"That's pretty weird," Saria responded to Link's recounting of the mysterious voice he heard. "So, you're going to go?"
"Yeah," Link rubbed his head.
"Well...you can't!" Saria insisted.
"Why not?"
"It's...dangerous! At the very least, you need some defense," Saria explained, "if you're really going to go, you need to talk to Orca or something."
"I guess so," Link replied and stood from Saria's floor before leaving the hay shack.
Link wandered back in the direction of his house, avoiding conversation with the villagers by sticking to the side of the valley. He was turned around, checking to make sure no one spotted him (he tried to avoid talking as much as possible, as he was shy around people, when he bumped into something. Or someone.
Unfortunate Link had bumped into his least-liked of the Kakarikos, a muscular boy named Mido.
"Well, hey there, Linky," Mido snorted, crossing his arms, "goin' someplace?"
"Let me through," Link demanded softly, and tried to sidestep Mido. But the boy was too quick, and stopped Link with an extended arm.
"Listen, Linky..." Mido growled, "Saria, she's young and confused, so for some reason she thinks she likes you. But guess what, you little loser? She actually likes ME."
"You see, Link, here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna dump your dumb, homeless butt somewhere far away, and me and Saria are gonna get married. You do exactly as I tell you, maybe I'll let Saria invite you to the wedding. If she even wants anything to do with you by then. Got it?"
"Sure," Link scrunched his eyes and gave a fake, patronizing smile, before ducking to avoid Mido's large hands, rolling under him, and doing a slight jump to kick him in the back, knocking him down and giving time and a platform to get away. As Link began dashing away, he overheard a "that's right, scram!" from the older boy. Soon, Link had arrived at the edge of Kakariko, where Orca's home was. It was a dark blue shack, with a ladder leading to a higher floor, occupied by his brother Sturgeon. Link knocked on the lower door, and was quickly pulled in by a weak, skinny arm. The arm belonged to Orca, just the man he was looking for.
"Ah, Link," the old man's gruff voice sounded, "this is a surprise. What is your purpose here?"
"I've come to ask for some weapon, sir," Link answered.
"You? With a tool of defense? Ahahaha!" Orca laughed in Link's face, changing almost into a choke. "You're a boy!"
"Weren't you young when you started?" Link questioned angrily. "Look, I need some fighting stuff. I'm going into the Woods. By myself."
This statement quieted the old man. "I suppose it's dangerous to go alone," orca said as he began reaching for something. He pulled out a small sword from a nearby shelf, and set it in Link's hands. "Take this."
Link examined the blade. It was recently sharpened, and the gray blade shined with an inexplicable luster. The hilt and handle of the blade were woven brown, comfortable in Link's hand. The sword, although almost as tall as Link, was light, and he could move swiftly while using it.
"Do you know how to use one?" Orca asked.
"I'll figure it out," Link said, annoyed, but apologized: "sorry, sir. Thank you very much. I'll return it as soon as I can."
"Keep it," Orca stared into the wall opposite Link, as if in deep thought.
Link left the shack.
"We have wooden shields, iron shields, we got whatever you need shields."
"Yeah, you say that every time, Aryll. I have 100 rupees, will that get me a wooden shield?"
"They're actually 110, but I'll give you a discount, big bro," Aryll, manager of the shop in Kakariko, remarked.
"I'm not your brother!" Link smirked.
"Sure...big bro," Aryll laughed as Link exited the shop, with him a small, wooden shield.
When Link was out of the shop and united with a sword and shield, he fell tiredly to the soft, green grass, and lay there for a moment, before returning to his home, and to let all of the things he said and did and learned, reanimate in his dreams...