Mist surrounded the soft, quiet village of Ludrion. Men spoke in partners, laughing and joking with each other. Children played with small wooden sticks, pretending to thrash the grass clean. A woman and man sat on a small bench near their cabin home. The woman, fair brown hair sat with a grimace and tears welled in her eyes. The man, who was looking rather excited but also upset tried to soothe the wife. They held each others hands, the woman beginning to sob. Her stomach was enlarged but she knew that no baby was to be conceived.
"There will be another child. Do not worry. We will have the baby that we always dreamt of." The man smiled. The woman shook her head, retracted her hand and left the bench with tears dripping down her cheeks.
"Hey!" A tall man with a gray cloak on hurried towards the woman. The man, worried by the way the man ran, leapt up from his seat and grabbed her arm. The other man neared the small house, grass shuffling under his feet. In his arms was a small basket with a light blue blanket over it. "I heard of what has happened. I have found this in the Forest of Mists. His name in Link." He held out the basket. The woman and man both stared a each other and the woman began to wipe off her face and smiled. She gently grabbed the basket out of the man's grubby fingers and dipped her head down to him.
"Treeso! We do not know where the child has come from!" He yelled after the Treeso. She barely even heard the words over her joy and fed the child a bottle of warm and white cow milk. She could overhear the faint conversations of the men but she decided that she would take care of her new baby. His name was Link. She removed a strand of long hair over his eye which was light blue. His hair was a dirty blond and small tips of brown. His parents were dead... she thought. Treeso shook her head in dismay and repeated to herself that she would take care of the baby who was hers now. She smiled at the thought and soon heard the oaken door open with a slight creak. Link gurgled, his body thin and long. He would be a tall child and his eyes would be brighter in the sun. Treeso laughed at the smiling Link who then slowly fell asleep.
"We will be asking the King for a cow this year. I will set out to the palace tomorrow. We will keep the child but Ludrion is not a safe place. I think he will be just fine in Donrion." Palat looked down at Link. Treeso looked up from the small, handsome face of Link and stared at Palat with anger in her eyes. Palat then opened his mouth and said never mind. Treeso placed Link into his new basket, one that was made from linen wool with small embroiders that signified it was a baby boy. Smiling, Treeso laid beside her new son.