Janango. Thats the name from the map. But whats this about the crystals? Karpov Sat on the bank of the pond, sitting american-indian style on the sands. The woods around them were calm, and the few tweets of birds could be heard through the warm, moist air.

“What are Oblivion Crystals?” Karpov leaned forward, laying his hammer on his lap and taking a clump of sand. Hoping the moist air wouldn’t rust the metal, whatever it was made out of, he began to rub the sand against the shaft and the head. Rethir watched until Karpov looked at him with impatience.

“You’ve never heard of Oblivion Crystals? They’re special jewels that are said to give the user enormous power. Unfortunately though, they warp the user’s mind unless the mind is pure and without malice. Once again, that is why I think the boy in green would do wonders when destroying those wretched things.” Rethir dived down into the water, then bobbed back up holding some grass and began to fiddle with it.

Enourmous power. Maybe that could get me back home. “When did you first hear about this boy?”

“Oh, my mother would tell me and my brothers about him when we were young. He had saved our little colony from destruction, along with a temple that held great value to the gods of our kingdom Termina.” Karpov stopped rubbing his hammer and layed it down on the sand. He watched Rethir play with the water grass and realized he was making some sort of basket.

“You’re making a basket?” Rethir looked toward him, almost angrily.

“I would appreciate you not reading my mind without permission.”

“I didn’t. I used to watch my mother make baskets when I was young. The weaving is similar.” Karpov took off his boots, the humid air making him uncomfortable.

“Where is your mother?”

“She’s dead.” There was a long silence, neither saying anything.

“Were, did you come from?” Rethir began to work on his basket again, floating on the water and exposing his webbed feet to the air. Karpov stared at it for a few moments before realizing how rude it was.

“Aha, mother Russia. True, after both my parents died, it was hell for me. Living on the street, dodging police. Still, nothing can compare to the beauty of my homeland.” Karpov leaned back, eventually reaching the sand with his head.

“Russia . . . Never heard of it.”

“I’m not surprised. It can’t be found in this world.” At that, Rethir stopped weaving altogether and dropped it, letting the unfinished container drift away.

(OoC= Yes, this is not another version of Karpov (and not the video game character) but a man who is trapped (in his eyes) in Hyrule. Say somehting about a bright light and then waking up in a field somewhere if you elaborate on that statement. Oh, by the by, this is fifty years before Ocarina of Time. Niether is the Link of majora's mask born yet, neither is Ganandorf. At least, not for a few years. By the by, how old is Ganon in OoT.)

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