Link pulled on his classic green elf-like cap, the end hanging down off his head. He was wearing the clothes Saria had given him, along with good boots. In his right hand was a small sword from Orca, shining. In the other, he held a shield in a defensive position. Link stood in front of the Lost Woods, a maze-like forest where all sense of direction supposedly faded. In the center of it all lay a great Tree, a Deku Tree, that was to bestow wisdom, strength, and courage upon the Chosen One. That was where Link was headed-not for the wisdom, strength, and courage-but to figure out why the voice in his head needed him there so badly.
Earlier, he had said goodbye to his friends, Saria, Aryll, and Orca. This could be the last time he saw any of them. Link remembered his encounter with Saria.
"Link, take this with you," Saria had handed him an ocarina. "Now, you'll have to come back-to deliver it personally!" She made a little turn, then quickly hugged Link before returning to Kakariko. Link, the quiet self he always was, had said nothing. All he did was set the small ocarina in a knapsack by his hip.
But now, Link was at the edge of the end of society. He stared into the huge red trees that made up the jungle. Red was all he saw most his life, anyway.
He began walking. As he neared his fate, signs tried to ward him off with cryptic messages. The red leaves began gaining more detail. He entered a small passageway to see to his doom.
As soon as he was inside the depths of the maze, he was under assault. But it was okay.
His uncle had taught him many things. Creatures, their weaknesses, whether or not they were harmless, where they lurked...this one, it was an Octorok. A small, squid-like creature that hid itself in bushes or tall grass, and revealed itself only to kill and eat prey with a supply of pellets it held in it's mouth. Usually, they hid back in the grass if predators neared it. The best Link could do was try to avoid their territory.
"Oh, Gosh!" he heard. He turned swiftly, holding his blade in a diagonal position to his hip while wielding his shield in front of him. It was an older gentleman, hunched over to Link's size, his back obviously suffering from an incredibly large backpack he wore, aligned with masks. "Never thought I'd see civilization again. He introduced himself, "hello. I'm Beedle, but I'm known as the Happy Mask Salesman. Young boy, could you perhaps offer an old man any directions to society?"
Link began to point behind him, as he'd only walked in a straight line 10, 20 steps, but-it was changed. His entry no longer existed. He shook his head to Beedle.
"Drat. May I tag along with you? Perhaps we can help each other out," he giggled.
"I'd rather be on my own," Link mumbled.
"So be it," Beedle lowkey scowled. "Would you be interested in any of my wares, then?"
Link examined the variety of items. Most of the things for sale were masks, as Beedle's nickname indicated, but he was also able to find among them some things he might need for his quest to the Tree. He checked his wallet.
"What can I get for...28 rupees?"
"28 rupees?" the Happy Mask Salesman cackled. "You can get a pear, boy. You can get a pear."
Link growled lightly. "I'll see you around," he murmured, and continued a path to the laughter of Beedle, the Happy Mask Salesman.
As the figure faded into the distance, he heard a cried, "try not to meet with a terrible fate!", lurk in the air.
Earlier, he had said goodbye to his friends, Saria, Aryll, and Orca. This could be the last time he saw any of them. Link remembered his encounter with Saria.
"Link, take this with you," Saria had handed him an ocarina. "Now, you'll have to come back-to deliver it personally!" She made a little turn, then quickly hugged Link before returning to Kakariko. Link, the quiet self he always was, had said nothing. All he did was set the small ocarina in a knapsack by his hip.
But now, Link was at the edge of the end of society. He stared into the huge red trees that made up the jungle. Red was all he saw most his life, anyway.
He began walking. As he neared his fate, signs tried to ward him off with cryptic messages. The red leaves began gaining more detail. He entered a small passageway to see to his doom.
As soon as he was inside the depths of the maze, he was under assault. But it was okay.
His uncle had taught him many things. Creatures, their weaknesses, whether or not they were harmless, where they lurked...this one, it was an Octorok. A small, squid-like creature that hid itself in bushes or tall grass, and revealed itself only to kill and eat prey with a supply of pellets it held in it's mouth. Usually, they hid back in the grass if predators neared it. The best Link could do was try to avoid their territory.
"Oh, Gosh!" he heard. He turned swiftly, holding his blade in a diagonal position to his hip while wielding his shield in front of him. It was an older gentleman, hunched over to Link's size, his back obviously suffering from an incredibly large backpack he wore, aligned with masks. "Never thought I'd see civilization again. He introduced himself, "hello. I'm Beedle, but I'm known as the Happy Mask Salesman. Young boy, could you perhaps offer an old man any directions to society?"
Link began to point behind him, as he'd only walked in a straight line 10, 20 steps, but-it was changed. His entry no longer existed. He shook his head to Beedle.
"Drat. May I tag along with you? Perhaps we can help each other out," he giggled.
"I'd rather be on my own," Link mumbled.
"So be it," Beedle lowkey scowled. "Would you be interested in any of my wares, then?"
Link examined the variety of items. Most of the things for sale were masks, as Beedle's nickname indicated, but he was also able to find among them some things he might need for his quest to the Tree. He checked his wallet.
"What can I get for...28 rupees?"
"28 rupees?" the Happy Mask Salesman cackled. "You can get a pear, boy. You can get a pear."
Link growled lightly. "I'll see you around," he murmured, and continued a path to the laughter of Beedle, the Happy Mask Salesman.
As the figure faded into the distance, he heard a cried, "try not to meet with a terrible fate!", lurk in the air.