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The boy remembered hearing a hooded traveler who occasionally stayed at the orphanage one time talking about the healing powers of beautiful springs littered across the land during one of his stay at the orphanage in Castle town. He always liked that man-well you could hardly call him a man. Although he was smart and mature enough to take care of himself and make a living on his own, he couldn't have been more than 14 or 15 years of age last time the boy saw him. The hooded boy still had that old hooded shirt with him back then as well. Every time the hooded travel would always bring presents for the boy and the rest of the kids at the orphanage. With the help of a over sized dog like animal he called Timber that seemed to think of the boy more as a companion and equal rather than mere pet they would hunt down big game animal like a wild hog or large Buck. The children would gather around as he recounted his journeys around the land hunting for food and exploring the mountains surrounding Hyrule as well as visiting Lake Hylia and the Death Mountain or the SnowPeak where he went sledding with his friends too explored and went on adventures however he never talked much of them for some reason. The forests he explored sounded wonderful-one in a land from his homeland and those of Faron Province.
The boy loved hearing about the forests. Part of the reason the boy ran away from the orphanage was in part because of these stories, so he could live on his own and go on adventures, but he never thought it would be was so hard. After the first year the grandeur of the being on his own wore off and the boy started to wander further and further into the forest to look for food and small game he could catch with a sharpened stick. Besides that the only thing he ever needed was on his belt or his back his torch/tinderbox kit which he learned how to make and restock from the hooded boy; his and satchel to carry stuff in; and his knife. Of course, if he had gone to the trouble of getting a map or compass he may not have gotten lost in the woods in the first place.
The time's when the hooded boy visited was one of the few happy times the wild child ever had of that horrible place. There was always lots of work for the kids and the orphanage owner alike what was her name? It was at least two years since he left… Julie, that was it .She meant well but it was all she could do to give the kids food most of the time. They got some donations but that alone wasn't enough. She was always so intent that the kids got a good meal but to do that they all had to work. He remembered sometimes she went days without eating just so the kids could get a meager helping when times became hard. The lack of food was one reason he left as well. As he hunted in the forest he ate pretty well most of the time but when winter came around the game became scarce. Luckily he had enough food to make it through the winter the first year.
But this year he was eating less and less and working more and more. Way harder and longer than he did at the orphanage and ate even less food than the kids did. He had other reasons though he left he knew and they kept him from going back. He never had a friend just bullies who picked on him because of his ears and took his food. Anyone nice enough to befriend would be adopted and leave to a better life but never him. The people that came in wanted human children not some scrawny kid with pointy ears .What had they called him? Hyloon, hierlern or was it holeam? He couldn't remember .The Orphanage wasn't that bad come to think of it. Julie and the hooded boy they were nice. They didn't mind his ears.
"This one is not him but maybe he will be in time his courage is strong."
"Maybe but what will keep him from turning upon thyself his anger is potent, but he lacks judgment."
"I see he has no family, no home. What say we give him one?"
"Sister you are not suggesting..."
"I indeed I am. Besides, have you not seen the village? It would benefit from one such as himself"
"Maybe"
"Hmm"
"Oh decide now already. Let us help him or put him out of his misery I don't like that pain he bears can't you feel it?"
"Yes his heart and his body needs mending I concede"
"As do I but remember the consequences it could hold there will be one then three more and one will fail I hate it but it seems the simple truth."
"OUR DIVINE POWERS COMMAND YOU YOUNG BOY TO RISE FROM YOUR SLUMBER YOUR TIME HAS NOT YET COME. LIVE WE COMMAND YOU."