A light fog hung over Kakariko village; yesterday's rain had been short but heavy. A small, round puddle had formed near the post of the guard by the stairs while tiny foot prints seemed almost placed randomly within it. The tiny prints lead to a house where two children reside. Mud had been splattered along the wall from past wrestling mud match that involved the small children. The guard chuckled to himself as he remembered the shout of anger that came from the mom when she discovered her children covered in mud. His eyes tried to shut themselves, wishing him to sleep, but he resisted. It is his duty to stay up all night and watch. The night was long, and as usual: boring. No war, no thieves, not even a stalchild to bring some action into star-and-torch-lit darkness. Sometimes he really wondered if peace was doing him any good. He slumped against his post and stared off to the horizon, faint rays of light began to pierce the darkness. He could soon sleep: only to wake and prepare for this once the sun rose and began set.
He wondered to himself why he had taken this post. He enjoyed solitude and figured that this would be the best way to get it: he also planned to finish reading a book he had started two years ago but never got around to finishing. As luck would have it, he was denied the chance to read. He easily became engulfed in his books, ignoring the world around him. Obviously, that sort of thing isn't allowed while one is on duty.
He looked down at the damp grass at his feet. A rock with sharp features lay at his feet; closer inspection revealed that its surface was far from smooth. He sighed and bent down to pick it up. He watched the horizon and he lightly tossed the stone up and down in his hand. His eyes tried again to shut themselves, and again he prevailed, although reluctantly. The gentle patting noise the rock made as it landed in his hand forged a soft rhythm. He began to ponder if he should stop; the soft pat-pat sound was lulling him to sleep. Again he tossed the rock up, but this time it did not come down. His hand help open for it, confusion entered his mind. His first though is that he dropped it, but when he quickly scanned the ground that revealed nothing. Slowly, he looked up.
He had not the time to scream.
About half an hour to an hour later, his replacement came by to relieve him. The replacement found the guard working the night post curled up in a ball on the moist ground, blithering madly of dark things, evil things of fire and darkness. The replacement wondered what had happened to this seemingly now insane man… What had caused this man to pale like white snow? As the replacement inspected the crazy man before him, he found a rough and jagged rock that had been charred black. What can burn solid stone? He thought to himself as he ran to castle to alert the Hyrulean royalty.