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Link was getting thirsty, but he had made a point to never again drink from Kakariko’s well. He knew what was down there.
Chirping crickets stilled their night songs as Link shifted his position where he sat beside the windmill. Not for the first time, he fingered his Ocarina in consideration. He hated to dampen his lookout spot, but he really was parched. A little rain would have to do.
With a stretch and a groan he rose to his feet for the first time in hours and walked the short distance to the nearest sheltering eaves. Bringing the sacred instrument to his lips, he trilled a soft little waltz that set the sky aroil with swift black clouds. The wrack thickened and churned above him, veiling moon and stars and casting Kakariko Village into blackness. At the last note’s release, a sharp vein of lighting split the sky, thunder rang off the mountain and tumbled among the foothills, and the rain came down in sheets.
Navi the fairy, Link’s only