This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...

"Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, and peace.

But one day, a man of great evil found the golden power and took it for himself. With its strength at his command, he spread darkness across the kingdom. But then, when all hope had died, and the hour of fate seemed at hand...

...a young man clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding the blade of evil's bane, he sealed the dark one away and gave the land light.

This man, who was willing to sacrifice his childhoodto save the land, was known as the Hero of Time. The man's tale was passed down through generations until it became legend... but then, a day came when a fell wind began to blow across the kingdom. The great evil that all thought had been forever sealed away by the hero once again crept forth from the depths of the earth, eager to resume its dark designs.

The people believed that the Hero of Time would again come to save them... but the hero did not appear. Faced by an onslaught of evil, the people could do nothing but appeal to the Gods. In their last hour, as doom drew nigh, they left their future in the hands of fate.

What became of that kingdom? None remain who know.

The memory of the kingdom vanished, but its legend survived on the wind's breath. On a certain island, it became customary to garb boys in green when they came of age. Clothed in the green of fields, they aspired to find heroic blades and cut down evil. The elders wished only for the youths to know courage like the hero of legend."

"And that was the story! What do you think?"

In the centre of a room stood an old, bearded, short man. He had a gigantic cranium that made him look like he was wearing a turban. He wore glasses that made his eyes look like footballs, a blue dressing gown with a dark blue strap and he carried a walking stick. His eyes widened as he saw that his pooped pupil was snoring like a grizzly bear.

"ZzzzzZZZZzzzzz… ZZZZZzzzZZZZZZzzzzz..."

"LINK? What is the meaning of this? You fell asleep during my magnum opus?"

"Huh? Oh! Yes! I'm awake, sir! I'm awake!" Stuttered the student, jumping up and sitting with his legs crossed.

Sturgeon's student was about twelve. He had large cat eyes and messy blonde hair, the latter was understandable because he had just woken up from a wooden floor. He wore a blue shirt with a crawfish design on the front of it with waves going around the torso area, some short arm warmers, yellow flannel bottoms and some slippers that went rather high up. They looked like you'd use them for hiking in Switzerland, not stepping into in the morning.

"Seriously! I give free history lessons to the people of this island, and they all decide that the lesson is a good time for a nap! For a lad called 'Link', you sure aren't linked to my stor-"

Sturgeon looked out of the window with surprise. It was a bright and sunny day. The sun beat down on Outset Island like eggs in a frying pan. One problem: It was night when the lesson began.

Sturgeon recoiled at the realisation, but then he gave a sheepish smile to his pupil.

"Sorry, fella! Guess I got a bit carried away!"

"That's OK, sir. I, um, am not really into staying up all night." Said the boy with a weary smile. He ruffled his hair about to get it out of his face.

"BIG BROTHER!" came a high pitched young voice from outside. Link's eyes opened up with surprise.

"BIG BROTHEEEER!" Came the voice again. Suddenly, an adult female's voice joined in, but Link couldn't make out what she was saying as she wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs

"No, he wasn't on the lookout. The only other place I remember him going is…"

The voice gasped as the answer struck like lightning.

"Sturgeon's house! That's it! Thanks, Sue-Belle!" Loud flopping footsteps came closer and closer to the house before they started sounding up the ladder. A small girl flung open the door. She had fair hair that was tied into dangling twin tails at the back. She wore a blue dress bespangled with flower designs and finally, she wore a pair of brown shoes.

"Brother! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

A smile traversed across Link's face. Sturgeon followed up with a smile of his own. This girl was Link's sister, Aryll. She was adored by everyone she met, even old and usually grumpy men like Sturgeon.

"Sis! It's you! What's going on? What's all the hurry?"

Aryll tilted her head, as if confused. She put her smile back on and her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Do you know what day it is today?" She panted with excitement like a puppy about to go on a walk.

"Uuuuuummmmmm… Happy mirth day?" Link grinned, having made a joke about not only his sister's excitement, but also another well known holiday, a-

"Birthday!" Squealed Aryll. Um… Thank you for finishing for me, ma'am. Maybe that was just bad timing. Anyway, let's press on.

"You got it! Birthday! It's your birthday!" Cheered the girl, clearly having misunderstood his joke.

"Wow! What a lucky blummin' guess!" Thought Link in astonishment. Then he realised something.

Something embarrassing.



His remark about "Happy Mirth Day" was just a made-up holiday he pulled out of his mind where you basically just go round while smiling like a door-to-door salesman. He had no idea that it was actually his birthday.

"Link, you utter plonker!" Blared Link's inner voice. How could he forget that it was his birthday?

