"Don't worry, I'll know, its not done yet," they both walked up to a food stall, "hello there! You two look like a couple of hungry guys, please, take your pick amongst the exotic fruits, veggies and meats!" Spoke the crazily excited vendor, he had some common everyday foods and some you never thought existed. Link picked up a fruit that looked like a raspberry, but was crystal clear "whats this fruit called?" He asked the vendor, he chuckled, "that is a crackleberry, it tastes like a sugar crystal and pops in your mouth when you bite it. They're very popular, especially with the children, they can't get enough!"

"How much would a pound of crackleberries cost, sir?" Asked Link as he reached for his wallet, the vendor got a big scoop of crackleberries and poured them in a leather bag, tied the top into a knot and pushed them toward Link. "That will be 40 gold coins please, my good man!" Link poured out 40 coins from his wallet, it was a bit lighter, he hoped that he had enough to pay the blacksmith. He knew that there were little children behind him across the road, hiding in the crowd, watching him buy the sweet fruit.

Link smiled and walked over to the scared looking kids, but the little boy and his sister who he was nice to before ran over from their hiding place. "Hi mister!" He was holding his sister's hand, she was very little and shy so she didn't really look at Link. "Nessa, its the man who gave us those tasty apples before." The boy said, trying to reassure her that it was alright. Link opened the bag up and handed it to the boy, "here, share these with her and your friends, you need them more than me." He chuckled and walked back to the food stall, the boy was confused but looked in the bag to find the expensive crackleberries. "Wow... hes the greatest guy in the world, huh Nessa? When I grow up I wanna be like him!"

"He nice," said Nessa, she looked to be 2 years old and spoke for the first time, the boy was surprised and excited, "your first words! Lets go tell mom!" They ran back to their hiding spot to share the fruit with their friends. Link felt happy on the inside to help the unfortunate children, but when the boy said he wanted to be like him, he grew a bit sad. "No you don't kid... you truly don't want to." He thought to himself.

Seh'ethil was a bit curious as to how Link would know, but thought perhaps, it's just that kind of bond one gets with items that are special to them. He couldn't relate to such a thing, but had heard of it before. The elf paused, scratching behind one of his long ears, looking over all the produce. He wondered what interest Link had in these 'crackleberries,' and he smiled at his kind deed when he found out.

Seh'ethil had bought a few berries, beans and other things he felt to his favor, storing most of them in his pack, in a different pouch than the one his arrows protruded from. When Link came back from giving the children the berries, the elf couldn't help but comment. "That was really generous of you."

Seh'ethil started moving on, towards a nearby bakery. He could smell the fresh bread being cooked, and assumed it was of decent quality, as had all the perishables from the stand been. The elf entered, purchasing loafs of his choice, also placing them neatly into his sack. Seh'ethil kept a rather thick slice for himself, taking a bite as he moved back to Link.

"Here," Seh'ethil said, dropping twenty coins into Link's hand, as to pay for half of what he spent on the kid's crackleberries. He took another bite of the bread he was holding.

"Thank you Seh'ethil," he placed the coins in his wallet, right after though, he grew uneasy, something bad was about to happen, he looked all around but couldn't see anything. "D-d-d- Dragon! The dragon from the mountains is back!" Shouted a villager, soon everyone was screaming and scrambling for cover. But Nessa was out in the open, chasing a butterfly and giggling cheerfully, her brother ran after her but it was too late. He was picked up, along with Nessa in the dragon's claws, they both were shouting for help and crying, Link started to run after them but he had another feeling.

His sword was finally ready, he bolted off to the blacksmith as fast as he could and the blacksmith had it prepared for the instant he came. "I know whats going on, don't worry about the pay, saving those children will be enough for me." Link nodded his head and put his sword back in its sheathe. He ran back and after the dragon, which was flying over a field of wheat toward a giant mountain. "Good luck, hero..." thought the blacksmith as Link ran off. "Come on Seh'ethil! We're those kids only hope!" Link shouted.

