The next morning Link woke up from his deep sleep from a familiar, but unwanted voice.
"Rinse and shine Link, Rise and shine." Ingo's voice whispered in his ear like a snake.
"I'm awake, now get out!" Link mumbled as he sat up and stared on the thin mousy man, his deep brown eyes peered back, like he was disgusted from the sight of Link.
"I said" Link said, pointing towards the door. "Get out!"
"No need to get all worked up Link I was just making sure you're fully awake." Ingo said with a grim voice.
"And…?" Link asked still looking at the man with a hateful glare. Oh, how he hated Ingo sitting by his bed, watching him sleep, Once Link had pretended he was asleep, and then sat up screaming like there was a fire on his leg. Ingo had fallen backwards off his chair. Cursing like a gerudo. Link had laughed till he cried.
"I'm already on my way!" Ingo said ad he slowly raised.
"I can't see your feet moving" Link said with a cold, angered voice.
The ugly, pig smelling man started walking across the room. Then he looked back.
"All I want is to be you're friend" He said with a smooth voice. Link slowly raised his hand pointing his finger at the door.
"Thanks Ingo! See you later" Link said calmly, letting the man understand his words. Sometimes the man looked to be as stupid as a fly. Buzzing around everywhere and bothering everyone.
As he put on his clothes, he remembered the bath Malon had promised him, in his pants only, he ran downstairs into the bathroom, where he fond an empty, but wet bath tub.
"Ingo" He muttered, tightening his fist till it was white. Then he tramped out side when he saw the bastard, he gave him a hateful glare. Ingo just stared at him like he didn't know a damned thing, and he probably didn't. A squirrel remembered things better than the tragically man. Now he stood, leaning to a fence cleaning his teeth with a stick. Link went over to Epona, she was already been prepared for a ride. Link swung himself up on the saddle.
"Hey! Kid! I was thinking that maybe I should take Epona for a ride" Ingo yelled after him As Link trot towards the Ranch exit.
Link just ignored the fool; he wasn't interested in the man's nagging, not this day. Not after all the things he had already done. And Link had been awake for five minutes already. He hoped the water in the river was warm, so he could take a bath there before fishing.
The water was indeed warm, and he could actually see the fat fishes swim everywhere. It had never been as much fish here as it was now. So there would probably be a bad idea ti go for a swim in the deep fish-full river. He swung the sinking lure out in the river. And sat back, he thought it could be a while before the fish would bite. Just when he had sat down comfortable, the fishing rod almost jumped out of his hands. He threw himself after it, and started reeling like a madman. When he was finished, he weighed his fish in his hands; it was at least eight pounds. One or two more now, and he could relax. Epona grassed happily a short distance away, and seemed happy about that.
It didn't take long before Link had three nice, fat salmons lying on the grass beside him. He used his knife to cut a stick, witch he hung the fish on, after the gills. Then he hung them on Epona's saddle, and let her keep on grassing for a while. Kink one again leaned back in the grass, leaning his head on a tree root, soon he was deep asleep.
With a sudden move; Link rose and unsheathed his sword. The blade lay perfectly in his left hand. The blue, almost purple hilt and wings was the unexplainable good work of a master smith. A golden eye lay between the hilt and the blade, it shined in the sun witch came from the window, way up below the chamber roof. He looked around; no one was there, not a soul to see. Then he started walking out the way he came. Three stones hovered an inch over an old stone alter one blue, one red, and one green. All with a fine frame of gold. Then he froze dead in his steps, in one swift movement he had his sword and shield out. He turned around and stood eye to eye with a bandaged, blonde person with blue tights and an ancient weird symbol on his chest.
"Awaken Link!" He said, "Feel the call of your blade, It has awakened. Awaken! Hurry Link get the blade…Awaken, Awaken!"
"AWAKEN!" Link Screamed as he sat up awake as an owl.
