Serendipity (Sidlink)

Serendipity (Sidlink)

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Link has been on the run ever since he woke up from those chambers, he could not remember the faces of his comrades, he could not remember what they meant to him. When he woke up he did know a few things though, he knew how to fight, he knew how to survive the wild. Once Link had fought Vah Rutah along with Sidon he could not do anything but wish he could go back in time. Link just wished he could spend time with a friend, someone who cared for him. Link's coming back home, but problems will also come for him. Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the world of The Legend of Zelda, all rights remain to Nintendo. I also do not own the piece of art for my cover, all rights remains to the skilled artist.
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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.

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