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Returning Memories
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Complete, First published Feb 14, 2019
Ever since Link awoke, his memories of 'before' has slowly come back to him.

Sometimes, they come back in the form of dreams, nightmares made all the more horrifying as they had happened, and it was his fault that he couldn't prevnt it.

He would always believe that, no matter how much Sidon, Zelda, or anyone else told him otherwise.
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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.