The young man was gazing at the stone walls that surrounded his unintentional destination. They had green, surreal designs that formed large loops. The large wooden doors creaked as he looked in. A soldier in light gray armor noticed the boy and waved to him at the end of a small tunnel. Behind the soldier the villagers were going about their daily lives.

"Hello there son."

"Hello sir."

"Where might you come from?"

"Holodrum."

"That's a long way off what made you come to Termina?" "Termina?"

"That's what this country is called and this is the capital, Clocktown."

"I've never heard about it."

" I wouldn't expect you to we're not big in the political scene like Hyrule."

"Yeah, like Hyrule." The boy tried hiding his nervousness with his hunter's cap. The soldier raised an eyebrow.

"Anyway, could you point me to a place of rest?"

"Of course, go to East Clocktown and there will be the Stock Pot Inn next to the Milk Bar."

"Thanks."

"By the way, may I ask why someone so young is traveling all by himself?" The boy turned back slinging his backpack to show the soldier several instruments, a baton, and a book carefully tucked inside.

"Whenever I'm traveling I bring back songs from other lands. I'm apprenticed to a musician in Holodrum he thinks I'm old enough."

"What about your parents?" The soldier asked.

"My parents..." The boy looked away sadly.

" I think I understand son." The soldier said gently. The boy thanked him again and headed toward the noisy town center. He hoped he could restart his life here.

The center was bustling with citizens coming to and fro carrying baskets and pots on their head. Merchants were yelling out absurd prices for this fish or that bread to big, shoving crowds in front of their stalls. A man wearing white shorts and shirt and red cap was walking steadily through the crowd towards a small brown box. He took a letter from the box and placed it into his red backpack and walked away. The most remarkable thing the boy saw though, was the large stone tower. There were four painted clock faces around the top with a round brick structure on the very top that had a hole for some reason. It had two entrances, one at the bottom and the other below the clock faces that had a balcony.

"Impressive isn't son?" A heavy set man wearing tiger-striped pants and blue vest asked the boy.

"I haven't seen anything like it."

" Hey! Apprentice! Don't just stand there looking at your feet all day! Get hammering!" The man yelled at a teenager standing on top of a small wooden tower in front of the stone one.

"Sorry about that it's just that the Carnival of Time is in three days and we're trying to get the Festival Tower up in time."

" Carnival of Time?" The boy asked.

"You've never heard? It's the day we celebrate the importance of Time. The Clock Tower will open up at midnight and people will use the Festival Tower to get up there. You can see all of Termina from up there and people say you can touch the stars."

" What else goes on?" Suddenly there was a yell of pain from behind. The apprentice had dropped a wooden plank and it landed on the foot of a worker called Grog. "Son of Din! You broke my foot you little..." He started climbing the ladder. "Gorg! Go sit on the bench! And you get down here!" The man turned back to the boy. "Sorry kid, you'll have to ask someone else I've got to deal with this buffoon." Other people watched the teen getting chewed out, downcasted and embarrassed. The boy shivered it was eerily similar to how his father had...no, better not to bring that up. The boy walked towards the eastern side of town