27 years have passed since the Twilight Invasion. Tales have been told of the hero who had almost single-handedly saved the kingdom of Hyrule. But the Queen knows better. She still remembers that day she regrets so much. But still, she mourns with Hyrule on this rainy day for the death of the heroes. For that was what they were. Dead. Dead to her, and dead to Hyrule. The Twilight realm has been freed. But not without a price. Their Royal Family are long gone. The man who had arrived the month before this all started returned to tell them the horrible news. They are one with Hyrule in more ways then at the hour of twilight. They cast their heads towards the never falling moon, and sing a song full of sorrow and pain. The shadow glances up at the moon, a habit he picked up in his travels. He is looking, looking for a legend, it seems. He sighs, remembering all of his adventures. He picks himself up off the grassy floor, and, with nothing better to do, follows the instructions that were left for him. The young male looks out and watches as the rain falls against the window. He hears a call, and dusts himself off. He is still mourning the death of a friend, just silently. He casts one more look towards the soaked window, before walking away. And still, the rain falls.