Seh'ethil couldn't help but gasp as he saw the dragon, and further as it picked the children up. The elf was never all that fond of children, but he feared for these ones that Link had helped. As Link ran off, Seh'ethil hadn't followed, but shouted after him. "Link! Where are you going?"

The question was answered as he watched Link near the blacksmith's shop. The elf stayed outside, counting his arrows and preparing himself. He'd never seen or faced a dragon before, but had heard many of both gruesome and heroic tales involving them. When Link reappeared outside, Seh'ethil went to rejoin him, running also after the dragon.

The elf only stopped once, to aim and shoot a arrow at the flying beast, careful of where he was shooting as to not hit the children. But the dragon was too far a head, and it seemed as if that got him no where. Seh'ethil quickly regained himself, continuing to chase after the dragon, and follow after Link.

When Link reached the wheat field he started to jump forward over the field, as to not get slowed down. He'd land and jump again, getting more determined and farther with each landing. The dragon began to fly higher and faster, as if it knew Link was following it. He grabbed one of his daggers and threw it with all his might at one of the dragon's wings, but it bounced off and fell down as if it was nothing. When Link reached his weapon, he looked over it to see if it was damaged, thankfully it wasn't. Link looked up in the sky and the dragon flew around the peak of the mountain then into a giant cave entrance.

He kept going to the end of the field and waited for Seh'ethil to catch up, he began to think if this dragon could be killed with swords.

Seh'ethil looked up at Link's dagger, and watched it bounce off the dragon's wing. He was amazed at its defenses. "That.. dragon, it must have a weak spot," The elf said, panting only slightly as he caught up to Link.

The elf looked up the mountain to the cave's entrance. "Although my good sense would say we should devise a plan, we probably don't have much time to waste," Seh'ethil said. Even for someone who had never encountered a dragon, he knew that hungry beast and small, meaty children wouldn't mean much good in this situation.

"Hey wait, look!" Link pointed toward the sky and the dragon left its cave with a mighty screech, "it must be off to find more things to eat, nows our chance to get up there and save them." This mountain looked easier to climb up than the last one, it had jagged rocks pointing out from the base, Link began to jump on them. He secretly hoped none would come loose and roll down like last time.

Seh'ethil peered up towards where Link had pointed towards, seeing the dragon fly out from its cavern. The elf couldn't help but to cover his ears, pulling them over themselves to try and block out the mind numbing screech the creature had let loose. Following after Link's example, Seh'ethil began to climb up the mountain, towards where the children were being held. It was rough, and the elf could certainly not jump like his friend, but he still proved to be a decent climber.

"Link!" He called, continuing the climb, "If the dragon makes a premature return, I'll distract it.. If you can get the children!"

"Midna will take the children down, we should try and defeat the dragon! That way, it won't terrorize anyone ever again!" He shouted back. As they got higher and higher, all that could be heard was the howling of the wind. Despite how it blew the sun was still in full blast, making it rather hard to keep hold of the rocks. Link didn't feel pain, so the burning rocks didn't affect him, but he worried about Seh'ethil. Soon he reached the cave entrance and looked inside, Nessa and her brother were far in a corner of the cave, shaking with fear.

The boy gasped and his fear seemed to fade when he noticed Link and Seh'ethil, "Nessa, its the nice man and his friend, they came to save us!" He helped Nessa up and they both ran toward Link, he gave them a hug, "don't worry, we'll do everything in our power to insure this will never happen again. Midna, help the children down the mountain please!"

"Okie dokie!" said Midna, and she revealed herself to the two kids. Using the same magic she helped Link and Seh'ethil with earlier the children began to float. "Follow me kids!" Said Midna, and soon they began heading back to the village.

Link wielded his sword and prepared for battle, he could hear the dragon screech in the distance.

