The Sun rose.

Against all odds, against all reason, another day had dawned on the land of Termina. A few mere hours prior, the sky was filled by the menacing grimace of the moon as it descended upon with Earth, with the humble settlement known as Clock Town directly in it's path. Chaos and uncertainty reigned in the streets for three days, with only the stubborn and ignorant remaining, while those who sought to escape certain death fled to the far edges of Termina in search of refuge.

What occurred next would go down in history, for just as suddenly as it plunged to the Earth, the Moon disappeared in a spectacular light show after being halted by the legendary Four Giants themselves. To those that were still in the area, it was like living in one of the old fairy tales; To the generations of the future, this momentous event would almost certainly be a fairy tale. In an effort to retain the memory of their salvation, the people of Termina officially marked this day as The New Day; to some, is was a fitting name for the beginning of a new era, the turning of a page.

To others, however, it was more preferable to remember this as The Great Disappointment.

You see, in the event of anticipated cataclysm, social norms and taboos tend to become meaningless; silly rules against looting, leaving surprises on your boss's desk, or indecent acts of intimate nature are bound to be broken. This is all nice and natural for the end of the world, but when the apocalypse unexpectedly blows over, and the time comes to return to the banality of everyday life, things tend to be different, and never for the better.

Once it was clear that there would be no mass death, many Terminians would return to their homes to find them robbed or destroyed; they would be unemployed and doomed to lifetime of awkward encounters with the attractive bank tellers that they only vaguely knew. It wasn't long before nearly everyone in Clock Town wished that their lives ended during their high of sinful indulgence.

In the midst of all the groaning, however, there remained one jubilant soul with the lust for life still burning within. A man who, after staring death in the face, was more energized than ever in his passions. Tingle, a local cartographer known for his... eccentricity, carried on with his head held high as others bewailed the loss of their Earthly trappings and ties. Tingle always held little value in the man-made society that he was often expected to find a place in; in fact, he believed that his presence in this very world was actually a divine mistake.

He yearned for a life more grand than one he was born into, but for some reason, he would translate this sense of longing into the notion that he was not human, but a fairy. Even at thirty five years, Tingle continued to display strange mannerisms that would befit a fairy, no matter how much his age betrayed this facade. For this, Tingle was mocked and dismissed by others as a weirdo who would never get his life together, but whether forgiving or oblivious he carried on in spite of their scorn.

They simply didn't understand; they had their homes and jobs, but how could Tingle's treasure be in this mundane world if his heart was not? It was for this reason that he knew in his little heart that destiny called to him from beyond.

"Tingle, Tingle, Kooloo-Limpah!"

One day, Tingle was flying over the land in one of his miniature hot air balloons, taking in the scenery that he'd so taken for granted. His favorite hobby was to study the gods' creation and carefully depict every rock and hill on his maps, but this time he was focused not on the creations of his own, but that of the gods.

"Oooh, such a vibrant day!" He chirped "Perhaps I should add colors to my maps in the future!"

Drifting along on the wind, Tingle continued towards the Termina Field Observatory, pen in hand and ready to account for any changes in the landscape.

"Tingle, Tingle- OH MY!"

Tingle's leisurely flight was interrupted by the sight of a man lying unconscious on the ground, appearing to have fallen out a nearby tree. Wasting no time, he deflated his balloon and lowered himself to the man's side to provide whatever assistance he could.

"S...someone there...?" The man moaned as he blinked awake.

"Hoho! Fear not, citizen, for Tingle is here to save the day!" Our hero declared.

"Help me... been here for days..."

Sensing the urgency, Doctor Tingle MD performed an analyses of the situation. His patient's leg was broken and in visible agony; to a man unprepared, an injury like this would be a death sentence in the wilderness, but Tingle, never unprepared, had just the thing.

"A dose of dragonfly dust should do the trick!" Said Tingle as he pulled out a jar filled with whatever it was that he called 'dragonfly dust'

"AAAAAAARGH!"

Tingle began to carelessly slather than man's leg with the non-FDA-approved powder; his rough handling of a broken limb combined with an added irritant caused the helpless invalid to howl in pain. It didn't help that the applicant in question also smelled strongly like rotten meat.

"STOP! Just go get help, man!" the poor wretch begged "Get a real doctor or something!"

Not getting the hint, Tingle admired his fine work for a moment in self congratulation. With his work considered finished, he started up his balloon and prepared to resume his business as usual.

"The operation was a complete success, good sir! Tingle's powder should only take two moments to heal your poor leg!" He declared "Tingle Tingle, Kooloo-Limpah!"

As he took off into the sky, Tingle noticed that some new company was already arriving onto the scene.

"GRRRRRRRRR!"

"Oh goodie! These wolves shall keep you company until you're as good as new!" He cheered.

"W-wolves...?"

