It was a bright and shiny day in Kakariko village when a man strolled inside the towns windmill. He loved the song that played in the odd place and the way it had drowned out any and all negative energy. It replaced all of that with a beautiful, but strange aura in the large windmill.
The man decided to dilly dally all day in the windmill like he did the day before.
And the day before that.
And the day before that..
And the day before that...
He enjoyed the way his music box blended perfectly with the surroundings and countered the slow, spinning, wood like pedestal before him.
He spent countless days like such.
Turning his music box to the tune he saw fit for the peaceful windmill.
That was until he had received an unexpected visitor.
A young boy in green peeked his head through the entrance of the windmill and noticed the man happily turn the music box hoisted in his hands. He leaned into the doorway and quietly entered the small windmill. His blond hair ruffled as he ran sneakily past the small pillars that lined up around the inside the mysterious place.
He crossed through the spinning floor board and presented himself in front of the windmill man.
The man looked down at him with a smile and introduced himself.
"I'm Guru-Guru!" The man said happily.
The boy looked at him strangely.
"And what is your name?" He asked polite as can be.
The boy stared at the man without speaking and listened to the music presiding in the windmill.
He watched as the pipe attached behind the man spun round and round.
"Ohh, that is my music box you are listening to right now! Doesn't it sound so wonderful?" The odd little man said with a happy chuckle at the end.
"You know, this place is actually magical! Would you like to know why?" He asked.
The blonde boy stood there, staring with intrigue in his bright blue eyes towards the man.
"If you hum this tune with great feeling in your heart, you can summon the great elements in your time of aid."
Guru-Guru began to hum loudly and urged the young boy to hum along with him.
The boy only stared, then took out his pearly blue ocarina from his leather pocket. The man noticed and smiled even brighter, urging him to play along with the music.
The boy put his lips on the ocarina and began to play slowly at first. He swayed with the music and suddenly rain started to pour into the windmill from above. It was almost as if clouds formed directly over them.
The man couldn't believe his eyes.
Never did he think this could ever happen...again..
He was astounded as he witnessed this happening before him.
Nothing like this had occurred for so long... At least not since he was just a little one himself.
The sound of the ocarina resonated throughout the windmill and to him everything was happening so quickly.
So very quickly..
The room around him began to spin out of control, like nothing he had ever experienced before.
Before he knew it, the music box before him sang its tune so fast, he lost control of the handle attached to it. It moved all by itself at one point.
He fell backwards and stared at the boy as he slowly put down his ocarina.
His blue eyes seemed to pierced the embodiment of his soul. As if they were the truth themselves.
The man took a few steps back and stared in horror as the child began to laugh hysterically.
His wonderfully blue eyes had been tinged a crimson red.
The boy seemed to have disappeared as the man rubbed his eyes.
The only sound left was not the beautiful tune of the windmill, but the echoing laughter of the little boy in green that had intruded his way into his mind for the remainder of his years.