Seh'ethil nodded, played Link's plan through in his head and prayed to Elven Gods that it would work out. As the rocks got hotter, Seh'ethil found it hard to hold on. One hand slipped as he pulled it back, recoiling from a light burn he'd recieved when touching one. Quickly, Seh'ethil took hold of his situation, though, and latched back on to the rocky wall. He tried to pull the flowing sleeves of his attire over his hands, to help avoid the heat - he didn't want to harm them too much, he needed them for his archery, after all.

Having made it passed the scorching rocks, the elf pulled himself up over the ledge, standing up as the kids ran towards Link. He was relieved to see Midna take the two siblings down the village, yet worried about the dragon, and the cramped space the cave offered to fight it.

Seh'ethil looked at Link and nodded, knowing what they had to do. The elf readied his bow, waiting for the dragon to come within distance to shoot, hoping to pierce its scales with his arrow.

Hoping the dragon would fly into the cave, it noticed Midna and the children instead, so it dived toward them with its claws out. Link gasped and jumped with all his strength, landing on the dragon's back, he stabbed it in the back as hard as he could and it pierced the scales, revealing its flesh. The dragon roared and flew away from Midna and the kids, it was too preoccupied with getting Link off its back. He stabbed his sword deeply into its exposed flesh and hung on with his life, ignoring the dragon's blood hitting his face.

"SEH'ETHIL, HELP!" Link shouted, sounding a bit desperate. "I'm about to lose my grip!!" The dragon was flying wildly, twisting and turning, doing anything it could to get the sword loose.

Seh'ethil took in everything that had just happened in absolute terror, but acted swiftly in response to Link's cry for help. The elf would have been all too ready to jump on the dragon's back as well, if he felt it would have been any assistance.

Seh'ethil was quick to take an opportunity to shoot the dragon, the arrow hitting where Link had exposed flesh, making its mark and digging into it. He continued to pelt the dragon with arrows, however, careful to conserve those he had left, as to not run out.

The dragon, despite still well preoccupied with having Link on its back, turned to face its cave, and consequentially, Seh'ethil, who had been shooting at it. The over sized creature opened its mouth to let loose another vicious screech, only to receive a sharp pain to its upper jaw. The elf had shot an arrow that hit spot on in the roof of the dragon's mouth. He continued to shoot towards its eyes, hoping to blind it. One of the arrows hit between them, instead, sticking loosely out of its forehead. It later fell off, only proving they weren't strong enough to penetrate it's scale, at least not from the distance.

"Hold in there, Link!" Seh'ethil shouted, wishing he could do more. As the dragon seemed to follow the young elf's distraction, Seh'ethil began to move back inside of its cave, hoping it would come with him, giving Link a chance to let himself go in the cave instead of in mid-air.

The dragon began to slow down, it wasted its energy trying to get Link off its back and its painful wounds didn't help. It flew back toward its cave and landed on the floor with a loud thud, blowing dirt and dust everywhere. When it settled, the dragon was flat on its belly, it was breathing slowly, you could hear it growl in its throat. Link had held on the whole time and pulled his sword from the dragon's wound, it let out a yelp. It was shaking due to the wound and it was bleeding rather badly. Link couldn't help feeling bad for it, even though it was going to eat the children.

He looked down to the ground but as he did he noticed a red jewel implanted in his sword's handle. It was never there before, but he figured it out rather quickly, the blacksmith, he gave his sword the power to kill dragons. "Should we kill it now Seh'ethil...?" He said, feeling a bit bitter inside.

The dragons heavy landing had caused Seh'ethil to lose his balance, falling back. Of course, he had still managed to keep his bow up and aimed, despite that he was now forcedly sitting down instead of standing. He was glad to see his friend had made it. As Link asked the inevitable, he stood up.

It was more or less Seh'ethil's tribes' belief that any powerful and rare creature should be respected. But, he didn't hold their morals with quite as much value as they did. And the elf was also rather resentful towards the thing. Going as close to the beast's head as he dared, he moved his hand over it, mumbling a small prayer in his native tongue, as if to wish it a well rest.

