It has been a year since I have written any more to this story. I have since been writing my own original work. It is a long heavy process but I know I will get it completed eventually. While working I realized it is importent not to get fixed completely on one subject. It is importent to keep my imagination fresh, therefore I have decided to pick this up again. I am so sorry It has taken me so long but I hope you will continue reading as you have been. Thank you.

Kakariko Village

Link spent the rest of the day with Grego and his family. It did not take long before they had filled him with a delightful sence of ease. As it had been with Talon, Grego and his family were quick to laugh, and their round faces were always flushed with murth. Link wondered if perhaps they were relatives of the rancher. He laughed with them and listened to their stories, it seemed that Impa was quite close to everyone in Kakariko and anyone stamped with her seal of approval was a welcome guest indeed. Well past sunset Grego finally smacked Link firmly on the back, a gesture he did often, and offered him a spot to sleep in their loft. His two sons, several years older then Link, welcomed him warmly to their room and gave him a thick woven blanket. Sleep had never been deeper for the forest boy, all thoughts of the strange ghostly figure banished from his mind.

In the morning Link breakfasted with the family then thoroughly thanked them for the night.

"Nonsense, we were happy to do it. Please stop by again when you come back through." Grego's spirited face grew as serious as Link imagined it could get. "You will be returning wont ya?"

Some trepidation hit the boy as he wondered what the mountains might hold. Don't worry Link, Navi sent a cool calm into him, the Great Fairy will help!

"Yes, I will come back" He said, greatful for his companions ability to ease his mind.

"Good then," The large man grunted and saw Link to the door, his family waving goodbye from behind.

The morning smelled clear and fresh bringing the heady smells of farming and flowers to Links nostrils. Kakariko had to be the most interesting place the boy had ever seen. Halfway up the mountains the town rested in a enormous bowl like valley surrounded on all sides by sloping craggy rock. Town houses were clustered toward the center while farm houses edged the valley walls, their fields of tufted wheat and corn literally growing up the slopes of the mountainsides. Toward the back of the town towered a communal windmill, which Grego had told him was their only mill source as well as a pump, dredging up the much needed water from the underground river. Wow this place is beautiful.

It is. Navi agreed, she had fluttered out of his hat and was now bouncing along in the air beside him. But we need to get going, Zelda is counting on us.

Link only nodded but started off toward the windmill. He had never seen anything like it and just had to get a closer look. The ground was hardly ever even in Kakariko; there were stairs built into the ground in several places to make it easier to climb to the many layers of the town. Link was out of breath before he finally found himself dwarfed by the large wooden structure, slowly rotating its four giant blades. He stared up at it for a long moment before a terrified buzz filled his mind.

Link! Its that... thing!

Turning, Link, saw the ghostly form floating in a narrow entranceway to his right. He felt Navi fly under his cap and grab onto his hair with surprisingly strong minute hands. A cold wind passed over his bear arms as a dark cloud passed over the sun. Without thinking, the boy began to walk toward the figure. In a whisper of wind it dissipated and Link found himself standing at the entrance to a graveyard. He paused only for a moment before walking forward. A splatter of water on his cheek told him that it had begun to rain. He took a moment to marvel at how quickly the bright morning had turned so dreary before noticing the large marble monument that stood before him.

'Here lie the souls of those who swore

fealty to the Royal Family of Hyrule

May the Sheikah watch over them in their eternal slumber.'

"The Sheikah must be very important around here." Link said wonderingly.

"They are the Royal guardians." Link jumped and turned to see a gnarled old grave yard keeper. His deeply carved face was lit suddenly by a flash of lightning, leaving Link gasping for breath. The old keeper smiled eerily. "I did not mean to scare you boy." He said in a voice that suggested otherwise. "I noticed you standing there and wondered is all." Link took a moment to gather himself before turning back to the stone. The old man continued, "The Sheikah are a tribe of folk who live here in the mountains. They founded this village, ages ago, and have watched over it and the Royal family." The man contorted his face into a wink and touched a long stiff finger to his head. "They're keen warriors, trained in the art of shadows. Only Impa ever comes down to the village from their temple."

Link stirred in interest and the man laughed. "Listen to old Dampe son, stay away from the Temple of Shadows." he pointed out over the cemetery plots to a cliff face illuminated but the flickering of torches. Thunder boomed and Dampe cackled again. Link began to wonder if the old keeper had rehearsed his speech and had used it on travelers before. He turned to look at the man but only saw his back as he slouched away toward a small shack lit from this inside.

