I have light brown hair and hazel eyes. When my birthday comes up in about a month I'll be 14. "Link, Are you asleep yet!" That's my father again. My father's never been the same since mom died. Before he used to be the nicest person, always laughing and making other people smile. Now he's quiet and frowns a lot. He leaves home for most of the day and when he comes back it's around five and a half hours after sunset and he's usually drunk.

I'm not sure why, but I read that book on the Hero of Legend each night, ever since my mom read it to me when I was eight. You know one of my ancestors trained under the hero, he became high ranked knight soon after his training finished. Ever since my mom first told me this I've had fantasies of fighting with evildoers and defending the land.

The only person I know of in my family that still knows the way of the sword is my grandfather, Duro. Currently he lives in Hyrule Castle Town. We don't visit him often though. One day I wish to travel there and train under him, but for some reason father says I can't. And when I ask why he just says, "Swords are dangerous things. I wouldn't want yeh to get hurt."

I think he's hiding something. I just don't know what.

The next morning I woke to the sound of metal against wood. Father must be chopping some logs today, I thought. I headed downstairs to find some Lon-Lon Milk, cheese, and bread on a tray lying on the table. I cut a piece of cheese and a put it with a chunk of bread in my mouth, and chewed, taking a sip of milk every minute or so. When I finished I chugged the rest of the Lon-Lon Milk and headed outside.

I headed toward the back of our garden. As I got walked closer I could see my father hacking at some logs lying on the ground. "Hey! Need some help?" I called. He turned around and looked in my direction. "Nah, but I have some rocks over there," he pointed to our shed across the field, " I'm planning to plant some crops there, and I need those rocks moved." he yelled back.

I gave him a thumbs up sigh and headed towards the shed. When I got there I knew I'd need to dig around the rocks before getting rid of them. I headed towards the house and came back with a shovel. I started on the big ones first, then when I finished the small ones. The rocks lay to the side in a pile as I lay next to a rock I had dug around that wouldn't come out. Setting the shovel blade under the rock I pushed up. The rock flew off of the ground and broke the shed window. Father's always told me never to go in there. I'm not sure why.

I walked towards the window and peered inside. The rock lay next to some steel helms. Why is there armor in here? I asked myself. Climbing in I found that there wasn't just armor, but a few saddles, and a lance or two. Walking to the rock, I lifted it and turned around. On the wall was a sword hanging on pegs.

I walked towards the wall and lifted the sword from its holding place. On the ground I found its scabbard. Throwing the sword, in its scabbard, outside I lifted myself up.