Morning came at its usual time. The sun poked its bright sunny head over the horizon before coming out to light the world, as if it knew something that the rest of world did not yet know. There was a slight bustle in the small, wooden hen house. The rooster crawled out and fluttered around for a bit. It had been stuck in that hen house all night, and his whole body was cramped up. It hated being stuck in the hen house with all of the ladies. There never was another rooster for him to cluck with. They only appeared when the rooster of the hen house was about to die. Nobody ever really thought to think about it, but the cuccos were similar to the Gerudos. The leading male only appeared when it was needed. One male was always there; no more, no less. At last, the poor, lonely rooster reached the fence and stretched out his long, thin rooster legs. As the rooster assumed its position on the fence, it breathed in deep, tasting the sweet, pure air that surrounded him. Derik, already used to the daily routine, rolled over and pulled out his slingshot. As the rooster began to crow, a deku seed suddenly hit it from behind. It screeched and flew off in a barrage of feathers, just as it always did. Derik smiled, rolled over, and tried to get a little sleep.
Derik was a young man of about 23 years of age. He was found lying, almost dead, on the ground on Hyrule Field when he was 17 years old. When a "savior, sent by the gods" stumbled him upon, as Derik called his rescuer, it was discovered that the young man was extremely bloody, with numerous wounds all over his body. It took him nine months to fully recover from whatever had happened to him. The healers all thought he was a hopeless case, they believed that he would not last longer than a few days, a week at most. But the gods seemed to favor him, for he struggled on against all odds and pulled through. The healers called it an omen of good fortune, one of great destiny, one that would perhaps lead the man through his life and help him along the way. When his rescuer attempted to find out who his young charge was, both of the Hylians discovered that the young man had no idea of where he had come from, or who he was. Even now, six years after he was found, he could not remember anything that had happened to him before he was seventeen. It was like there was an important part of him missing, almost as if he was a part of something greater than his own self. He usually just dismissed it as nothing; he could not remember it anyhow. He had learned over time that it was best not to think about what had happened before he could remember, it only led his mind to the dead end that was always there. On his body at the time that he was found, he carried a long, beautiful golden sword in a beautifully decorated golden holster, which was slung over his shoulder. In addition, around his neck, he wore a gold chain. At the end of the chain was an oddly shaped deep blue stone. When first looked at, it shone brightly; brighter than the sky that is up above; but at second glance, it seemed to fade into just a dull blue stone, a dull, but beautiful, blue stone. This stone was kept on himself at all times, it somehow comforted him in his time of need, it reminded him that even though all was forgotten, he was not alone in this world.
The sweet silence of the glistening morning would not last for long. The cocky rooster, intent on giving out his morning cry, once and for all, hopped up once again onto the old wooden fence. It screamed out, "Cock-a-doodle-do!" as loud as it could.
"Stupid rooster." Derik said, getting quite annoyed. "I can't get any sleep."
He grabbed his slingshot and almost fell out of his bed as he stomped over to the open window. He shot the bird twice squarely in the rump and turned around to go back to sleep.
But instead of the normal squawk that usually came after Derik shot the bird with his seeds, the rooster crowed for a third time. Derik cocked his head to one side, trying to listen to it with his keen Hylian hearing. There was something different, something that he had not heard before. It was not a normal rooster crow; it sounded very strange. The crow bounced off the walls that surrounded the lake and then hit his ears again. It was then that he picked up what the change was. The crow sounded like it had a twinge of danger attached onto it. It was almost as if he was hearing the battle cry of soldiers on the rampage. It scarred Derik out of his skin. He quickly looked out the window and saw that the rooster was coming straight at him.
As he looked further outside the window, he saw that there were about five more cuccos flying right for him, or rather, were trying to fly. They would hop in the air and flutter slowly to the ground. But even with their hopping, they were still approaching very quickly.
"OWWW!" Derik screamed as the rooster pecked his arm with its razor-like beak. He had been looking at the cuccos for so long that he had not noticed the rooster entering his house. He looked down at his arm and realized that the small peck had caused a large wound in his arm. Derik grabbed his arm, trying to stop the bleeding. He knew that this type of cucco was bloodthirsty. One sight of blood would throw them into frenzy.
"Din's Fire!" Derik screamed aloud as the rooster fluttered by his head and pecked him squarely in the temple. "That really hurt!"
Blood trickled down his face and into his right eye. His vision became reduced to an increasing sea of red.
"I'm a pretty pathetic fighter if I can't even defeat a little rooster." he thought to himself.
Derik began to become dizzy from the blow to his temple. He refused to give up however and looked at the rooster head on. The rooster, sensing his weakened state, charged at the young man's head. Derik dodged the attack, but he knew that he could not stand forever. The blow to the temple eventually caused him to fall down to his knees. He winced as his knees slammed into the floor. He stayed there for a moment trying to regain some of his strength. He tried to stand up only to be knocked to the floor again by a wave of dizziness. Derik knew that he had to get up. He summoned all his strength and to his surprise, he stood up and did not fall over.
Then suddenly the rooster landed on top of Derik's head. He leaped into action, forgetting his injuries, and began to swat at the air as the insane bird began pecking at his eyes.
"No, you insane bird! I need those to see!" Derik yelled, trying in vain to get the bird off his head.
He ran around the room, screaming and grabbing at the air. Then, his hand struck something. A wing! He filled his hand with as much feathers and muscle as he could fit and yanked the demonic bird off his head. The rooster sailed into the corner and smashed into the wall. It lay there for a moment, stunned. Derik took the opportunity to grab something to hit it with. He found a long wooden stick on the ground and picked it up. He held the weapon in his hand as he felt a strange feeling come over him.
"What's happening?" he asked himself.
A memory was trying to resurface, something about fighting. He stared at the rooster as it recovered from its unexpected flight and began to crow again. His head snapped to the open window. The five cuccos had been sitting on the windowsill, watching the fight, waiting for their turn, waiting for the battle, which was now upon him. The rooster crowed again and the cuccos fluttered to the ground and came straight for him. Derik slowly turned his head back to the insane rooster and wished that he had never gotten those extra deku seeds from that little boy. A sharp pain emerged in the back of Derik's head as a cucco buried its beak far into the reaches of the young man's skull. The world slowly became black as Derik's lifeless body slumped to the floor.