A/N: Hey guys! I'm so glad that I got a review! Anyway, here's the first night! Enjoy!

First night

Rusl's POV

I sat down in the chair next the Link's bed and used the wet cloth to keep him cool. I brushed it over his forehead and took my towel and hand back.

Last summer, Link, my son and I had gone on a camping trip. The entire time, he's been laughing or smiling. Not now. Now, his face was stone cold. Then, he's been bronzed by the time he spent in the sun. Now, his face was deathly pale. Before, he was always moving. Either reeling a fish in, or running to catch Colin in one of his little games, or pitching the tent. Now, he laid still. Lifeless. That night, he'd been so tired that he drifted of to sleep almost instantly. When he was asleep, he had a peaceful look on his face. Soft and at ease. Now, He looked almost in pain.

I imagined him as a young kid, the little boy that I'd watched grow up. He wasn't the scarred and wounded young man that I was looking at now. I couldn't be. I couldn't bear to see that child hurt. Yet it was he. And he was dying.

I wiped his face one more time.

Shad's POV

I walked back to the inn in the night. Ashei, Auru, Telma and Jaggle were all walking with me. The night was deathly quiet. And I was still feeling useless. There was nothing that I could do.

There was no doubt that Link was going to die. Everyone knew it, though no one admitted it.

Telma and Ashei could all work to keep him alive longer, and the other men could repair his equipment to remember him and maybe for further use by another man, but I was useless.

I got back to the inn and picked up a random book on mythical places.

One of the first places in the book was the secret grotto.

I read about the mythical skull kid and hit magic trumpet, then about the ruins. It was said that the ruins were once the temple of time. Every hero of time went there to run the last of his quest. Which was why, now, there would be no more heroes of time.

I thought bout that for a minute. I thought about the hero of time. He always had a green tunic and the master sword. That was why no one could be classified as the hero anymore; the sword was destroyed when the temple went down. I had also read that he always had the triforce symbol on his hand.

My thoughts were reverted back to link for a moment. I thought of that shiny sword that he always carried. It looked just like the drawing of the master sword. Wow. What a coincidence. Then I wondered where he had gotten such a weapon.

A dying man deserved to have his differences pointed out, so I thought of a few of his characteristics, however, I was still half into my book.

Link was brave. It reminded me of the triforce courage in the hero of time. Then I thought of the funky cloths he always wore. A green tunic and long had, just like the hero of time. And he had a tattoo on his hand. Wait a minute. That tattoo was the triforce symbol.

Oh my goddesses.

Link was the hero of time.

Now, I knew that the hero of time had ultra special stamina. He was harder to kill than most men. Which meant that he must have had something put into his bloodstream. I needed to know what was contaminating his blood. I also knew that different places had different natural poisons.

Now, where could he have been?

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