The loss of Breyon nearly shattered the family. Hamlon and Aleya returned late that night, soaking wet and shivering. The Baron and his wife were beside themselves with grief and shock, but could not go searching for their missing son as the two survivors were badly exhausted and quickly developing fevers. Alfon was commanded to take his father's fastest horse and to scour the river banks all the way down to Lake Hylia and to return with his brother.

For three days and three nights – without rest, the teenager searched. His own terror and grief steadily rose and bit at his sanity, but the firm discipline that his father had always taught him managed to keep it at bay just long enough. When Breyon was not found upon the river banks, Alfon quickly drove his mount to Lake Hylia – perhaps… in the calmer waters there… Breyon managed to reach the shore?

Galloping past the iron gates and dashing down the lake road (the gates were never closed, or even guarded at this time), the young lord frantically checked the entire Northern shoreline, before leaping from his horse and dashing into the Hylian wing of the Temple of Water. Alfon had never been to the temple before, but his mother had told him of it. He hoped to find a Zora – a member of the aquatic race of Hyrule, who could breathe underwater as a fish does – to help him search the lake for his brother.

Moving deeper into the temple, the teenager turned a corner and suddenly crashed into a Zoran guard who was moving in the opposite direction. Frantically, he told his story and begged the guard to help him, but the Zora grew solemn and directed the boy to follow him. At the deepest recesses of the Temple, not far from the Sage's personal sanctum, Alfon was brought to a small chamber with a table in the center. Breyon's body lay upon it, with a beautiful Zoran woman kneeling beside him, quietly sobbing.

Queen Ratala, wife of King Zora, had been performing a ritual of offering to the Goddess at the temple, when she sensed a small, fear-filled life entering the lake. Overcome with a feeling of dread, she quickly left the temple with her personal guard and found poor Breyon floating at the surface – near where the Hylian river emptied into the lake. Though the Zora are unmatched in their waterborne skills, they could do nothing for the boy and brought him to the Sage of Water for healing. Despite his best efforts, the call of the Goddess had come for the boy and he slipped away in their care.

Ignoring all protocol, young Alfon dashed to his brother's side and frantically tried to rouse him. The queen, recognizing the resemblance between the two, realized that this was one of the victim's kin and gracefully stood. "I am so sorry child." She said to him, still weeping. The young lord looked up at her, still gripped with horror, and she finished, "He only asked after 'Aleya' and wanted to know if she was safe. His spirit was pure and innocent… I am so sorry, child."

Abandoning her original purpose there, the queen had directed her servants to perform the Hylian final rites over the boy and to surround his body with a wreath of water lilies. The Sage himself had prayed for the child, and begged the Goddess to give him peace and comfort within her realm. But Alfon's young mind was lost in the trauma of his little brother's death and could not think or speak clearly. Her majesty directed the temple guard to find a suitable wagon to carry his brother's body home, and they gracefully carried him up from the temple's depths.

Alfon did not remember much from the return journey. The world seemed to drift in and out of darkness as memories of his little brother mixed with the terrible imaginings of his final moments. His pain only grew larger when he reached his father's home. Lady Alima screamed and wailed at the sight of her child's body and Baron Duron was unable to speak. In their quiet, peaceful corner of Hyrule, death itself had come and robbed them of their youngest son.

The household's servants led Alfon inside and begged him to lay down and rest, but he refused and insisted that he see his remaining siblings. Aleya was still quite sick – she had been in the water for far too long and swallowed a large amount of water. Hamlon had faired much better, though he remained in bed resting. When his elder brother came to see him, the boy was quiet and evasive – not wanting to admit to the things that had happened. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Alfon was able to gather that the three children had ventured down to the river to play and that Hamlon and Breyon left their little sister -unattended- at the shore. When Alfon scolded his brother for letting himself forget about her, Hamlon angrily spat back, "I am not father! I am not god here! How was I supposed to know that she would wander into the water?! It's not my fault!"

All of the grief, all of the agony at the loss, suddenly twisted together inside of Alfon's stomach and exploded. Where all of the household was overcome with horror at Breyon's death, Hamlon was thinking only of himself and trying to deflect the blame onto his little sister – who herself nearly drowned. Screams and cries of rage suddenly rang out from the boy's room and the servants quickly dashed inside. The elder brother had leapt on top of Hamlon and was mercilessly beating his fists into the boy's face. "You bastard! You coward!" he screamed, "You killed him! YOU KILLED HIM!"

Things were never the same after that. The house felt broken and cold with the absence of Breyon and the deep-burning resentment between Alfon and Hamlon. The Baron and his wife now forbade the children from leaving their sight and they could only play upon the small lawn of grass surrounding their home, but the light had gone out from their lives, and the children seldom smiled or laughed anymore.