Dark only knew the room. He knew nothing of the outside world, or of anything for that matter. He only knew the words his master said to him seven years ago before dumping him into his prison. "Kill the hero of time" that's what he had said, and if he did he would be able to leave the room with the one dead tree and the small island.
So Dark trained, day in and day out. Ever waiting for the hero to grace the room with his presence, and when he did Dark would kill him.
So naturally when he heard the groan of a door being lifted, and the sound of bickering coming from the direction of the entrance he tensed. His body was like a spring as he waited for the intruder to come into sight, but what he saw made him freeze. Across the room wearing a blue tunic with blond hair and sapphire blue eyes, was himself.
