For the next few days, Saria was very depressed. She didn’t eat, barely slept and would spend entire days out in a secret place in the Lost Woods.
“Please, eat something Saria!” pleaded Saria’s roommate Miso. Saria was sitting looking gloomy and depressed, as usual.
“Acting like this isn’t healthy for you”, said Saria’s other roommate Mira sitting down next to her.
“Its no use, the least we can do is comfort her!” cried Miso in despair.
Once, early in the morning, before dawn Saria stepped out of her house. She looked around. The mist was beginning to rise. Her thoughts drifted for a moment. She snapped back to attention when she noticed movement in the corner of her eye. She turned toward the entrance toward the village to see a form moving toward her. Saria took a step back. As he approached she noticed that he seemed no different from any Kokiri.
He waved to her. “Hail forest dweller, do not run I intend no harm!” He called.
Saria looked closely at him. He had blonde hair, somewhat long and strait; he had blue eyes. His face was pale and he had a pointed chin. He was actually rather handsome.
“Who are you and what do you want?” asked Saria eying him narrowly. He wore a green Tunic with strange designs on it; on his back was an emerald green cloak. He had a sword hilted at his side.
“My name is Duradar and I seek something”, he said with a smile. A fairy fluttered out of his pocket and hovered over his head.
“You’re a Kokiri?” Saria asked in amazement.
“I am”, he replied.
“What may I help you with?” Saria had just become more interested with this boy.

The two of them walked through the Lost Woods. Duradar was explaining to Saria about the Kokiri outside the forest.
“You see, when your people retreated to the forests seeking protection, the Great Deku trees, a kind of ent, told you that you could not leave for fear that you were the last of your species and that you needed their protection. The Deku Trees were wrong. There are more Kokiri outside the forests than in hiding. Our empire is slowly rising again. Our capital and Patron city Firimar Tal is nearing completion. We aren’t too powerful though. Here in Hylia, we have havens and colonies with representing nobles forming a weak government. All they do is argue and complain and they are so indulged in their useless debating that they have practically ignored a present danger”
“And what is that?” asked Saria listening attentively.
“There is corruption in the Hylian Parliament to start with. Something about one of the Gerudo nobles scheming about taking over the world and…. Oh the Triforce worked its way in there, but I don’t like Gerudos or the Hylian monarchs. Old grudges. But that is just one problem. Mordor is beginning to stir… who knows what will become of that. The most important thing though is Aganhim’s ring. The reason I have a grudge with the Royal Family is because they lost the ring. Lost to a thief they say…”, Duradar then told the story of Aganhim’s Seal to Saria.
“Hmmm, I don’t really understand much about the big world, sounds confusing… you know, I have a ring”, said Saria holding up her hand. She stared at the gold ring upon her finger.
“Just out of curiosity”. Began Duradar. “Let’s see if this is the ring. It would have certain markings. Now what’s that spell….” Said Duradar. Saria giggled.
“What are the odds that this is the evil ring? I would laugh so hard if it…” Began Saria.
“Ah yes I remember!” Exclaimed Duradar. He held his hand over the ring on Saria’s hand. He too, bore a ring of a strange emerald, polished metal. He mumbled a few things in a strange language Saria had never heard before.
“Well did any writing appear?” asked Duradar eagerly. Like magic, strange markings began to appear on the ring like an emerald green fire. Saria turned her hand slowly looking at the ring.
“It reads: Herein is Aganhim’s ring, the life force of the dark lord” said Duradar.
“Well that explains a lot,” He said looking up.
“Are you laughing now?”