A man walked warily through a dense forest. After a ways, he stopped and sat down on a nearby stump. He took off his pack and reached inside, pulling out a mask.

It was well decorated; white hair sprouting from the top, tribal markings around the eyes. It was the newest addition to his collection, and a powerful one at that.

He turned it about and examined it with a grin.

"Now, what is your history…?" He asked.

The mask lit up, giving off a bluish glow.

"Are you familiar with the accursed land of Termina?" The mask asked in an adolescent voice. "Yes, yes, three days, and what not, right?" With an obvious accent, "Well, then, I would assume you would know of the Ikana Kingdom due east of Clock Town? Or is it south…?" A young man appeared before him. Hair of silver that matched his eyes, and dressed in blue and purple robes. "Pardon me. I'm not familiar with Clock Town's…'Set-up', per se. But my story does not take place in Clock Town. It takes place in the Kingdom of Ikana. It's a story of blood, yes, and tragedy. It's about…the Prince of Ikana."

"Prince? There was an Ikana prince?!" The man asked. "Really?"

"Yes, and you've heard of him before. As a matter of fact…I am the Ikana Prince."

The man sat back, the dark grin still upon his face. "Please. Go on."

"My story takes us back to the days when the Ikana Kingdom was alive and well. The canyon was green with grass in various places and trees where straight and bore delicious fruit from their branches. The skies were blue and clear and the sun beat down on the near barren land below. Not that I got to see them all that much. I was always within the castle's walls.

My father, King Igos du Ikana was a very belligerent man. He was ruthless and power hungry when challenged. And he was a very powerful man, ruling a country and an army that was constantly at war with the Garo Tribe who sought out our family's demise.

The Garo were an elite tribe of ninjas who opposed our ways and despised those of Ikana decent. They were settled in various areas around the region. Some even claimed to have seen them near the Romani Ranch, far from our Ikana Canyon. They were a constant threat to our way of life. And in the end…they proved just how lethal they were."

The young man looked at the mask man.

"Continue."