"Link, that's a nice name; mine's Mel." A short pause takes over. "You're still carrying that pitchfork, aren't you?" Her eyes beamed at his, without doubt to have an angry tone. Still, the pitchfork made a decent weapon, compared to the torch, but… "Sigh, did you know that farmer?" Link only shook his head. "I thought so… I think he tried to become a wanderer. You know what they are, right?" Link shakes his head again. "You're really clueless, aren't you? Supposedly, they have no emotion, whatsoever... And they run away, trying to escape their past..." A short silence comes from Mel. She whispers two more words, but looks away from Link. "I have to go now, but I'll see you later, okay Link?"

Watching her step down onto the ladder, Link glanced back at the sunset. Laying his back against the watertower, he stared at the warm colors of the sky. Still, the unsettling thought of the prison looking for him would trouble the village if they came. He still shivered at the thought of sharing the same fate of the old man, but he wanted answers...

Standing up, he felt less weight than usual. Checking over his supplies, Link noticed something missing... the pitchfork! Chasing after Mel, Link rushed down the ladder. Glancing away at all directions, Mel was nowhere to be found. Deciding for another look around, Link asks around.

"The girl? I haven't seen her since this morning's funeral. I thought you were with her."

"Thanks for saving the inn, kid. I owe you my life! Oh, she´s missing? Sorry not to be of much help, but I haven´t seen her either."

"I don´t suppose we met. I heard the inn was saved from a banned farmer by you. Ya´know, I´d bet you made the fire. It´s not too hard to believe, because you obviously have a torch and apparently, some experience with the animals. Aside from that, I also heard you fought off the farmer. You´d best be careful boy, because I´ll be watching you."

No clues of Mel so far... He wasn´t going to stay here forever though. The sunset had already vanished as the skies began to grow dark. If he was going to make his move now or never. Taking a deep breath before setting out again, he hears someone´s footsteps on the grass.

"I heard a lot of things about you, Link." Spinning around, he saw Mel standing before him. "There´s a bounty on you from the prison. That and the clues from someone I spoked to. Tell the truth. Did you help the farmer invade the inn?" Link shook his head. "You´re wrong! I know you did it... And you´re going to pay..." Taking out the pitchfork, Mel stares at Link hard.

Taking a few steps back, Link tries to stare at her back, but he couldn´t harm her. He couldn´t do what the prison has done to the old man and so many others. Running was a good option, but he needed that pitchfork. Deciding to take his chances, he stood his ground.

An angry roar engulfed the sky as she rushed forward. Immediately trying to defend himself, he blocked constantly with the small torch in his hand, taking many steps back along the way. Even if he wanted to attack, he couldn´t find an opening. Suddenly, she tries a heavy swing from the right, smacking Link onto the edge of a cliff. As he laid faced down, he saw the possible fall onto the crushing rocks, but he wasn´t granted a longer look at them.

Springing a diagonal strike, the torch blew into the sky as it fell behind Link. "You will suffer the same way my parents did. Goodbye, Link!" Slamming the pitchfork horizontally, Link manages to catch it, but she pushed forward as his body gradually slid over the grass. He didn´t want to end up like the deaths he saw yesterday. He didn´t want to feel that pain.

Luckily, he found another way to struggle back. Pushing his foot forward, he shoved Mel off him, while managing to swipe away the pitchfork. Unfortunately, he pushed her the wrong way.

In luck, she managed to catch a spare branch, stuck to the cliff, but to both of their eyes, it was obvious that it will break off soon. Desparate to save her, Link shot his feet down onto the grass as he lent the pitchfork to her. Deciding to take it, Mel pulls on its steel end...

Suddenly, just as Link pulls it up, the steel end slid off the wooden pole. Regret surged through his head as he looked away, while the scream before death reached his ears. Bashing his head against the grass, he hated himself. He could have saved her. He should have gave her the other end. He should´ve thought what would happen. He just hated himself. Just like that farmer, he commited a crime. The crime that he couldn´t bring himself to do. But he did it...

The clouds blocked the sky as he drove his head into the grass until he slept.