Kuma was a little ways outside of Kakariko Village at a farmers house when he awoke from his dream and began to stretch, he was around the area because of the festival that was taking place, he thought that it would have been the perfect opportunity to get some business and to have some fun, it had been a while since Kuma got to participate in such a thing. The reason he had not made it into the village itself was because the old farmer that lived there had damaged his plow. Kuma had promised the old man that he would take a look at it and assess the damage and what needed to be done to repair it if he got to stay the night there for free. He was lifting the plow to determine the damage, put it down and got his tools to start his work. It was 7:45 a.m. at the time when something popped into his mind.

¢σмє тσ тнє gяανєуαя∂. 
¢σмє qυι¢кℓу. 
тιмє ιѕ σƒ тнє єѕѕєη¢є....

Then was images of darkness and figures that he had long thought were gone from this world the feeling of fear and destruction waved through him. A graveyard showed up in his head, around it was a village, Kakariko Village the sign said.  

But in focusing on the images he had forgotten about the plow. The farmer he was staying with had just gotten outside and was getting ready to start his morning chores, he took a big stretch and looked around to see the Goron standing there, he walked over and patted him on his arm. This knocked Kuma back into reality and he looked down at the farmer.

"You seemed to be out of it, like you were in a trance." The farmer explained to him. 

[color=f7941d][i]I have to answer the call[/i][/color] Kuma thought, he was about to roll off right then and there when he looked at the damaged plow and then at the old farmer and remembered what he had promised. He knew he had to go to the graveyard but he couldn't leave the man in the position that he was in, so as quickly as he could he went to work and worked on the plow. [color=f7941d][i]I'm going to be late![/i][/color] Kuma worried as he worked as hard and as fast as he could.

When he was done and the farmer thanked him he even offered to let him keep his cart there for safe keeping. Kuma was overjoyed, he loaded his cart and placed it in the farmers barn, the time now was 8:40 a.m. Kuma rolled into a ball and made his way to the village. He travelled as fast as he could without hitting anybody that was on the path, he could feel as though he was late and made his way into the village. He rolled out of his rolling form when he entered and looked around frantically.

He began asking the villagers if there was anything suspicious happening. A villager turned to him, the mans face was narrow and he had a bit of a bowl cut, he wore simple clothes and overalls with two large top front teeth. His beady eyes were facing away from the Goron.

"What in the hell is going on? There have been a bunch of you asking if anything was suspicious, they all went to the graveyard just over there..." Said the snarly man as he pointed in the direction of the graveyard as he looked up, and up, and up before finally making eye contact with him, Kuma thanked him by shaking the man up and down with joy, he was in the right place. Afterwards he realized what he was doing and put the poor man down gently and patting him in the head before apologizing. The time now was 8:50 a.m.

He saw what appeared to him to be two men standing at the entrance way, one bowing to the other. [color=f7941d][i]Hey! They must have been summoned here to, this must be big![/i][/color] He thought as he raised his right arm up in the air and waved as his left held the cudgel on his shoulder.

[b][color=f7941d]"Hello fellow heroes!"[/color][/b] He yelled, as he ran over in excitement giving both of them
a pat on their shoulders. [b][color=f7941d]"I see you have heard the call! I have as well, Kuma Tadram is my name what are yours and please say it slowly so I can remember, not so good with names."[/color][/b] He said with a chuckle, his voice deep and jolly, he then looked past them to the opening that awaited them with a smile. Finally, a calling in a dream, others that have also heard the call gathered at the same place, this was the adventure that would make him a hero! He could feel it in his rock filled gut!

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