"It deserves its death," Seh'ethil said, looking up to Link and nodding to give his approval.

He sighed, but knew it had to be done, "very well..." He stood next to its neck and raised his sword upwards, he then swung it down, destroying its scales and cutting its head clean off. He used his cloak and wiped the blood from his face and blade, then he put his sword back in its sheath. "Lets head back, hopefully things have calmed down in the village." He walked toward the exit and began climbing back down the mountain.

Seh'ethil watched, if only because he felt it would have been a disrespect not to. Then he left its corpse in peace, careful not to step in any of its blood on his way out, as if he feared it for karma purposes. "Hopefully," The elf responded, once he had made it to the cave's opening. He watched Link go down the ledge first, till he was about half way, then joined him, allowing himself to slip every so often to avoid burns from the rocks.

"You'll be their hero, Link," Seh'ethil said. He could almost laugh to himself, thinking that maybe this would show them better for treating their hero with such hostility earlier. The elf knew that was by no means Link's motives, but did think he deserved the villager's respect.

"I couldn't have done it without your help Seh'ethil, so I'm not gonna take all the credit." After a few minutes they reached the bottom, Link could see a crowd of people across the wheat field and he could hear faint cheering. He chuckled a little at the sight of the once frightened and rude people now showing him and Seh'ethil some respect. He began running through the wheat field back to the village, Midna floated toward Link and faded back into his shadow, satisfied with the deed of returning the children.

When he reached the crowd, some of the food vendors came up with offerings from their stalls, "please, take them kind sirs, that fantastic display of heroics was truly amazing!" one of the vendors said in amazement. Nessa's mother walked over, she was holding Nessa in her arms and her brother ran over, then he hugged Link's leg. "Thank you so much for saving my kids, I don't know what I'd do without them. Please, what are your names young warriors?"

"My name is Link, and this is Seh'ethil, knowing that the children are alright is thanks enough for me." The little boy looked up at Link and let go of his leg, "Link? Thats a cool name! Not like my name... Cody." He looked sad, but he quickly got over it. Another of the vendors changed the subject, "we should honor our hero's with a feast! Come everybody, let us prepare!"

Seh'ethil followed towards the group of cheering villagers, in parshal amazement at the amount of gratitude they were displaying. He kept quiet, allowing Link to answer the crowd, wanting to keep to the back scenes. The elf wasn't the fondest of celebration, at least not any that made him feel smothered, and his usually upright ears seemed to drop, drooping as they mentioned a feast.

Seh'ethil looked to Link, half expecting him to deny their offer. He knew Link didn't have to eat, but he further wondered if Link could eat at all - even if he willed it. Yet, the happiness of all the others set his mild phobia at ease, and Seh'ethil decided it better to try to enjoy their celebration with them, if Link planned to stick around. It seemed as though it would be one of the perks of tagging along with a hero, and so, the elf figured he best get used to it, anyway.

Keeping his mind off all the noise the people were making, Seh'ethil thought about what he might still need, so long as him and Link were going to be in the village. If they were preparing a feast, he figured there would be some time in between to settle down. After the recent monstrous encounters, the elf was running painfully low on arrows, and figured that, that down time wouldn't be a bad time to craft some more. It would have seemed easier to just purchase some from the village folk, especially since they seemed more than willing to offer them whatever they wanted, but Seh'ethil felt more satisfied with his own hand made ones.

He tried to smile as some of the crowd left, already going in preparation for their promised banquet.

"We have to stay... I mean, we can't just leave now that they're preparing all this for us, but to be honest I'm not looking forward to this. I gave up on the whole 'celebration feast for the hero' thing a long time ago." He thought about what the blacksmith did to help and knew he didn't properly thank him, "maybe the blacksmith could craft up some arrows for you while we wait!" He grabbed Seh'ethil by his sleeve and started to drag him off to the blacksmith's hut. He tried to get through everyone running around with decorations and various furniture, but to no avail. He grabbed Seh'ethil's hand, "hold on!" He then jumped as far as he could over everyone and they landed just on the path to the blacksmith's hut, "hehe, sorry" chuckled Link, letting go of his hand.

