Slice.
It was another clean cut. His fifteenth this week. Grunting, the pointy-eared boy grabbed the bloodied remains of a Keese and stuffed it in the sack next to him. Tying the sack together with a thick rope, he laid the small blade down on the tree trunk. The sun began to set, it was almost time to go back home. Placing his index fingers on the insides of his mouth, he whistled, calling for his horse. Promptly enough, a brilliant, orange haired horse galloped out of the woods behind him. He smiled, tossing the sack on her rump gently before saddling up. With a great amount of love and admiration, he stroked her mane before setting off into the forest; heading idly along the dirt path through the forest.
Then his left hand began to glow, for the third time this week. A series of three golden triangles, but only the one on the right glowed so brightly. He had no clue what this was, and before he could find out any more about it, it stopped glowing. Sometimes it glowed all day, sometimes for barely a second, sometimes not at all. Ignoring this phenomenon once more, Kakariko Village's Blue-Eyed boy exited the forest to the delight of many of the villagers. Cries of "Link! Link!" and "He's back, Link is back!" filled the air. It always warmed his heart and brought a smile to his face, no matter how many times it happened. This village was his home, and he would never leave it. He would stay here until the day he died. But the Goddesses had other plans.