A secret hidden within the grass
The young man awoke unsure if this was another vision or dream. But he felt a warm wet rag against his forehead, he then opened one eye to see where he was he noticed that he was inside a small house or some sort of shack. He took off the warm wet rag and started to sit up but the head splitting pain returned making him fall back onto the bed rather hard. His vision blurred, but once his vision cleared he noticed an old man with white hair and what looked like a white mustache that ear to ear standing over him. He was dressed in what looked like a robe that was made out of the finest cotton and wool. The robe went all the way down to his feet and the sleeves of his robe hung past his hands to where they were unseeable. The old man stood over him and looked right into the young mans eyes and the young man looked right back into the old mans eyes. They kept this up for what seemed like minutes before the old man finally offered his hand to the young man and he gladly accepted, but when he did so all the images and pictures returned and the young man had to let go and he then started to yell out of the pain from the images running through his head. As the young man started to fall back onto the bed, the old man caught him and held him there until the old man pulled a glass vile from one of the pockets in his robe. Here, drink this young one; he said. The young man not knowing what else to do gladly accepted and drank the glass vile while still having the extreme pain in his head. Within seconds of drinking the vile, the young mans head pain subsided, he then looked at the old man and the old man once more offered his hand the to the young man and once more he gladly accepted it. As the young man sat up he still felt the pain in the back of the head, but it was almost nonexistent to him. He looked at the old man with curious look on his face, he felt like he had seen him before but was unsure where he had. Then it started to happen again the pictures appeared burling his vision and glazing over his eyes. The picture once again showed random places and events but this time without the extreme pain. The pictures continued to roll like a slot machine but only much faster, then they stopped almost as quickly as the had started on one particular picture. The picture that showed depicted an old man warring robe with it covering his hands as well as having white hair and a white mustache. The old man was shown standing on a bluish platform with what looked like water falling off other platforms nearby. The man stood there on the platform motionless with the same look on his face, the young man hearing the old man talk about the sacred realm as well as the master sword and a man named Ganondorf. The old man was talking to someone that could not be seen.
The young man remembered everything that had happened to him before he had woken up in this house. From him seeing the boy running past and through him to the young man who looked like his age placing the master sword in the ruins of the temple, it was all coming back to him. He then heard a voice that sounded like it was far away but go closer as the seconds pasted. Young one, are you there? Young one can you hear me? It sounded like the old man, the old man? The young man shook his head trying to clear his head and thoughts. As the young man came back to reality his eyes became unglazed and he saw the old man waving his hand in front of his face trying to bring him back. As the young man returned he gently grabbed the old mans hand to stop him and the old man did so. I see you have returned young one, what happened to you? One minute you were with me then the next your eyes went completely white. Are you o…. But he was unable to finish his sentence because the young man stood up and stumbled out towards were he thought the door was. The young man burst out of the door with a dazed looked on his face and had to then cover his eyes from the afternoon sun shining above through the leafs of the of forest trees. He continued to walk in the direction of door with the three triangles on it and the old man followed him, not knowing what else to do but also not knowing where the young man was going. As they came upon the door the old man tried to tell the young man that it was impossible to open the mysterious door and even he had tried everything to open it but could never prevail over the door.
The young man then saw another series of events flash threw his head. It depicted the same young man that he had seen placing the Master Sword He saw the young man playing….no it was whistling threw what looked like a special piece of grass and the young man whistled a tune could be heard emitting from the piece of grass. The young man after seeing this image scavenged around the ground looking for the curtain piece of grass that he had just seen being played. As the young man looked for the piece of grass the old man showed an expression that could have resembled a baffled look upon his face. Soon the young man found the piece of grass just 3 feet away from the rock with the hole in the middle of it. He then plucked the piece of grass from the ground and put it to his lips, and soon a string of notes could be heard emitting from the small piece of grass. The song that came from the piece of grass was a smooth and calming tune but at the same time sounded like it had much power and gave the person who played it much responsibility as well as courage. When the last note of the song left the piece of grass there was a rumble that seemed like it was coming from deep underground and soon the ground began to shack. After about a minute of shacking the ground slowly stopped shacking and at first nothing happened but soon there was a loud noise and the two of them looked towards the door with the three triangles on it. On the door shown a bright light that started to illuminate from the lower left hand triangle it seemed to get brighter with each passing second. Almost as if a mighty invisible beast were forcing the door the open, the door slowly but surely started to slide up into the stone wall that is was set into. The young man waltzed threw the doorway and continued to walk almost as if he knew where he was going. The old man stood there with his mouth agape not sure how to respond or what to do. The old man decided to just follow the young man into the mysterious sacred forest.
