"No, not like that. Like this!"

Link craned his head upward and watched in amazement the arrow which Mosley had just set loose from his brass-edged mahogany bow. The arrow, as straight and true in its course as an Olympic medalist, zinged away from the boys into the trees, its red-feathered shaft speeding away smoothly into the distance. The arrow flew on for a few metres before it darted nicely, right in the center of a blood-red apple hanging down from a grape vine right above their heads. Its shaft quivered for a few moments, pointed tip dug lightly under the apple's peel. Link felt his mouth drop open, shocked at Mosley's aim.

Mosley grinned and tucked his bow under his arm. "I know you think that was awesome and all, Link, but you're not so bad yourself. Hit that apple, right next to the one I just shot, and we can compare."

Link, suddenly aware of his gaping mouth, closed it, nodded and slid his own wooden bow out from where it was slung across his back. He carefully pulled an arrow out from his shoulder-slung quiver and notched it to his bow, where he closed one eye and carefully aimed before letting it fly.

The arrow, with its own plain red feathers, cut nicely through the air with a whirring sound and hit the top of the apple Mosley had indicated. The other boy nodded, walking over until he was directly in the shadow of the vines and pulled on of the thicker ones. Both apples came falling down and Mosley picked them both up before trotting back to Link.

"See, it's like I said. You're not that bad. It's pretty hard to hit an apple when it's hanging from a vine above your head. But you could get better." Mosley showed Link both apples before handing Link his arrow, pulling out his own and throwing both apples off into the trees.

"Well, I'd have to be pretty good, considering I have saved the whole of Hyrule, you know," Link teased jokingly, brushing off the tip of his arrow before putting it back into his shoulder quiver.

Mosley laughed and pushed his friend away. Soon a pushing match started, with the two boys shoving each other and laughing until something behind them rustled.

"What?" Link stopped pushing Mosley and glanced off into the trees, where the sound had come from. The boys looked at each other curiously until the rustling figures revealed themselves to be Maureen and Nalinda.

"Oh. It's just you guys," Mosley said, sheathing his bow and replacing the arrow in his own quiver. "We were having a shoving match," he grinned sheepishly.

"What do you mean, just us?" Maureen joked as she and Nalinda began leading the boys through the trees. "We bring important news. Tell 'em what you saw, servant girl."

Nalinda grinned amiably at the nickname before starting her story. "Well, I was making some food for lunchtime," she began, running her hands through her long hair, "and I heard a mysterious voice. It sounded like a guy was talking with King Seehal. I left the food and peeked out the door."

"What did this guy look like, Nalinda?" Link interrupted, rubbing his blue eyes as if to discover a revelation about something. "Maybe we've seen him before."

"Well, you might have, Link, but I'm pretty sure we haven't. He was tall, really tall, taller than anyone I've ever med. He had silver armour and a cape, a midnight blue cape that reached all the way to the floor. Let's see... His hair was black, black and spiky, and the top part of his head was covered by a helmet. I couldn't see his eyes from where I was, but I could feel them glowing, as if he could see me." Nalinda finished her recital, cheeks glowing and eyes bright.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go investigate," Maureen said decidedly, pivoting on her heel and making her way back to the castle.

"What the?" Link turned to stare at Mosley. "You don't think she's actually going to do it, do you?"

Mosley gave a dismissive shrug. "When Maureen wants to do something, Maureen wants to do something. No one can stop her."

Link stared at Maureen's dark receding figure before shaking off his confusion and following her into the tree trunks.