Uli reflecting on his past?

Soft footsteps tread lightly through the ruined corridor around him. Uli gently brushes the walls with his finger tips. his chest is heavy, he felt as though he could be crushed by the weight of the partially caved in corridor. It has been fifty years since he was found in the citadel, half alive under many tons of rubble he was barely recognizable he still Carries so much weight from the horrifying event.

He had just stepped out of his home in castle town after feeling an enormous tremor and to his terror a horrible cloud of black smoke had erupted from the castle the crowds had quickly become a panicked frenzy brushing past Uli who joined in running trying to guide his fellow Hylians.

Then the horrible sounds of claws digging into stone and wood, the first guardian arises from the row of houses between them and the castle Uli finds himself frozen in horror staring up at the guardian as it locks onto him before he stumbles and begins running again, and when the beam fires and explodes against a house near him, catching his right arm in the blast and throwing him to the ground he is knocked senseless for a moment, his ears were ringing everything was so bright he couldn’t make any sense of it but his terrorized figure still tried to flee. Once his vision had returned he considered fleeing to Karkariko, surely they were ready.. right?

He abandoned the idea of Karkariko, he knew he could heal quickly enough to help at the citadel. Uli shook himself from this stupor stopped at the narrow entrance to a darkened chamber, it smelled musty and forgotten, but he cradles a bouquet carefully close to his chest as he crawls through and kneels before a collapsed wall what he could barely make out as stone rubble and remains.

He carefully deposited the bouquet to the floor at the base of the collapse, it joins many others like it, and he begins to pray. For rest? For forgiveness? For recovery.

Uli! show me your home town!

“You would like to see Atrealia? It’s quite a ways off in the clubs kingdom.."

"It is beautiful.. in that dying sort of way... the community is aging, most everyone left in the village is an elder.. My Van—ah Ivan, his sisters, and I were the last youths in the village.. before he became king and i came to Hearts.”