The injured man suddenly felt his leg being licked by an unseen creature. By the time he looked up, a drooling set of jaws were already a mere inch from his face. Tingle's services would be a getting a review that day; not for his medical practice, but for his excellent meal preparation.

With carefree bliss, Tingle soared in the direction Clock Town, deaf to the despairing screams that rang from behind. Besides making maps and dreaming of the fairy realm, one of his favorite things to do was to be a lucky charm for those down and out; and there was certainly no shortage of misfortune in the dreary human world.

"What sort of bully could knock that poor soul out of a tree...?" Tingle lamented "I ought to find that ruffian and teach him a lesson in friendship, yes I should!"

Tingle may have been young at heart, but he was by no means innocent; he knew the many pitfalls of life and how most of them could be traced back to the malicious intentions of a villain. So many despicable types that seek to achieve fulfillment by depriving others of their happiness. How much better the world could be if everyone simply opened their eyes to the joys of love...

Speaking of those denied their right to joy, Tingle spotted a carriage exiting from the East gate, sporting the iconic Romani Ranch logo. Driving it was the esteemed Cremia, the farm's young owner. Tingle was quite fond of Cremia, what with her kind and upstanding nature, but mostly for the cheerful disposition she used to always carry. Unfortunately, it seemed that she was having a bad day, as had been the case for the last few weeks.

"Maybe I should just stay home tomorrow..." Cremia muttered to herself.

As she steered Southward, appearing to be heading back home, Tingle watched over her with sympathy; it pained him to see her so down in the dumps, causing him to ponder ceaselessly over what could be troubling her.

(Perhaps she's feeling under the weather?) He wondered (No, she would be at home in bed if so... Maybe she's been working too hard as of late?)

As the wagon came to a stop, Tingle snapped out of his thoughts and realized two things; firstly, that he had been following Cremia while occupied with concern, and secondly that they had passed the turn to Milk Road. Cremia parked the carriage on the West side of Clock Town and stepped out, still unaware of her airborne observer.

"Yeah... I doubt Anju would care..." She said quietly.

Cremia blankly stared out for a few moments at the setup that was prepared for the following day; the wedding of Kafei and Anju was to take place at this site, an event that everyone looked forward to. For reasons that completely escaped Tingle, she seemed to grow even more despondent from looking at all the decorations.

(That's it! This calls for immediate action!) Tingle thought. Unable to bear Cremia's sadness any further, he pulled from his backpack a small box, wrapped with a bow.

(Perhaps a good laugh will brighten her day!) He assured himself as he stealthily placed his mysterious gift on the passenger side of her cart. With his work completed, Tingle swiftly left the scene, confident that whatever it was that he'd planted would cure Cremia's depression.

"Sigh... No, if I chicken out, she'll never let me live it down... I just gotta face the music..."

After taking in the sight before her long enough, Cremia sauntered her way back to the Cremobile and began her departure back to the ranch. She had traveled a good deal before she finally noticed the package that was planted beside her.

"What's this? A present?" She wondered.

POP!

Just as soon as she lifted the lid of the container, a sudden explosion of confetti and glitter shot into her face, causing her to instinctively tug back on the reins.

"NEEEEIGH!"

"WAAAH!"

SPLAT!

When her horses came to a sudden stop, she was flung forward off the carriage and into a puddle of mud.

TRAMPLE TRAMPLE! THUNK THUNK!

As if that wasn't enough, the horses were so spooked by the sudden chaos that they dashed forward, crushing poor Cremia under the weight of their hooves as well as the wheels.

"Ooooooooohhhhh..." She groaned "Owwwww..."

Meanwhile in West Clock Town, Tingle was back to his usual high altitude roaming, watching the bustle and commerce of the humans. A large, boisterous crowd was gathered just outside the town bank, appearing to be worried about the money they'd entrusted the teller. From what Tingle could gather, every last rupee had been withdrawn from the bank by a single party who managed to bypass their highly sophisticated accounting system. According to the authorities, the prime suspect for this one man bank run was a strange boy by the name of Link.

Little was known about this Link, but eye witness reports insisted that he was all over Termina, assisting people with their problems, albeit sometimes with a motive of his own. He was also believed to have come from a country far away, judging from his attire and way of speaking.

Tingle did not believe this accusation of thievery for a moment; he'd seen this Link all about Termina carrying out heroic deeds, and knew a fairy when he saw one. He also knew that fairies are benevolent creatures that would never play such a mean prank on humans. It was clear that these superstitious humans were simply blaming the supernatural for the collapse of their own economy.

"Ho... Such a shame I couldn't go home with him..." Tingle sighed; Link was the most powerful fairy he'd ever seen, being able to instantly teleport across the world and vanquish so many bad guys, but it was still great to know that the boy was using his powers for good.

