Day One.
The first time she saw him was the final day of fall, the ever famed Fall Festival. Ordon celebrated it, but it was on a much smaller scale than other towns like Kakariko and Castle Town.
She, only nine years old at the time, had been helping Jaggle pick pumpkins along the stream. Only then, it was a glimpse of his back, walking up the road towards the spring.
Day Two.
She saw him again, this time during the Festival. Wearing a mask that bore resemblance to an Ordon Goat, she froze in her tracks we she saw him standing across the way. In between dancing couples and villagers, he stood tall and proud for a child, with the mask of a Wolf covering all of his face, except for his mouth.
His blonde hair was down to his shoulders, spiked backwards and messy, with two bangs hanging out from the sides of his mask. Pointed ears just behind them.
His torso was barely covered by a simple front cover, narrowing out as it went up, where it was held it in place by a string tide around his neck, leaving both his shoulders and arms bare.
Bandages were tied around his arms, for injury or maybe fashion, she didn't know. The mark of three triangles was etched on the back on his hand, the skin darkened there.
His Ordon sash was covered by a fur skirt tied together multiple times with rope, going down to his ankles on ne side, which too were wrapped in bandages. His feet were bare and bore scars and callouses from no footwear.
The way he stood held an intimidating air, which both frightened her and piqued her interest. He stood by no parents, no guardians.
He just watched.
By the time she had found her father, he had disappeared. Her final glimpse of him was the same as before, his back as he walked up the path to the spring.
Day Three.
She was curious now.
The next day, she woke early and hurried down the path, nearly tripping over rocks as she headed to Ordon Spring.
Unfortunatly, there was not a soul there. Man or Boy.
Disappointed, she turned back and began to walk to the village. It was when she passed by the large tree just down the road did she notice something she had overlooked.
Scratches in the wood, like someone had climbed up it.
Her heart sunk as she looked up, to the platform in the tree above her. There he sat, knees tucked in, staring down at her with the bottom of his face covered by his arms, Wolf Mask in hand.
His piercing sapphire eyes chilled her blood, causing her to yelp in fright and sprint away towards the village. She chanced a look back to see if he had followed.
He had not.
Instead, he stood up, his head thrown back in a proud manner, expression blank.
She spent the rest of the day inside.
Day Four.
She decided to take the initiative, marching out to the tree and spring once more. To her surprise, or lack thereof, he wasn't there.
Which that odd for him.
Dejected, she went back to the village. On the path to her house, she saw him once again, sitting on Rusl's porch with his mask in his lap. He was watching her again.
She wasted no time, hurrying home to get her father, whom she dragged over to the the Swordsman's home with haste.
To her relief, he was still sitting there, giving them a blank stare.
To her shock, it turned out he was not out of place like she thought.
He had walked into town very few days ago, covered in scars and wounds, wearing only a tattered cloak, that mask in his hands.
Uli and Rusl were more than happy to take him in. Judging from the details, the reason wasn't a happy one, as far as she knew.
Day Five.
She learned his name was Link.
Nice little note to end on.
Twilight Princess Link (Just called Twilight, In Routine) has one of the most diverse personalities ranges of all my Links. In his youth, he was stoic and preferred to watch and wait, just like His descendant would be.
He, of course, grew up to be more heroic. But eventually, after his adventure, settled into a snarky, deadpan attitude.
Which, with this story and another, we'll see unfold.
That Wolf mask also makes an appearance in Routine, little do they know that it's got some history.