Link was late that day; The BlackSmith was unsurprised and annoyed at his absence. Link was still a bit shaken from his dream earlier, and the Black Smith noticed this.
"What the heck is wrong now Link?" He said with angst,
"Your late for the third time this week. Two hours longer than usual, no less. If your going to become a BlackSmith as great as I, you'd better be up AT LEAST four hours earlier."
Link nodded tiredly, and stumbled to his work area, glancing at the items he had to make that day. He and the BlackSmith had created many weapons, which they sold to soldiers from an unknown kingdom, undoubtedly far far away. Although there main profits came from there average weapons, such as swords, shields, and bow and arrows, they also occasionally created weapons powered by magic, such as special boots which cold make you dash at least 5X more than you could running at top speed, or more famously a specialized bracelet which could make you lift even the heaviest of boulders.
But today was different; Link could not focus on creating the quality weapons he was used to, as he could not stop thinking about the young maiden; the man with the purple hood; the dream itself was lodged in Links memory...
After 5 hours at his station, he left work. It had gotten dark out, and so he had brought an amateur sword he had created when first learning the arts, as monsters would sometimes appear at that time. He made his way to the milk bar, about a mile away. Until oddly enough, he encountered something largely peculiar. He saw a mass of ChuChu's, heading towards him at a sluggish pace. He was frazzled by the green blobs inching towards him. While a ChuChu alone wouldn't be odd, he had never seen or heard of a pack of them. He decided not to attack, although he could easily take out four or five- Hold on- there were less. What was 20 or 25 was now 15... They were larger. But by the time he fully realized what was going on, they had already finished at an astonishing rate... What started from 25 went to 20, than 14, 8, 5, 3, 2, 1... In a matter of seconds, an enormous ChuChu was in front of Link. He was petrified.
TO BE CONTINUED
"What the heck is wrong now Link?" He said with angst,
"Your late for the third time this week. Two hours longer than usual, no less. If your going to become a BlackSmith as great as I, you'd better be up AT LEAST four hours earlier."
Link nodded tiredly, and stumbled to his work area, glancing at the items he had to make that day. He and the BlackSmith had created many weapons, which they sold to soldiers from an unknown kingdom, undoubtedly far far away. Although there main profits came from there average weapons, such as swords, shields, and bow and arrows, they also occasionally created weapons powered by magic, such as special boots which cold make you dash at least 5X more than you could running at top speed, or more famously a specialized bracelet which could make you lift even the heaviest of boulders.
But today was different; Link could not focus on creating the quality weapons he was used to, as he could not stop thinking about the young maiden; the man with the purple hood; the dream itself was lodged in Links memory...
After 5 hours at his station, he left work. It had gotten dark out, and so he had brought an amateur sword he had created when first learning the arts, as monsters would sometimes appear at that time. He made his way to the milk bar, about a mile away. Until oddly enough, he encountered something largely peculiar. He saw a mass of ChuChu's, heading towards him at a sluggish pace. He was frazzled by the green blobs inching towards him. While a ChuChu alone wouldn't be odd, he had never seen or heard of a pack of them. He decided not to attack, although he could easily take out four or five- Hold on- there were less. What was 20 or 25 was now 15... They were larger. But by the time he fully realized what was going on, they had already finished at an astonishing rate... What started from 25 went to 20, than 14, 8, 5, 3, 2, 1... In a matter of seconds, an enormous ChuChu was in front of Link. He was petrified.
TO BE CONTINUED