He walked up the the hut, "uhh, sir? Are you here? I need to thank you for your assistance with that dragon!" there was silence, but Link heard something fall to the floor in the back room of the hut. Thinking someone was trying to rob him he walked over with his daggers wielded, but he noticed a bald-headed shadow, so he put his weapons away. When he looked in the room, he noticed various weapons on every corner of the walls, from swords to flails. "For 20 years I was waiting for a couple of young heros' to slay that dragon," spoke the blacksmith as he reached for a quiver of arrows, "and during those 20 years I almost lost hope." He tossed the arrows and Link caught them, they were surprisingly light though there were hundreds of them in just one quiver. "Here, those arrows are guaranteed to go through anything, including dragon scales, I would've gave them to you earlier but you ran off before I could."

Link was confused, "who are you?" He asked curiously. "I was once a hero, Like you, a noble dragon slayer, but I grew too old for all the fame and glory. So I settled down with a wife and child, here, in this village, but that dragon managed to get a hold of my family and I couldn't climb the mountain to rescue them. I began to research if dragons could be killed at all, with the help of a magic jewel, thought to no longer exist was the only way to destroy the scales of dragons. What I gave you there is what gave you your power, its called a Sphyfer, it absorbs souls and uses their powers to help its wielder in battles. It can give your weapon the power to destroy anything."

"Wow... but, why would you trust me with such an amazing gift?" He asked the blacksmith as he handed the quiver to Seh'ethil. "I knew you were the only ones who could do it, I'm too old, or else I would've fought it myself. But now that that dragon is gone, my purpose in life is fulfilled, so I'll see my family soon... its just a matter of time."

"I'm sure your family is very proud of you, but this shouldn't be a sad time, everyone is throwing a party, how about you come with us?" The blacksmith smiled, "okay kid, I'll come along... thank you." Link and the blacksmith began to head back to the just now starting festivities, "come on seh'ethil." Link said.

Seh'ethil nodded in silent agreement to what Link had decided about staying for the celebration, understanding and respecting his decision. The elf nearly lost his balance trying to keep up with Link pulling him to the blacksmith, having no time to regain himself before Link grabbed his hand, jumping over all the obstacles that had been in their way and bringing Seh'ethil with him. He shyed up a bit as Link apologized, despite realizing he'd only held his hand to get over the people.

Seh'ethil listened closely, quite interested in the blacksmith's tale. It was, like many other's, a sad one. He began to wonder if all adventures would end in some form of unhappiness, but put the thought aside as Link passed over the quiver. The elven archer studied the gift, quite impressed by the blacksmith's marksmanship, indeed comprehending the high quality of the arrows he'd crafted. He muttered a quiet 'thanks' as Link and the blacksmith spoke, later placing the full quiver into his pack; where he'd hold his usual arrows. He decided it would be best to keep the quiver, in case the arrows could not fit so well had he tried to move them.

Seh'ethil followed them out, and was impressed by the amount of work the villagers had done in that small amount of time. He looked left and right, up and down at all the magnificent decorations, and the smiling faces of the hard working people who put the entire event together. "Link," he said, walking up by his friend and setting his hand lightly on his lower back, closer to his waist. "It's beautiful!"

The elf was forced to wonder off a bit from Link and the blacksmith, to take a closer look at the appealing decorations. It wasn't that he'd never been in any sort of celebration or festivity, but it had certainly been a while - and the sort of decor they used where Seh'ethil came from was much, much different from that the villagers put up here. Along with the scenic view the mountain area offered, it was almost a sensory overload.

