Zelink : A Love Story

Zelink : A Love Story

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Link had no idea what to do in Kokiri Forest, no matter how many times he went to go see Saria, he was getting bored. He thought that after being the Hero of Time, he wouldn't miss Zelda. However, she was the only thing on his mind. He was sure that she loved her. **NOTE** I, in any way, shape, or form, do NOT own The Legend of Zelda.
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