I made it 6 long years without buying Minecraft. But, when Connor told me he needed to play it, I had to re-evaluate why I’d held out for so long.

In Part 1 of Hyrule Adventures, Connor and I set out to learn the rules of this vast open land. In this second installment, we find ourselves lost and alone in the beautiful wild. Having sailed over mountains and marsh, our trusty paraglider cutting a sleek path through the morning sky, we began exploring the open plains and pristine beaches of southeast Hyrule.

Zelda games have always carried an unmistakable weight. I vividly remember how I felt playing Ocarina of Time, when Link, in a nod to Arthurian legend, pulled the Master Sword free from its stone prison. Now, for the first time, I introduce my 6-year-old son to the magic of Hyrule as we both play The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild.