Chapter 1: An Ancient Story Unraveled

"Welcome...to Faro's Shack of Stories and Excitement!" The thing, apparently named Faro, said. He waved his eerie shadow hand around the small room. It was heavily decorated with things from all ages and adventures. As Link looked around the barely lit room, he saw a slab with some old notes on it. He pulled out his ocarina and tried to make out what the notes were. They came out as an eerie song that sounded to Link like five enemies clashing swords simultaneously. As the shriek like music echoed throughout the small home, Link covered his ears as Faro continued to gesture to different things in the room. He didn't even see Link cowering on the floor. As the music dimmed, Link slowly got up and tried to pay attention to Faro.

"...An ancient civilization, some believed them to be just myths, called the Garos. The Garos were the greatest warriors in all of Ancient Hyrule. There was always peace in Ancient Hyrule because the Garos did their jobs with care, but with speed. One famous Garo, Potio, was known all throughout the land, and a few other now nonexistent lands, as the greatest hero ever to step foot in all of history...which wasn't much back then, but it still sounded nice. Now, something to know about Potio is that he was known for deceiving and sometimes murdering any partner ever assigned to him. He was a lone wolf in his jobs and many people wondered why. Something even stranger was that any job he did lived in utter peace until the end of their reign...which was usually only about ten years more. After quite a few more jobs and just as many lost civilizations, people started to wonder about Potio, and a few tried to kill him. They all failed, and their families always died not long after them. Sometimes this Potio Plague, as historians call it now, would even go on generations on...or the few generations they would have.

"After a time of death and fear, no one heard from Potio, 'He died from guilt and sorrow' they all say. Us historians think differently though...yep, we know he lives. He might not be Potio the Great, or Potio the Feared anymore, but he's out there. I know he's out there because I've seen him...and so have you. You were on some great quest were you not?"

"Uh...yeah, how'd you know?" Link responded.

"...Historians know lots of things that would blow your little mind. Anyway, your quest was to dispose of a Dark Lord and save the future of this world right?" Faro asked.

"Yes, that's one way to say it," Link said.

"Well...this...Ganondorf as you call him, he's immortal and capable of many dark things right?" Faro asked. His questions were becoming more persistent.

"Yes. What are you getting at with all this?" Link asked irritably.

"Well that's what I brought you here for. You are to go on a quest for answers...you will go to this past that I talked about and find this Potio. You will follow him on one of his jobs and see what goes on. Then, once you have done what I command you, you must find your way back, and just a hint, it's not a hidden portal or musical key or anything. So be off with you...and may the Triforce be with you," Faro smirked at his lame joke and waved his hand at Link. A bright flash of light flew into the room and carried little Link off. Faro cursed the brightness and then hid under a small cot.

"Yesss...he will sssurely meet Potio...that I can be ssssertain of..." Faro cackled an evil and dark cackle, then he vanished into the darkness of the shadows.