When Rusl woke up, he was positive that he should still have been asleep. He could hear night birds singing, and they always stopped a good hour before the cuckoos crowed. So why was he awake?
The swordsman lazily turned over, so that he was facing the wall. Except he couldn't see the wall. He was startled to find two blue orbs floating an inch from his eyes.
"Oh good, you're awake! I was beginning to think that you'd sleep forever."
"Link," yawned Rusl, "why are you up?"
"You said that you'd tell me story tomorrow. Well, tomorrow's today and today is yesterday now!"
Rusl tried to wrap his groggy mind around the boy's logic. It took a while to figure out.
"Go back to sleep," he mumbled eventually. "I'll tell you after breakfast, I promise."
The second that the breakfast dished were cleared away, Link was tugging at Rusl's shirt, trying to pull him towards the couch. Instead of sitting down, the swordsman grabbed his blade and left the cottage, leading the boy behind him.
"Uncle Rusl, where are we going?"
"To your house," the man replied, walking towards the spirit's spring. A lone building stood them and their destination, tall and lifeless compared to the carefree dawn.
After the door was unlocked, both figures entered. Everything was neat and clean; Rusl came here to be alone and remember old times. He and Link sat down on the couch, and the man unsheathed his sword.
"Link, do you know who this sword first belonged to?"
The boy shook his head.
"It belonged to you father, Colin, and before that it was your grandfather's. He used to teach Colin and I how to be swordsmen. That was how the adventure began
"Come on, boys; put a little more effort into it! Rusl, thrust lower! Colin, don't just stick your blade out and hope that it blocks him. Watch the way he's fighting and anticipate his next move. Parry!"
"Dad, we need a break," Colin panted between strokes. "We've been practicing for hours."
"Yeah, it's hot and we haven't had anything to drink," added Rusl breathlessly. "We can't do this much longer."
"All right, boys. Get some spring water and cool off. I guess you've earned it."
The young men walked to Ordona's Spring and flopped onto their backs in the cool water. Both were sixteen years old, although Rusl was roughly five inches taller that his friend. Colin had sandy blonde hair that stuck out from the back of his head in a very short, very sloppy ponytail, and his blue eyes always twinkled mischievously. On the other hand, Rusl had warm blue-green eyes and hair such a pale blonde that it almost looked silver. They were complete opposites in terms of personality, but they were the best of friends.
"Your dad's so tough on us," complained Rusl. "Did you ever talk to him about letting up a bit?"
Colin moaned in remembrance. "He just said 'If you want to a knight of Hyrule, you'll have to work at it.' Then he made me clean his stupid sword. Again."
Rusl was going to add a snide comment, but the arrival of his girlfriend made him bite his tongue.
"Guys, you'll never guess what I found!" she yelled.