Mido stopped and stared. What- what was going on? There was an adult, a woman, pregnant, among the Kokiri crowded around her. She was drifting in and out of consciousness with each passing hour. At twilight she started contractions.

Saria held a sleeping baby boy in her arms. Tears streamed out of her large green eyes as she remembered the gravely injured mother's last words, "You must keep Link safe- only time can tell of his- part- in Dest--iny..."

Mido folded his arms and looked at Saria doubtfully. What did she know about Hylians! Nursing that child like it was a Kokiri! For shame. He marched over to her house and barged in. "Saria, I can-"

"SHHHHHHH!" she hissed. " He's asleep. You mustn't wake him. I have the strangest feeling that something bad will happen- but that he will prevent it."

"Nonsense!" scoffed Mido. "The 'bad thing' will probably be a spill, and he catches the cup before it falls."

Saria drew herself up to her full height and stared Mido in the eye- and then her heart melted. She liked -no, loved- Mido, and he was angry with her. She looked at him with her huge eyes and her face grew closer to his with each second. And then she brushed her lips to his and buried her face in his shoulder. Her voice was muffled as she murmured, "He will be something; but I can't do anything to stop it. Evil must not prevail." This last sentence was delivered in a trancelike state, and then Saria collapsed on the ground, sobbing. Mido could only stare as Fado came rushing in.

"Oh, Farore!" Fado swore. "What have you done?" she screamed at Mido. Mido wisely backed off as Fado tried to calm Saria.

"Hello, Link!" Saria called up to the green-clad boy. Link smiled and climbed down. "Good morning," said Saria. Link blushed. Saria was so pretty. Shyly, he wandered over to where some flowers were growing and picked some. He ambled back to Saria and tapped her shoulder. He handed her the flowers and kissed her on the cheek. Saria's mouth dropped open as Link ran away. Then she, too blushed and ran back to her house.