That was interesting. Navi said her body shaking nervously on Links scalp. With a shiver the boy stepped around the large stone and began to walk through the graves. He had half a mind to turn and run out and way from the creepy place, but curiosity drove him on. As he moved slowly through the short stones that marked the graves the rain began thicken. The thunder rolled continuously above and flashes of lightening would illuminate words on the stones here and there. Without knowing where he was going, Link made his way toward a particularly large stone in the back. It was made of marble like the monument had been, and engraved with the royal crest When he came near he saw the figure once more, barely visible, hovering in front of the stone. The hair came up on the back of Links neck and a deep cold settled into the pit of his stomach. The figure looked woefully at Link before turning and entering the stone.

"What do I do?" Link whispered. He rubbed his hands over his arms trying to escape the chill. He was now almost completely soaked by the rain, and wishing he had never come into the cemetery. He pushed and prodded the stone looking for some hint as to what the ghostly form had wanted him to do. While he did so he hummed the song Zelda had taught him in an attempt to raise his spirit, and a crack wripped down the face of the stone. Link stepped back quickly and waited. But nothing more seemed to happen. Hesitantly stepping forward, the boy once more began to hum his song and analyze the stone. With a loud crunching noise the crack deepened.

Link! The song. The stone is responding to the song. Play it on your ocarina!

Taking Navi's advice Link brought out his ocarina and began to play. He felt the energy of the lightning a second before it struck. There was an extremely loud crack as the jagged strip of light connected with the stone, blasting it apart and leaving behind a gaping hole.

Link sat on the ground were he had fallen his mouth agape, ocarina on the ground at his side. Navi was out hovering over the place where the stone had been, illuminating the spot with her soft glow. It was sealed away, a place only to be opened by a barer of the royal song. I wonder what could be down there.

"Hopefully the answer to the..." before finishing his sentence he swung her legs over the hole and jumped into the underground chamber. It was dank, and very dark. The corroded stone walls were dripping with condensation and a chill flowed from a dark opening. Small bats flew in a frenzy headed down the dark corridor away from the intruding presence. Larger bats, monstrous creatures called Keys, flew at Link, who struck them down quickly with his slingshot. White bones shone in glowing light laying about dirt floor. Link stepped forward slowly making his way toward the opening.

Careful Link, I feel a darkness ahead.

The corridor went on for a short while before coming out into a larger chamber. At the sight of the creatures within Link stopped dead. They had been men once. Now they slumped over swaying back and forth their empty eye sockets fixed upon their gnarled, leathery feet. Their arms hung down, merely bones covered in tough scabbed skin. They moaned eerily their groans laying heavy in the still air.

Link stood still for a moment, barely willing to breath. Then after a short wile he took a soft step forward. When the creatures did not deviate from their slow movement he took another brave step forward.

Do you think you can make your way around them to that corridor ahead? Link gritted his teeth and nodded, slowly making his way through the room giving each figure a wide berth It was grueling work, making his way around each being, several times he thought for sure one of the creatures had lifted its head in his direction. It was just before he had reached the corridor opening that he scream rang out. From behind him there was a sudden rush of movement. Link swung around drawing his sword and swiped at the creature. There was no blood. His sword sank deeply into the corpses chest striking and breaking centuries old bone. It fell just short of him, reaching its long bone like fingers out to grasp him, choking out of a gaping hole that was once a mouth, then it stopped moving. Its skin fell from its bones like dust.

"Lets get out of here." Link said stricken with fear.

I see a light ahead.

Link had to wrench his eyes away from the disolving form and follow Navi down the passageway into another room bathed in ghostly light. The room was large and eerily lit with two green witch lights. The only decoration was a stone set at the base of the far wall on which, in shaky symbols, was written a message.

"'My life and poems have been spent in service to the royal family. Yet now I find myself cursed to live a life away from sunlight, trapped within a tomb. I cannot say what brought me to this moment, for I only have the space to inscribe my final work. May it bring light to those trapped in the dark. As well as freedom.' And then there is a bar of music." Link let his fingers drift over the notes before bringing out his ocarina. Navi hovered about his as he brought the flute to his mouth to play a sweet and light tune. For a moment there was a soft glow of light and warmth about him.

"Thank you." A voice whispered when he was done. Link turned to see the figure standing there. It was the ghostly man he had seen before. In the light that resonated from the ocarina the man looked almost substantial and alive. "I wrote the very tune that would end my curse, but had not the strength to play it. Please, release the Redead, those like me who were cursed to dwell here in spirit, long after their deaths." Link could only nod before the vision dispersed and he was left in the haunting green light.

How odd. Navi's mind voice trembled, but Link had found new source of bravery. He now had the ability to lighten any darkened place, and the ability to set to rest those terrifying creatures in the next chamber. He set of toward them with conviction. Upon entering the room he gave himself little time for their wales to creep into his skin. He set the ocarina to his lips and played. As the light grew from it the Redead stilled, as if to listen to the beauty of the tune. When it was done they gave a collective sigh then all turned to dust. The image was terrible but Link was able to smile, knowing that what he had done was good.

"Come on," He said lightly. "I think I'm ready for anything now."