"Don't let me slow you down too," Link said to the blacksmith, "you can wander off if you'd like" the blacksmith chuckled and gave Link a pat on the back rather hard, knocking him over... the blacksmith laughed, "I'm sorry my friend, guess theres still a fair bit of strength in these old bones!" Link got up and brushed himself off, "haha, thats alright, you remind me of an old friend I used to have..." saying that made him think back, which put a frown on his face, but the blacksmith snapped his fingers in Link's face, making him come back to reality. "Now is not the time for sadness, like you said, this is a happy occasion! Come now, lets go get somethin' to eat."

"No... no, I don't ea- ahh!" Link couldn't finish his sentence before the blacksmith dragged Link to the tables of freshly cooked meats where some of his friends were already at, stuffing their faces. "Nonsense! We're going to drink in this festival till we pass out!" Laughed the blacksmith, Link chuckled weakly, "great... this is not gonna end well." He thought to himself.

Seh'ethil looked back just in time to see Link get pushed to a buffet table, and he couldn't help but laugh at him from the distance. "Good luck my friend!" He shouted at Link, almost wanting to join them only if to see if Link could actually eat or not. Before he got a chance to witness any such thing, he was pushed and distracted by a merry group of people, and decided to follow along with them in their fun.

Eventually, Seh'ethil found himself watching a group of drunken dancers, singing as they went. Taking a seat on a spare crate, he had to clap along, but wasn't one to join in on such things. Of course, it didn't take long before one of the tipsy dancers decided to pull some bystanders into their circle, Seh'ethil being one of them.

"Ai, come on wee lad, you have to join!" The burly man said, pulling the elf off of his seat and into the dancing group. "Aiya.. Yee!" Seh'ethil cried, the elven equivalent of, 'oh.. eek!' forgetting quite which tongue he should be speaking in, with all the commotion. It sounded off, but to the villagers, no different than a strange squeal. As the dancers pranced around happily, the elf was sure he was to be squished. He tried to join the best he could, however, if only so he could make his way out of their ring.

Eventually Seh'ethil was pushed out, wiping his brow with his sleeve in relief. Out of all the dangers he'd faced recently, that dance seemed to be the most frightening. He pushed his way over to a vendor stand which had been filled with wax candles for decoration, the area it was in being slightly less populated. He took a seat on the ground, watching their faint flames twirl in a slight breeze. "I wonder how Link is holding in.." Seh'ethil thought out loud, smirking to himself.

There were lots of men sitting at the table, having some conversations and laughing with their mouths full, when one noticed Link and the blacksmith coming over. "Hey, its Odin! 'Bout time you joined the party!" Odin sat down and Link did also, sort of regretting it, "so you're the hero who saved the kids today, what was your name again?" Asked one of the men and he guzzled down the rest of his drink. "My name is Link, and-" he was interrupted by a fairly drunk man at the table. "If you are this so called 'hero", how 'bout you tell us one of your 'many' adventures" he hiccuped and almost passed out in his beer. "Huh?!" He shouted again.

"Uhm... I guess I'll tell you a tale, if you all want to hear." Some of them nodded their heads in agreements while others were too busy eating to pay attention. Link then began to tell a story of his adventure to slay Ganon and rescue his friend, Zelda. After his story was done, the men laughed uproariously, "you're saying that you went on a journey to save a princess from a dark wizard who was really a pig monster?! This sounds like a child's bedtime fairy tale!" Said one of the skeptical men. "I had a feeling you wouldn't believe me..." said Link, looking a bit annoyed.

"Hey, how about if Link challenges you to an arm wrestling contest Pacha, if he wins, his story is true, if he loses, it was all hogwash." Said Odin to the skeptic Pacha, Pacha had a smirk on his face and he slammed his beer mug against the table. "I accept!" He shouted, he held his arm out and was ready to wrestle, Link sat there, blinking, wondering what Odin got him into. He went along with it and got ready to wrestle to, Odin began the countdown, "3, 2, 1, go!" Pacha put up a good fight, but due to Link's strength he couldn't move his arm at all, Link slammed Pacha's arm down and won, but he did it too hard and it cracked the table right down the middle. Pacha passed out from a combination of shock and alcohol, but Odin held up Link's arm, "the winner!" Odin's friends cheered and laughed for him, causing a scene.

