Malon raced behind the man. As they approached the bridge that led to Death Mountain, he turned and spoke to Malon. "You should wear this, so if he comes looking for you, no one will know you came here." He said as he handed her a cloak and mask. Somehow, the mask seemed a bit familar. It was a red wood carved into a horrid looking face with zombie features.

"Thanks.....that.....is.....a.....good idea." Malon said. She was panting and could hardly talk. She followed the man up the stone stair case, feeling extremely safe. As they reached the small village, Malon heard a man shout.

"Hey buddy, I don' know were she is. Maybe tha' couple over dere 'as seen 'er." The man was backing away from an angry fellow pushing him around. It was hard to see through the holes in the mask but Malon was sure it was Ingo.

She whispered to the green-clad man, "It's him, we need to run." Hearing this, the man grabbed her arm and ran as fast as he could to the grave yard.

Panting, the couple sat next to a beautifully engraved tombstone.

"Wow." Malon gazed at the grave. She wondered if someone would ever make that beautiful of a tomb stone to remember her.

"Hey, come here for a minute." The man motioned for Malon to come sit next to him. "I wanted to do something for you."

He was crouched over a soft tuffet of soil with a bottle of milk in his hand. There was also a small spade stuck in the ground by his foot. Malon smiled.

Jokingly she asked, "That wouldn't happen to be Lon Lon milk would it?" Giggling she crouched next to him.

"Actually, it is." He smiled devilishy at her. "I know that the milk is dead to you now...So I thought a proper burial is in place." He motioned to the spade. "Ladies first."

Malon's eyes glassed over at the kind gesture. She griped the rusty handle in her shaking hand. The man had dug a small hole in the ground. She lifted the bottle and placed it in the small knook. Slowly she piled dirt and the pale liquid in the bottle was fading from site. When she had completely burried the milk, her savior lifted the mask from her face.

"Who--" Malon began to ask but she was cut off by two fingers placed on her lips. As he pulled his fingers away his whol hand found its way to the back of her neck.

The two leaned together until their lips caressed each other. Suddenly the stars were alittle bit brighter and the moon was a little big bigger. It was bliss.

"I can't believe you don't remember. The mask? The graveyard? It's me. Dampe Jr.?"

Suddenly it all rushed back to her.

"I love you." Malon admitted.

"I know." Answered Junior. And he kissed her again under the moonlight.

A/N: Continue?.......Sorry for the long time it took to update. Let me know if this is complete or if you want me to continue.