[Mooglegirl]

Link Midora trudged up the dirt path, making his way to the stone tower in the distance. He'd heard that the person who lived there was one of the best magic instructors around; if anyone asked, he'd say that he was excited, but deep down, he was relatively nervous. Just how would this whole thing turn out? Would his teacher be friendly or strict? Would Link excel at the spells he wanted to learn, or fail miserably? Such questions turned over in his mind, and he tried to keep a strong expression despite it all.

A young man of sixteen, of average height, pale complexion, and lanky build, whose obsession with a legendary hero in the area had driven him to change his name to match, Link was a hotheaded boy who had a tendency to act before thinking and a very high opinion of himself. His hair was shoulder-length, straight, and dyed a vibrant lime green; it got him noticed more often. He had come dressed in a black robe, hooded and not too flowing, with more casual clothes underneath.

Once he reached the ornate doors of the tower, Link pushed one open without knocking, eager to see what lay in store for him inside.