The wind rustled through the forest branches calmly, picking up leaves with it's gust and then settling them down gently several feet away. The dark green leaves vaguely reflected the sun onto the dirt, which scurried with bugs and other small animals. The sea of green ceased to be at the top of a hill overlooking the village underneath. The village of Ordon sat quietly in the valley below, separated from the rest of the Lost Woods by a wooden fence erected around it. The land had leveled out over the years, the hills of old crumbled by nature and the rivers buried by time. Spared from time's grip was the old ways of live the people lived,coexisting with the nature around them. Unlike the now metropolitan center of Hyrule, people still made their livings here at home. Hyrule had not dealt with any threats in almost a thousand years, people even as far as Ordon had adjusted to their laid-back lives. Few Hylians even remembered the Hero's of the past, and parts of the kingdom were so fortified with armored guards and cameras that nobody had dared to attack in ages.
The grass on the hill near the entrance to the town began to crush underfoot as a young Hylian man marched down. His obsidian hair draped over his sunken eyes, down his neck and resting just above his broad shoulders. He hopped over the fence with ease, and was greeted by an older man gathering wood. Harrith, the village elder, at the age of 81 was easily mistaken for a man of 50. Harrith's gray hair covered his well-defined face, and while he was shorter than the young man before him he matched him in strength.
"Ah, there you are Revis, just the lad I wanted to see." Harrith said with energy. He whipped gleaming sweat from his brow with his dirtied gloves. "I have a favor to ask of you."
Revis yawned, stretching the muscles of his back groggily. He had been woken of his nap by his name being called, and he attempted to escape from sleep's grip. A glowing maroon orb, adorned with clear wings akin to a dragonfly's floated from behind the moss green hood that covered Revis' head. It's high-pitched yet mildly raspy voice identified it as female.
"A joy, another fetch quest." She sarcastically quipped.
"Oh shut it Amyn." Revis barked. "But you did have to wake me up instead of getting someone else, didn't you?" He asked annoyedly. Harrith's mouth compressed, and a giggle slipped out.
"Couldn't let you sleep in all day kid. Anyhow, do you mind heading into town and retrieving my ocarina from Umar? You can borrow Elio's horse if need be." He inquired.
Revis shook his head. Elio, Harrith's grandson, was currently serving in the Hylian millitary as a guardian of the Temple of Time. Since his departure, Revis had borrowed his horse to travel around the land, and he began to think of the horse as his. Revis climbed onto the steed, which was tied to a post near Harrith. He stopped, waved goodbye and headed out of the village.
"Thanks for using the Revis-Express ." Amyn muttered.
Revis rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't like fetch quests, but it didn't exactly upset him either. Well, unless it disrupted his sleeping pattern that is.
"Let's just go find that thing. Harrith will wring out necks if we lose his ancestors most precious treasure."