The mother held her children close, huddling in the corner of their cottage. Outside, the ReDead were gathering around the windows and door. Then there was a commotion. The ReDead near the window by the door turned, and with a glint of steel, its head came off. After a few minutes of what sounded like a blade cutting through meat, there was silence, then the door's bolt jiggled. The mother signaled for her children to stay put, and went to the door, opening it to a blond man in green, wielding a stained sword and shield.

She said, "Thank you."

He said nothing, but motioned for her to stay inside. She nodded and closed the door, locking it again.

The hero entered the graveyard, where he thought the source of the ReDead resided. He looked through the window of the gravedigger's hut, and gave a silent prayer as he saw the mess.

The swordsman walked along the graves, careful not to step on those that still had bodies, as well as not to step into the ones missing corpses. Though it seemed the filled ones would be empty soon, as well.

Just as he was passing it, a hand came out of the grave on his left, and grabbed his leg. It was bad luck for the hand, however, as that was his favored side. His sword came down, and the amputated limb pulled away.

The hand stayed on his calf.

He sheathed his blade, reached down, and with some effort, pulled the hand free. The latching-on was just a reflex, he knew that, but he hated having to touch the rotting flesh at all. Still, it was possible the hand could come in use. He put it in his purse, drew his blade again, and looked at the grave from which the hand had come. It seemed the amputation had scared the thing buried there, which was good. Better it revert back to a corpse underground than above. Considering he'd be able to reverse everything, of course.

He sheathed his sword again, looked up past the rows of headstones, and saw what looked like a cavern. That was most likely where he needed to go, so he started for it.

When he had looked through the gravedigger's window, it wasn't blood the hero had seen, but a mess of papers-papers which had arcane symbols and writings.

There was blood here, however: the gravedigger had sacrificed a cucco (which didn't seem much of a loss; Kakariko was lousy with them) and was now praying to a dark god. The hero started to creep toward the gravedigger, but before he could ready himself for a tackle, the gravedigger turned and waved a hand at the hero, who was tossed back by an unseen force. He hit the cave wall, and was dazed for a second or two, but then he shook his head and stood, drawing his Master Sword and Hylian Shield.

As the gravedigger sent another spell at him, the hero brought up his shield, which deflected the magic. The magician was stunned, and the hero took no chances-he started to charge.

At the last second, the gravedigger began another curse, but the hero silenced him, putting his sword to the magician's throat.

The gravedigger was "persuaded" to reverse the town's torment.

There was a feast later in the night, in celebration of the hero's victory. At the same time, however, something had to be done about the corpses. The mayor asked the swordsman his opinion, and the bodies were re-buried.

At the feast, the hero sat in the mayor's chair, with the mayor himself at his side. The citizens ate what seemed to be all roasted farm animals: pig, cucco, and beef. The only thing missing was horsemeat.

That made him think of his own horse, waiting near the village gates. When the mayor was told about her, he ordered a feed bag be made for her. With that done, he turned to the hero, saying, "Once more, on behalf of the town and its folk, I thank you, sir. There is no reward large enough, save for my daughter's hand. I know she would find you very becoming."

The hero shook his head, and from his purse, he brought out a thick sheet of paper. He showed it to the mayor, who gave a gasp while reading it. He looked at the hero and said, "The princess?" And when the hero nodded, he said, "Do you know about her condition?"

The hero shook his head again, giving a look that said, "What condition?"

The mayor shook his head this time, saying, "It's probably best you don't hear it from me. You should get some rest. If you're heading for the castle, you have quite a ride ahead of you."

The next morning, outside the town gates, a large group of the citizens, and the mayor, saw the hero off. Before he left, the mayor had told him, "Let's hope that the next time you come, it will be under better circumstances."

The hero named Link had smiled, saying "Yes, let's," and then had climbed onto his horse, which was named Epona, and had set off across Hyrule Field for the castle.