Chapter Text
Enter a BARD with a musette.
BARD:
Within the forest east of this land vast,
A race of children their abode this makes.
To each a fairy owned from times long past,
Except one lad, for his fate yet awakes.
Predestined for a journey filled with strife,
For Farore’s vast courage he doth possess.
To vanquish evil, he shall chance his life
A fate as Hero must he acquiesce.
Adventure awaits ye, dearest listeners,
An eldritch vice of yore wastes yonder land.
For all seems lost bar one key feature;
A sorcerous aerophone straying time’s hand.
Alas, for now shall ye wait patiently,
The boy’s adventure begins presently…
Exeunt.
