********Night Passes********

As the sun peeks its face over the distant mountains, Ingo has prepared enough horses for the group to leave as soon as they are ready. On the dinner table, a large breakfast is set, including ham, turkey, beef and more Lon Lon milk. Beside each chair in the dinning room, rests a small bag, with Ganondorf's emblem imprinted on the latch. Closer inspection would show that in the bag are a day's rations, two bottles of Lon Lon milk, and a note to any of his minions, warning them against attacking the possessor of the note. The haunting melody that pervaded the dreams of all who slept that night has faded, and a young girl walks back into the stables to do more of her chores. The lawns people go about their early morning chores, as birds chirp above their heads. The cuckoos commence their early morning chant, and the gates of Lon Lon Ranch open again. Small rays of light peek through the windows of the East-facing rooms of the Comrades, slowly bringing them awake.

Dmitri awakens with the dawn, his soldiers' training still strong in him, despite his changed loyalties. He smiles politely at the girl walking into the stables.......noticing that she isn't much younger than he is (despite his combat experience, Dmitri is only a few years older than Link), then heads into the room where they ate dinner......taking a few pieces of beef and a glass of milk as his breakfast. He then chats with some of the workers while he waits for the other Comrades to wake up.

Borris's eyes snapped open at the sound of movement. The workers starting their jobs he thought to himself. He had been meditating for an unknown period of time. Trying to clear his mind of the visions that had plagued him during the night. "A monk never forgets his roots," he mumbled to himself. Half suprised to find himself meditating. The smell of food wafted to his room and he raised himself to one knee. He raised two fingers to his foward and muttered a vow to himself, "I will kill, till the dead can lay still." He stood up and walked over to the window waving to the workers carrying on their jobs below them, not carrying wether or not they saw him. He left his room and walked to the dinner table. "Good morning comrade Dmitri." he said as he saw Dmitri had arrived before him.

Alexi stalked out of his room after a restless sleep. He paced down to the dinning area and sat down before proceeding to crack his neck, back and knuckles.

"I trust your sleep was good comrades." He said as he forked a portion of beef onto his plate, a portion no larger than the other's, he noted thoughtfully. "For we have a long journey ahead of us."

Gordon comes too in the same clearing that composes his last conscious memory. He stands and groggily stretches his limbs as he yawns. In the east a new sun rises, a new day begins for his world. He catches the scent of a farm in early morning accompanied by the perfume of a wilderness. He jogs to the dining room where his companions have already begun the day with breakfast. "Sorry for my tardiness, I seem to have dosed off outside last night, heh heh" he smiles abashedly and takes a seat at the table, helping himself to the meal. "Where are we off to today?"

"ah, good morning Comrade Borris" Dmitri said, still not finished with his breakfast. "I trust you slept well?" he also greeted the others as each of them entered the room, pleased to see that his friends were ready to go.

Joseph tossed and turned in bed, deep in some dream, then jumped suddenly up. He was sweating, and looked about confused for a second before placing his location. He wiped the sweat from his brow, then got out of bed, banishing the thoughts of the dream from his mind and going to get dressed.

Downstairs he quickly gathered a random assortment of food onto his plate and dug in, intent more on having a full stomach for this trip then anything else.

"Good morning, Comrade Joseph!" Dmitri said jovially, invigorated by his hearty breakfast, and by the welcome rest of the night before.......before his breakfast he had gone outside and performed his usual grueling workout and plethora of sword drills, which left him ravenous but in a splendid mood.

Borris ate in silence. Putting some more Ham onto his plate. He let his mind wonder and thought about the people who worked here. He shook his head to stop day dreaming and took a sip of Lon Lon Milk. He wondered if the others sleep had been as bad as his.

Dmitri whistled a merry tune between bites. His dreams had been pleasant, involving scantily-clad Gerudo women without a desire to kill men.......and the delicious breakfast and beautiful morning just made him happier