"Hes a man among men!" One shouted, "who would've thought one so skinny could be so strong!" Said another. Link was embarrassed.

As the celebration went on Seh'ethil found himself rounding back to the table where Link sat at. On his way, he'd managed to pick up some sort of sweet, apparently honey glazed fruit on a stick. The elf had never came across such a dessert before, but, a lady who had been dipping them was rather quick to convince him to have one, free of charge. He gnawed at it lightly, not having so much of a sweet tooth.

The young elf peered from all the festivities to Link, glad to see he was enjoying himself. Seh'ethil thought of at least waving, but hadn't wanted to interrupt. He had a lot more he could join in on his own, anyway. There would be time to converse later.

Things didn't quite settle down as it grew darker, and later into the day, as Seh'ethil thought they would have. Rather, everyone seemed that much more excited. It made him curious, but like in most cases, his curiosity would soon be answered by just sticking around.

A large man stepped up to a crate, and began shouting and waving as to gather nearby attention. Wondering what this was all about, the elf drew closer to the man, and the crowd that'd grown around his makeshift podium. "We're starting the fireworks!" He yelled out. Seh'ethil looked up and then around at the other people, who seemed really quite excited. He hadn't a clue what 'fireworks' meant or were. It seemed like the villagers had already gone through a lot of trouble, and on such short notice, to have more special events seemed like so much to the elf.

People started to move to a field a bit outside of the village, readying themselves for the event. Others climbed to the roof tops, or somewhere high up to get a better view. Seh'ethil tried asking one of the villagers what was going on, but they gave a very drunken answer which he hadn't understood, laughed and stumbled off with the others. Going back to find Link, Seh'ethil figured now was a half-decent time to interrupt him.

The elf stepped up behind his friend, setting his hand on Link's shoulder. He didn't want to make a fuss infront of the men Link had just impressed, so, he asked quietly -- quiet enough that no one else would hear, but loud enough for Link to. "The hell are fireworks?"

"Odin, I'm gonna go watch the fireworks with Seh'ethil if you don't mind, sorry about the table." He went off to find a good spot to stand, he then began to explain fireworks, "they're small red rockets filled with gunpowder, when you light them on fire they shoot into the sky and make a brilliant flash of lights in various colors. I've seen them once in my life, they must not be very common so this is a rare occasion." He spotted an available rooftop so he jumped up and leaned over the edge to help up Seh'ethil. By the time they were both on the roof the first rocket was lit, it flew up high like a missile and exploded in a flash of red lights.

They lit another one and it shot up, exploding in a burst of green and yellow lights, another was blue and exploded in the shape of a dragon. Link wasn't very fond of that one. When all the rockets were gone they began to light up sparklers to pass out to all the children, they gave off various colored clouds of smoke as they burned. When all the sparklers burnt out they prepared the smaller fireworks. When they lit it everyone stood back, it made a loud noise as yellow, green and pink sparks shot up into the air wildly, it popped and fizzled to a stop after a bit and the loud noises went away. After an hour all the fireworks for gone... except one, a really big red rocket, one used a torch to light the fuse and he ran back into the crowd. The rocket blasted off and a combination of all the last rockets happened at once, lighting up the whole sky. When it settled down everyone cheered for the fantastic finale, but the party winded down and everyone started to go home and rest.

"Guess its time to call it a night... well, for you anyway Seh'ethil," he laid back on the rooftop to look at the stars. "Hey friends!" Odin shouted, "we have a couple extra beds available for the night! Follow me!"

"Good night Seh'ethil, I'll stay out here." Link said.