Link.
That was all he knew. That was all he ever was.
Link.
Just Link.
Of course, Link wasn't his real name.
The English boys always made fun of his name for some reason. Something about a thing where there's this whole other world in a box, and you can control it.
Seemed pretty far-fetched to Link.
Link had an English friend. He said he looked like Link. He even showed him a picture.
He did look like him.
His face was sharper than most, sharp cheekbones and a slender nose. Most said he had a girl's face. His hair was an unusual colour. Like when you mix sand with dirt, kind of colour. And his eyes, well, they were the deepest blue you'd ever see.
But they were so haunted, so dark, so...
sad.
He turned into his street. He saw two children speaking Vietnamese.
Bad idea.
He had forgotten most of his natural language. When white man came, they forbade them all to speak it. Now, they all know English.
He got whipped today. Whipped because he refused to learn about the history of a country he'll never see.
They used to live in a much nicer place.
Look at them now.
People telling them where they would sleep, who they would marry...
they treated them like nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
And so, with that thought in mind, he didn't go back to his foster parents, he turned and walked back through town. He passed the guards and the English. He recieved the dirty looks and the insults. He did nothing but keep on walking, and he arrived at the forest.
And ran.
Never once looking back.
He never knew his parents. He never knew his family. He only knew what had become of a country that he once called home. And so he ran, far far away. And he didn't stop running.
And he still is.
Running.
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The Ghosts
ActionThey were four, gone through some of the hardest hardships anyone can ever go through. Death, suicide, abuse, they were from different worlds, yet somehow, they fit together. With a new threat to the world, they'll need to recognize each other for w...