Tingle always wondered what it was that made him fail to get the attention of his fairy brethren; he believed he did a good job of doing good deeds and assisting the poor and downtrodden. It was the duty of all fairies to serve the humans and make the world a better place, so why was his work going so unnoticed?

(Maybe something bigger!) He thought (Something that will bring light to the whole world!)

Tingle looked around. Clock Town, despite the superficial changes, was still the same as always at it's core: a bleak, gloomy series of walls that looked more like a prison when viewed from above. His destiny simply could not have been within this stone confinement, toiling away in mind numbing labor with the humans. No matter many times he'd visited, no matter how many times he was told to join the dreamless rabble, the mere sight of Clock Town made Tingle feel... homesick.

Homesick for a place he'd never even been to.

(ENOUGH OF THIS FAIRY CRAP ALREADY! I NEED TO GET LAID!)

Horrified, Tingle shook his head free of the demon that crawled in to whisper such foul words. Having done that, he noticed that the Sun was beginning to set and that he was feeling the burn from all the smiles he brought to his friends.

"Hmm... it's getting late... Maybe it's time for beddy-bye, Tingle did good work for today!"

With that, Tingle directed himself Southward towards his temporary abode in the Southern Swamp. Despite his disappointment, he kept his chin up, knowing that he was only one day closer to finding his way back to his true home. He just hoped that the day of his triumph would be coming sometime soon...

As he disappeared over the horizon, Tingle knew little that he was being watched over by a fairy, and a Great one at that.

"What am I going to do with him...?" The pink haired being sighed.

Tingle had long been a thorn in her side with his hopeless quest to join the ranks of the fairies. The Scourge of Termina, that's what her subjects called him. For many years, Tingle's countless impulsive actions have caused trouble on the land that she was assigned to protect. Alas, this regent of Clock Town's Fairy Fountain was forbidden to directly interfere with human activity, and was thus helpless against the terrible reign of the Green Menace.

But this day, she decided that she'd had enough; The Great Fairy was no longer willing to be burdened with cleaning up Tingle's messes. She cracked a slight grin, already coming up with a plan to be rid of him once and for all.

Back at his 'father's' house, Tingle lie awake in his bed, fatigued from a long day of productivity, yet also restless.

(I'M THIRTY FIVE FOR GODDESSES SAKE!)

Despite his efforts, Tingle could not rid himself of the evil spirit that had invaded his pure mind. All through the evening did it bark such perverted thoughts, such incitement towards carnal urges; a never ending stream of temptations.

Tingle stood strong though; he'd won this contest many times before, thanks to both his fortitude and knowledge. Not only was he pure of mind and hand, he also knew that fairies had no need to engage in those naughty bed games because they did not reproduce... at least not in that icky and gross way that humans do... so he believed.

(Do fairies... take wives?) He wondered.

Tingle had to admit, there were some nuances to the fair lifestyle that were not quite clear to him. He knew he was lonely in this alien world, but seeking marital companionship, while a pleasant thought, could possibly have been a trap laid out by the demon in order to bind him to Termina forever.

"Of course fairies can get married!"

Tingle jumped when a voice suddenly spoke out. He looked up to see a large, beautiful woman (albeit with excessive makeup) in his room, floating overhead.

"A G-g-g-g-Great Fairy!" Tingle sputtered.

"Yes, Tingle." She replied "You seemed troubled, so I've come to offer you my guidance."

"Tingle humbles himself before you, oh great one!" the chubby manchild said as he leapt from his bed and onto his knees.

"You are very close to earning your wings, dear Tingle." the great assured with a gentle tone "But you must listen to your heart and find the one to whom you are to be wed."

This shocked Tingle. So it was true after all that he was destined to be joined with another in marriage.

"This shall be your final test before you reach... enlightenment or something like that." The Fairy continued "If you find your one true soul mate, then in your next lives will you be joined together forever in the Realm of the Fae!"

"But... who must Tingle marry?" Tingle asked "There are so many sweet and beautiful girls to be found!"

"Oh! Umm..."

Unprepared for this question, the fairy stuttered for a moment before making her recovery.

"Well you, umm... I-I cannot tell you!" She said "This is something you must discover on your own!"

Ever gullible, Tingle stood up straight and saluted.

"Then it shall be done, m'lady! Tingle will not fail you!"

"Yeah..." The great fairy concluded as she vanished in a display of sparkling light "...idiot."

With newfound enthusiasm and glee, Tingle returned to his bed in a effort to get a wink of sleep with all the excitement. He was overjoyed to find that he was going to be married someday, though to whom he did not yet know. Even more so that once he found the one, his quest to return home would finally be over. The worst of his time in this dull and colorless world was at last behind him; only happiness and love from this night forward.

So watch out, ladies! There's a new bachelor in the game, and his name is Tingle!