Link shielded his eyes to the even more intense sunlight if Hyrule Field. He adjusted, and smiled warmly. He remembered this place so well. He took a deep breath of fresh air, and ran toward the field, his grin widening.

"Link! Wait!"

Link stopped dead in his tracks. He had heard that voice before, he just couldn't remember where. He looked up, and above him was a large owl, who had a large smile on his constantly twitching face.

"Oh, no... Not this guy..."

"So! You defeated the beast with the guardian of the forest, eh? Impressive. Usually, Kokiri aren't allowed to leave the forest. I've never seen it personally, so it's odd to see one of you out here. You know, that reminds me, what happened to the Great Deku Tree anyway? Is he okay?" Link sighed deeply, getting the feeling that this was going to be a long conversation.

"He's dead, Kaepora." The owl looked down suspiciously at him, apparently calculating something. Link was still looking at the owl, who's head had stopped moving frantically.

"I see." The owl said calmly. "And, may I ask how you know my name?" Link froze, realizing his mistake. The owl, nor anybody else, had known that Link was reliving his adventure. Link had a feeling the owl knew this.

"Lucky guess." Link said quietly. The owl stared at him for quite some time, and nothing was said. Then Kaepora spoke.

"Goodbye, Hero of Time." The owl flew away, leaving Link confused and exasperated. Kaepora Gaebora was the first would to know of Link's previous adventure. But link wondered, how did he know that he was the Hero of Time? Link pondered this as he walked back in the direction of the expansive field in front of him.

"Wow..." A look of amazement spread across Link's face as his eyes fell on the massive and beautiful field. "It feels like so long ago..." Link remembered vividly his experiences in the grassy hills. He smiled weakly. "So long..."

He ran into the grass, jumping and yelling in joy. It was so wonderful, having this freedom to wander the world around him, to be independent and free. It was fantastic.

Link had laid in the grass, letting the gentle breeze flow onto him for hours. Link knew that he had business to attend to, but it was too relaxing to move. He opened his eyes lazily, and-

"No." Link said, his eyes widening. "No, no, no, NO, NO, NO, NO!" Link jumped up, and panicked. "I have to hurry... Oh no... I can't do this again..."

The sun was setting.

Link ran as fast as he could toward the castle town, occasionally looking back to check on the sun. It seemed to be going down faster than usually, like time itself was against Link." He tripped over a root, and fell into the dirt, face first. "I could go a Sun Song right about now..." Link's face lit up, and he sat up quickly.

"That's it! The Sun Song!" Link pulled out the fairy ocarina that Saria had given him, and looked at it lovingly. "For you." He put the ocarina to his lips.

Nothing.

He concentrated as hard as he could, but could not remember the song. He remembered that he had written all the song notes down, because he never could remember them. He had retained nothing from his previous adventure. He stuffed the ocarina away in frustration.

"I might still be able to make it!" He jumped up from the ground, and continued to run as fast as he could. The sun dipped below the horizon. He was at least 50 feet away from the drawbridge as it slowly began to rise. "No! Wait!" Link tripped once more, and the draw bridge closed with a loud bang. Link's chance to avoid a night long fight for survival had passed. The ground shook.

"Oh no... Oh, no, no, no..." Skeleton figures rose from the ground, and they all trudged slowly toward him. His face of distraught turned into one of determination. He stood up slowly as more and more skeletons rose from the earth. He pulled his sword, which was still stained with spider venom and blood.

"Bring it."

Hours had passed, and Link's fight to live seemed to finally be coming to an end. The sun began to climb over the horizon, marking the end of one of Link's longest night ever. And Link, covered in scratches, his clothes torn and ripped, and his skin stained with blood, walked confidently to the opening drawbridge.

"Good morning, young man!" The soldier standing at the entrance to the town greeted Link. "How are you this fine-" The soldier's eyes scanned Link up and down, his expression becoming more and more concerned. "Are you ok? You seemed a little scratched up. We can contact one of our healers-" Link held up his hand to the soldier.

"Battle scars, my friend. Battle scars." Link walked toward the town, smirking as the soldier looked at him in confusion.

"And here we are." Link looked at the market place, and strode swiftly toward it.