"In the little village of Ordon, life went about its routine. Everyday the shopkeeper would set out milk for her cat, Rusl would walk outside holding his youngest son in his arms, the goats would be let out of the barn to graze, and the children would get up to mischief. All of this was considered, without a doubt, to be absolutely normal. But, every village has its oddities.
The oddity of this village was a young man named Link. There were several things that people wondered about him; such as where he had gone during that mess with the monsters, how had did he save the children from the old temple, and first and foremost, what was his fascination with the sunset?
Had you asked him these questions, you would have got these answers: I was traveling. A lot of luck. I don't give two spits about sunset, what I watch is the setting of Twilight. This obviously caused the question of "Why are you fascinated with twilight?" to which his response would be somewhere along the lines of "None of your friggin' business."
Naturally, his secretiveness and wish for privacy drew the attention of almost everyone. They would stop whatever they were doing at the time where the grey light washed over the land, in the second between day and night, and watch him as he stared off towards the setting sun and whispered "Good morning, Midna."
Who exactly Midna was, and why she apparently got up as the sun set was a constant curiosity to the people of the small village. Many would ask him who he his greetings were directed, and he would reply with the same name. When asked about the person behind the name, he would once again tell them in no uncertain terms to butt out.
This cycle, an apparently endless loop broke one day, just as the gray washed over the land. As always, link whispered good morning to someone only he remembered, but today was different. As soon as the greeting left his lips, he heard a small laugh and a "Good morning, Link"
The people of Ordon would swear, from the day Link disappeared forward, that as the sun disappeared, a stone colored woman and a man in the ancient clothes of the Kokiri, kissed on the edge of the forest, before the man turned into a wolf, and the woman an imp. It is still said that as the Twilight washes over us, you might find the Wolf Riding Imp or the Twilight Couple watching over the village."
The small child looked up at his grandmother. "Grandma, I asked for a real story" pouted the blonde haired child, causing his grandmother to laugh.
Looking down at her grandson, "I can assure you it is true. I saw the couple myself, spoke to them several times." This caused the small boy to look on disbelievingly.
Finally deciding to simply let it be, the boy climbed down from her lap. "You have some weird stories, Grandma Ilia."