-1It was winter again. Snow was falling, engulfing the Kakariko Graveyard in a blanket of white, save the gravestones and a small hut near a tall wooden gate.
Instead of his usual attire, Link was wearing a thin green coat that reached down to his favorite pair of Kokiri boots. His girlfriend always had to make sure he had something to keep warm.
Link had always come at least once a year in the cold season, and this was his second visit. He seemed attracted to it by some force, as if he had missed something the year before. Something important.
He walked through the entrance slowly. If the snow wasn't so thick, he would be able to see a stone walkway that went all around the cemetery. There were patches between the stones at some points, and the old proprietor used to, at night, have people pay him to dig in these patches for rupees or other valuables.
He had died some years ago, and was replaced by a young man around the age of 15.
Link walked toward the first grave. In the spring, summer, and autumn, it had beautiful red blooming flowers at the head of it's stone, but they withered away every winter. During that time, someone would come and lay down the same flowers, but Link had never seen the act of respect.
The epitaph seemed illegible, and Link wasn't very literate anyway, having been raised without much proper schooling. There were two words above the traditional Triforce symbol, however, that he could make out: "Great Hero".
He walked around behind the stone and leaned his body against it, letting the words sink in.