"Aah! Link! I just remembered! You are twelve today, are you not?" Asked Sturgeon as he poured himself some herbal tea.

"Um… Yes, sir." Link gave a polite bow to the teacher.

"Well, that means your grandmother must want to see you! There is something that every new twelve-year-old must do on their special day!"

"Yes! You're right! Granny wants to see you right away!" Said Aryll. "Oh, and afterwards, meet me at my lookout post! I want to show you my treat for your birthday!"

With no warning came a loud bang from below. The sticks propping up the wall shelves in the room collapsed from the impact, causing the shelves to flop down. The pots and plants on the shelves fell to the floor, where they shattered to pieces like raindrops. Sturgeon's cup snapped right off it's handle. It tumbled to the floor, spilling herbal tea everywhere.

Sturgeon stood still, silently holding the handle of his cup and saucer as if nothing happened. The kids stared on in shock as he started shaking as if he had touched an electric fence, making a VERY frustrated noise.


He dropped his handle to the floor and began pounding the floor with his foot, steam pouring from his ears.

"Such a racket! Can't you keep quiet!? You've knocked everything off my shelves again, you dratted hooligan!"

"'Again?' Come on, big brother, let's leave. This is about to get ugly." whispered Aryll.

With that, the kids left Sturgeon's floor of the house. He lived with his brother, Orca, but they didn't get along too well, unlike Link and his sister. Orca lived on the bottom floor of the house and there was no way up in there, but to the right of his door, there was a ladder. If you climbed that ladder, you would find Sturgeon's part of the house. The two didn't really see each other too much, except to argue over Sturgeon's obsession on fragile pottery and Orca's obsession over kicking the large wooden fish sculpture at the back of his room.

The siblings exited the room, climbed down the ladder and stepped onto the fresh grass of their island. The island was actually two separate islands connected by two wooden bridges. One was a sturdy wooden bridge that hung low over the ocean and the other was a rickety rope bridge up a small mountain, which connected to a forest. These two bridges made the islands qualify as one.

Link lived in a cottage with his only parental figure, his grandmother. He obviously had parents but when he was five and when Aryll was one, they went on a two-week trip around the sea. They wrote to him, Aryll and granny every day until precisely a week into the trip. That night, the clock struck midnight and clouds stretched over the world, crying rain and sneezing wind for miles and miles. Giant waves attacked several islands. Factions of white horses ridden by bubbles charged at the shores, dragging people into the army of water. More importantly, they also licked as high as the ship his parents were on.

The next day, the ship was gone without a trace. They sent rescue divers to look for it underwater, but the ocean was so deep, they couldn't reach the bottom even after half an hour of swimming. This news affected Granny so much that she mentally shut down for almost a week. Link was upset too. As a child with Asperger Syndrome, little Link felt like he didn't have the right to be upset but instead, the right to help others get over it.

He took care of his baby sister in his grandmother's stead and he drew pictures for his granny. These were of his parents somehow making it out of the tragedy by doing stuff like being carried off of the burning ship by a flying human with a beak (who was inspired by the island's postman) or the ship sinking into a completely intact underwater kingdom. All his granny would do was take the drawing, look at it and then immediately place it onto the kitchen table. Within a week of drawings, his granny was feeling better, but she forbade them from ever swimming without her out of fear of losing more loved ones.

This meant that Link's swimming skills were… subpar at best. He once swam while Granny supervised and stayed afloat for a good 33 seconds before he sank and had to be rescued by the local grass cutter. You may think that this took place when he was still five or six. This was when he was eleven. A week ago, to be direct.

"Link?" Snapping back from his flashbacks of terror, Link jumped back as he saw a young woman in her early 20s carrying a pot full of water on her head. Water was splashing from the top and one particularly big hand of water came down and slapped the boy in the face, vapourising the last of his drowsiness.

"Link? Are you OK?" Asked the woman, a concerned tone in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm OK, ma'am." Shivered Link, still recoiling from the cold water that was accidentally spilled on him.

"Link, you can just call me Sue-Belle!" Laughed Sue-Belle. Link's syndrome also caused him to inadvertently refer to people older than him as 'Sir' or "Ma'am", no matter who they were. This made for a very uncomfortable time when a boy one year older than him visited the island.

"Oh, OK. I guess I was just caught up in the past."

The woman gave a sympathetic look and wobbled on, trying not to drop her water supply. That woman was one of the first to hear about the ship incident.