He looked about, nothing moved, unless the shadow on the other side of the forest. It looked like a horse, with wolf fur and a wolf-like head. But Link wasn't sure. He wasn't afraid, as always he thought: "If it's after me, he would have attacked long ago, if it wants me dead, there is no way I possibly can stand in his way" But still, there was something about the silhouette that made him sweat, his breathing changed. His thoughts changed. The dark red eyes were searching the surroundings, for food, prey, a victim. Link felt something deep inside him, drawing him away, towards the fields, where he could actually see.
Slowly, he rose, and grabbed the three fishes by his side. He called on Epona, witch responded a short distance away with a neigh. The woods were pitching black; the moonlight provided him with just enough light so he could see the silhouette of the wolf-horse on the other side of the river. It had reacted when he called Epona. It was sniffing around in the air, searching for something. Link began running, he wasn't ready to die, not yet, and he didn't have any proper weapons to kill it with either.
Maybe with exception from his Bow, but it was way too dark to get a decent shot on the large, but quite invisible thing. Link had his feet working faster than ever now to make his way back to Epona, back to his Bow. There were a lot brighter out on the fields than in the woods. And Epona wasn't far away.
He got up to Epona and grabbed his bow; he loaded an arrow and aimed for the woods. The beast hadn't arrived yet. Or was it closing in on him from a different angle? He walked around Epona and stared towards the dark belt of woods witch stretched along with the river. A wild roar rose from the dark woods, and a shadow launched from the darkness, with a direct route towards Link. He released the arrow; it flew directly towards the huge wolf's mouth. Instead of piercing the beast's head; the beast snapped it out of the air and broke the arrow in two. Link had no time to load another arrow, so he pulled his knife, and stood ready. Right before the beast jumped at him, he dodged, and saw the beast, coming flying over him, suddenly, and it was like time itself stood still. Nothing moved, only Link. He used the opportunity to stab the knife up through its chest, and then kicking it over him.
When he took the first step, Link realized something about himself. Something was unleashed inside him, something furious, powerful, and courageous. He walked over to the beast, and dried off the blood on his knife on its fur. Before Link could even blink, the beast was up, and over him. Somehow, Link had managed to get his feet on its chest, so the razor-sharp teeth didn't reach him. He was unable to stab it with his knife since he had lost it in the surprise when it came on him.
"For the cause of the three goddesses. Die already!" Link shouted up to the beast
"No!" An inner voice said.
"Oh, yes!" Link said, kicking the beast over him, while rolling backwards. He landed on its chest and started choking the huge wolf.
"It's time for you to let go!" Link said to it, and for a brief second it seemed as it understood that Link was going to win. He tightened his grip around its throat more than he ever had done. It had to die, Link demanded it. No threat should stay alive. Link stared into its blank, dark, and endlessly deep eyes. It stared back with eyes, hoping for salvation. But Link didn't grant one. If he let go, the beast would attack him again. But still, he understood the beast's situation.
He released the beast just enough for it to breathe.
"I want you to remember this day, so that when you see a Hylian in trouble, you can help him!" Link said slowly, making sure it understood.
With a sudden move it had freed itself enough to rip open Links skin on his back. Pain welled over him, making him cry out in pain. During the cry, something else in him changed. No mercy for attackers. And he tightened his grip again. Harder, harder than the last time. Some painful sounds escaped the beast's throat as Link reached his max strength. He could not possibly tighten his grip any more. The beast clawed him frantically on his back; blood was running like small creeks down his back, making a pool under them. The beast started to loose its strength. More and more for each second that passed away. Link ignored the pain, and the fact that he was bleeding powerfully. And then, it let go of its evil soul. The body went limp as a powerful wind hauled through the valley. Link sat there for five more minutes choking the cadaver. Making sure it was dead as a stone. He waited till it was cold, and then the pain slammed through his body, making him scream out of both pain and victory. He had killed the beast, and he had enjoyed it. He tasted his own blood, and liked it. The beast's blood was black as the night itself. And smelled like rotten meat.
Then, he fell deep asleep in a pool of his own, and the beast's blood exhausted from the fight, and the loss of blood.