CHAPTER TWO
Analyn awoke with a dim light in her eyes, and the cries of cows outside. She put on a long black skirt and a dark green blouse. She pulled a dark shawl around her shoulders, and stepped out toward the pen of three cows, one heifer very young.
"Good Morning Nayru. Good Morning Link. Good Morning to you too, Navi." She opened the pen door, and stepped into the pen. She had named Nayru after one of the Creators of Hyrule. Link, the bull, was named after a mysterious boy that helped her five years ago. Navi was his fairy. Analyn had not seen them since, and she was unsure they were alive. It seemed she had seen him when she was small, but her past was hazy and mysterious.
With two full milk pails, she stepped back inside. Analyn dumped the milk carefully into empty bottles in the storage icebox, and closed it tight. She walked toward the open window and closed it, then stepped back outside into the dark sunlight. She picked a few blue tulips from her garden, and turned to face the graveyard behind her house. She looked down and sighed, kicking around dirt. Tears filled her eyes, but she wiped them away as she saw a funeral procession entering the graveyard. She rubbed her handkerchief in her eyes, and walked ahead to join the caravan of mourners.
Analyn awoke with a dim light in her eyes, and the cries of cows outside. She put on a long black skirt and a dark green blouse. She pulled a dark shawl around her shoulders, and stepped out toward the pen of three cows, one heifer very young.
"Good Morning Nayru. Good Morning Link. Good Morning to you too, Navi." She opened the pen door, and stepped into the pen. She had named Nayru after one of the Creators of Hyrule. Link, the bull, was named after a mysterious boy that helped her five years ago. Navi was his fairy. Analyn had not seen them since, and she was unsure they were alive. It seemed she had seen him when she was small, but her past was hazy and mysterious.
With two full milk pails, she stepped back inside. Analyn dumped the milk carefully into empty bottles in the storage icebox, and closed it tight. She walked toward the open window and closed it, then stepped back outside into the dark sunlight. She picked a few blue tulips from her garden, and turned to face the graveyard behind her house. She looked down and sighed, kicking around dirt. Tears filled her eyes, but she wiped them away as she saw a funeral procession entering the graveyard. She rubbed her handkerchief in her eyes, and walked ahead to join the caravan of mourners.