Fingers flit so meticulously over an ocarina with no thought to do anything but play. Water ripples cause small splashes to form as the waves soon touch the sand he sat upon. A deep rooted sadness, etches itself deep into his soul. Another battle lost which ensures he can never hope to attain freedom. The music soon falls to an end and he lowers his head, white locks of hair, frame his face. “For such a hero who breaks a promise, I suppose being forgotten doesn’t hurt much in comparison.”