Josh awoke with a start. A cucco crowed loudly as the giant fruit-of-a-sun jabbed its warm rays through the dusty bedroom window. The boy sat up, stretched, gave a loud yawn, and set his feet on the cold floor. Another routine day in Hyrule. Oh joy, he thought. He pulled on his ranch clothes and his heavy boots, still trying to shake off the grip of early morning laziness. He slowly stood and strode over to the tall oval-shaped mirror in its neat little wooden frame next to the door.
"Perfect," he said quietly to himself. His ranch clothes consisted of normal blue pants, a black T-shirt, his dark brown gauntlets, and his monstrous rancher boots. The boots were rugged, durable, and more than heavy duty. The only problem with them, as Scott would say, was that they were "heavier than Iron Knuckle Axes." Josh agreed, but he didn't think the boots were all that bad. After all, some families in Hyrule couldn't afford anything to protect their feet.
Families… Josh thought. For a moment, he had that feeling again; the one he always felt when seeing young children with their mothers and fathers at the market. He wished he knew what that was like. The only family that he really had was Scott and Randy, who had been with him since not long after his birth.
Shortly after the Hero of Time defeated the Evil King (as the story had been told many times to visitors of the ranch), three baby boys were found at the gate of Hyrule castle. On his usual milk delivery, Talon, the owner of Lon Lon Ranch, came across these three little crying bundles. From the moment he laid eyes on them, he knew that he could never, not in a million years let these babies be taken by anyone else. With the help of his daughter Malon, Talon raised the boys and gave them their names. As the boys grew up, it became evident that the youngest, Josh, seemed to be the leader of the three. It was also obvious that the two others (who were clearly about a year older than the youngest), were identical twins. The only difference was that one, Randy, had jet black hair, and the other, Scott, a dirty blonde color. When the boys became of age, Talon taught them the ways of the ranch. He taught them to ride horses, to milk the cows, feed the cuccos, clean the stables (their least favorite job) and, of course, to be good men. When the boys entered their teenage years, Malon moved out of the ranch house and into a small apartment in the back alley of the Castle Town market. With Malon out of the house, the boys had plenty of room and could talk about essentially whatever they wanted, without the fear of a girl hearing them. They continued their daily routine of chores, chores, take milk to the castle, and more chores. On the days where they got done early, the boys would sometimes venture down to the lake or to Death Mountain, where they had become good friends with Biggoron. Although Biggoron couldn't move much, he loved the company of the boys, and sometimes they would take him some fresh milk, which was his "absoluuuuute favorrrrite," as he put it. But now, Josh, roughly 17 years old (not knowing the exact day he was born), and the twins roughly 18, had all but become men, and damn good ones at that.
Josh sighed happily, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as he thought of that story that Talon had told countless times, never changing it one bit. What a life, he thought.
Josh knew that he had had a great life considering how he was left by his true parents, who could be anywhere by now. His only wish was for more. To know more. To see the world. There had to be more than just Hyrule, and Josh, Scott, and Randy needed some way, some reason, and somebody to show them the way. Josh shook his head quickly, breaking out of his daze. He made sure his short, crudely cut hair was down and smooth, and half-jogged out of his bedroom and downstairs, ready to head outside where Scott, Randy, and Talon were sure to be waiting for him.