I grouped these three journal entries together because they're short... and I thought it would be prudent to make you all happy (you wouldn't have to constantly continue on to the next chapter after reading ten lines) so there ya go.

R&R please!

Month One, Day Nine

One week has passed by without any sight of the wolf or its little friend... I hope that they still possess business within the town. It is funny, now that I think of it, that the wolf and the imp looked as if they knew where they needed to go. The beast possessed a very casual gait, and did not wish to truly bother anyone while on its quest. It is a very interesting fact that a canine should have such a perceptible thought process. It is possible that the imp girl is controlling it; however, that magic has not been seen for centuries. I doubt it highly. They seem to be working in a mutual relationship, as one protects the other. This situation is most believable, and the one that I will refer to for the time being. I must investigate the power that I sensed within the beast; there is a book in my study that will hopefully enlighten me on this subject.

I have retrieved the volume. It tells of the old magic employed by the sages and the royal family... and that employed by Ganondorf. I was once tortured with this magic... It is so horrible to relay. I remember I was terribly drunk... I do not know how he found me or what he did with me. I merely remember the light of day when it rose that morning. That was when I stopped drinking... and when I started knowing things.

I am familiar with their world. They will come back... they must, or I will search for them. I must know what they are.

Month One, Day Eleven

The wolf and the imp girl came into the town late last night, and moved through the South Road. I lost them after that point; I know not whether they turned into the first or the second alleyway on the left... or even the one on the right. I await another sighting.

Month One, Day Twelve

I saw the lad in the green tunic walking around the town, visiting the different shops and other assorted houses. I was rather intrigued, as he returned later to the Central Square. I just so happened to rise and walk in his direction; I remembered that I had errands to run in the medicine clinic on the East Road. But suddenly, I lost him in the crowd, catching only a tiny glimpse as he disappeared into an alcove. And then I heard the scream. A young woman screeched in fright; I ran to her side and saw the wolf emerge from a tiny box of a room adjacent to the street; it was the same alcove that the youth in the green tunic slid into. The beast caught my eye once again; he knew I had seen.

The wolf ran down the East Road in a fury, and I stupidly followed him. The little imp girl whispered to him in a high-pitched ancient language, one that I could hear even though I was so far away. I felt the dark magic surging through the streets; I tracked the wolf outside, and watched him leap down the flights of stairs leading to the town entrance. I suddenly felt faint; I remember stumbling and collapsing to the ground against the wall of the top platform. I was slipping into a seizure, the curse that the evil magician cast upon me that terrible night. Everything was so hot and I could not see a thing, but then... he appeared. Out of thin air the lad in the green tunic knelt in front of me, giving me a drink of water and running the cool liquid over my forehead. He said nothing; he did not even utter a single sound as he worked. I remember seeing red; I remember seeing red that night, too. I started convulsing again. But this time he grabbed my arms and held me still, and I knew that he was not one of them. While my senses were still impaired, I could see a little... A shadow appeared beside him, whispering an ancient tongue...

Twilight seeped into the sky as I began to regain my composure. The shadow, I could now see, was the little imp girl, bathed in dark light, smiling slightly. The lad nodded as she spoke to him again, smiling back. A sudden realization came to my mind as I remember speaking:

"Hero... cursed with dark magic... save me, too..."

A brilliant, glowing sword emerged from his sheath.