Sink or Swim|Link/Sidon Fanfiction
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  • Reads 42,777
  • Votes 1,180
  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 2m
Ongoing, First published Mar 17, 2017
Link had no idea what was going on. Hyrule had been saved, everything seemed as though it was perfectly on track again. With the Princess rescued and his duty by her side restored, he was almost certain that everything was finally over. Until his skin begins to illuminate with strange markings, not completely recognised by any close to him. 

Only the Zora Prince, Sidon, can help him, before the dark magic within these runes completely warps Link into a vessel suitable to possess.

Sometimes, Link just needs someone to truly believe in him.
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The Knight & The Prince (A SidLink Tale)

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WARNING THIS BOOK IS ONLY THE FIRST OF POSSIBLY MANY. READERS DESCREATION IS ADVISED! THIS STORY SERIES MAY CONTAIN DRAMA, DEATH, FLUFF, AND MORE!!!!!! MAKE SURE YOU VOTE AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THE BOOK! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A lot can happen in one year. Ka-thump! Link released his held breath as he watched the stag he was hunting drop to the ground with little grace. After the return of Zelda and the fall of Calamity Ganon, Link slaved away for one whole year doing what he could to keep himself busy. Then on one fateful day everything changed. Knock, knock, knock! Link looked to his door confused as he looked at the clock hanging on his wall. It was 3:30 in the morning. No one should have been knocking on his door, but what caught his eyes was the small envelope that slid under his door into the kitchen. He placed his cutting knife down and went over to the thing seeing his name written in extravagant hand writing he knew all too well. He flipped the paper over seeing the bright red wax stamp of a cursive S he had grown to love.