a wall to get his breath back, "And you were not there." No, Jamie didn't belong in Hyrule, he belonged in Scotland, but Sheik had never been there, and so...
"...The ship. The Nightmare King."
Congratulations, Sheik and Jamie, you've just achieved lucid dreaming.
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And he remembers that gap in the rock, so he grabs Jamie's arm and tugs him hard towards it, and the rock seals itself smoothly over to hide them, to keep them safe. Nearby, a torch flares into brightness, revealing a small entrance chamber with a long dark tunnel ahead of them.
"I remember this place," he says quietly, leaning against a wall to get his breath back, "And you were not there." No, Jamie didn't belong in Hyrule, he belonged in Scotland, but Sheik had never been there, and so...
"...The ship. The Nightmare King."
Congratulations, Sheik and Jamie, you've just achieved lucid dreaming.