1.) The Blacksmith's Boy
There he was, a tall, gruff man, bald with a pointy black goatee and kind, twinkly black eyes. He wore a brown apron over his bare chest, along with black pants and heavy boots. He was burly and muscular, but he was not an unkind man. He was the town's blacksmith and his name was Ogir. Ogir was respected among the townsfolk, for he was seen as a hero (of sorts) who fought the conspiracy against the king. He was a proud man, but also a proud father.
His son was a small, shy, skinny boy, about six years of age. He had watery blue eyes, pointed ears like his father, a very small nose (unlike his father), and messy blond hair. His name was Link, and despite his size and age, he was almost as good of a blacksmith as his father. Though Link didn't talk much, the whole town seemed to know and like him.
When Link wasn't helping his father, he would walk alongside a small creek, or lie down in the fields and stare up at the clouds as if waiting for something.
Link would evade a few of the other children, but only because he preferred being alone. Otherwise, Link could be sweet and charming when he wanted to be, and that was why everyone liked him so much.
Yesterday Link had been out very late, looking at the stars and the constellations they made.
There was Hylia, Link had thought. And Din and Nayru and Farore… and that golden star must be the Triforce. Link pondered sleepily. He fell asleep right there in the field, for it had been very warm that fall evening, and silent except for the sounds of the trees and cuccos in the grass.
Later, an incredibly distressed Ogir came later to find him sleeping comfortably, and carried him to bed without waking him.
Morning came with the shrill cry of a cucco, and that was more than enough to startle Link out of sleep. In fact, he sat up so violently that he banged his head into the railing directly above his bed.
"Owww…" He muttered softly as rubbed his forehead where the bar had struck. He walked downstairs, still massaging his forehead.
"Hi, Dad." He murmured as he walked down the wooden stairs.
"Son, you know Yarma?"
"The Cucco man?"
The corners of Ogir's mouth twitched upward a bit.
"Yes…the 'cucco man'. He's coming for a visit; we must discuss a few things - big, grown up things - so would you mind staying out of our way?"
"Not at all." Link said quietly.
A rapt banging on the door interrupted the conversation.
"Yarma! Speak of the devil!" Ogir exclaimed. "Let us speak…"
The rest of the conversation was lost as Link's father and the blonde, skinny farmer left, leaving Link alone.
Well, almost.
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