Link gave a weak smile as she went behind Orca and Sturgeon's house and out of site. Finally, he checked his wraparound balcony to check that his granny was there. She wasn't. Link went into his house to greet his mother figure.

As he went inside, Link heard singing. A familiar tune for a holiday of presents and celebration of a single person.

"We wish you a merry Birthday, we wish you-"

The voice stopped singing, before it laughed and said:

"Whoops! Wrong song!"

The voice had been singing 'Merry Christmas' by mistake. She cleared her throat and continued, but she sang 'Happy Birthday' instead. A much more… appropriate choice of music. Granny came waddling around the corner of the house. A brown parcel in her hands. The parcel had twelve candles pressed through the wrapping and they were burning with dancing sways.

Wait, what?

"Granny! You put the candles in a present by mistake!" Gasped Link, waving his arms around.

"I know, junior! Aren't they lovely? Oh! Oh, my goodness!" cried the old woman. The shock made her drop the parcel to the floor. Link watched as smoking candles rolled to a halt on the floor like a cup of pencils.

Granny was at that age where she was beginning to lose her sense. She would go to Beedle's Shop Ship for All Purpose Bait to feed the birds with and come back with ten boxes of Corn Flakes. She didn't even like Corn Flakes. At night, Link would overhear her saying "Oh, I'd better go and write to dear Charles" before wondering off into the kitchen and coming back with a spoon carousel. Charles was her husband who passed because of a terrible disease years ago, before writing to people was made popular. Before the flying postmen were even around. Every time Link witnessed this behaviour was when he was in bed. Considering she was all he had for a mother, it's understandable that he shed a few silent tears.

On a higher note, Granny climbed up the ladder and onto the second floor with a giant smile.

"Come on, Junior! Up here!"

Not about to be beaten by an old woman, Link bolted up the ladder and looked at the parcel. After it had candles stuck in it, Link could see the item was green through the peppered holes. His mind raced at what it could be:

1: A rare green seashell from the island of Seesik, which he has yet to prove exists

2: A giant leaf to be used as a parachute

3: A watermelon grown in a flat glass container so it grows into the shape of a folded set of clothes

4: Some leprechaun clothes (Which he was hoping it was not)

"Junior, Granny's got something for you to open!" Cooed Granny. She handed the parcel to her boy.

Like a cougar in pyjamas, Link ripped the wrapping off the prey present. What was underneath was… A set of green clothes. To be exact, a light green long sleeved shirt, a darker-but-still-light tunic that had no separate leg holes, a pair of white tights, a pair of brown boots, a dark belt with a gold, swirly buckle and the cherry on top of the mud shake, a long, floppy green hat. The boy felt that if he wore them in the water near some freezing island in the middle of winter, he would STILL be sweating at his brow. Link's face fell immediately. He then put his head up, grinning like a hoover salesman who is constantly at your door.

"Wow! A set of elf clothes! Wow! Wow! Wowee!"

"'Elf?' these are clothes said to have been worn by the Hero of Time!" Explained the grandma. She seemed amused at Link's mistake, but a bit disappointed at the same time. "You don't have to like them! This is just something for you to wear today! As tradition! Tomorrow, You can stuff them in the back of your cupboar-"

"No, no, no, no! They're great! They'll make me look like... I'm part... of… of a-" Link put his head down, unable to keep up the facade. "I'm sorry, Granny."

"Oh, it's all right, dear! Now put them on! Everyone will love seeing you in them!" The last two sentences were said very quickly and magisterially, which made Link jump. She never spoke this sternly usually.

"Probably not for the right reasons. The kids will keep taking the mickey and asking me where the 'pot of gold' lays!" Protested the boy. Grandma just gave that look every kid dreads. That look of "Ah, OK. If you say so." that your parents used to tempt you into going on a walk in the pouring rain.

Link was one of those kids who found that he would actually willingly do something if he was given a choice but would hate it if he was forced to do that same task involuntarily. Link hung his head and cleared his throat.

"...What? Oh! Sorry, Junior! I'll leave you to change in peace." Laughed his grandmother, going down the ladder and locking the front door in case Aryll came bursting in. She came back up just as Link clipped on his belt. Already, he had started to sweat.

"Oh! You look lovely! Just like the Hero of Time!" Crooned Granny, clasping her hands together.

"Was he the king's royal jester, then?" Giggled Link, prancing left and right like a drunken fool, calling in a hilariously forced Celtic accent.

"And for my next trick, I shall produce a bouquet of flowers from my hat!"

"Oh, you little rascal!" hooted the old lady. Link made his way out the door. "Now, go on! Go find your sister! I'm making your favourite sooooup!"