Warning to you Link fans, he gets a little...angry in this one.
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"...I'm counting on you." The Zora's body faded with his pain, leaving only the strange, fishbone guitar.
There. Those vile words again. Nevertheless, a small pudgy hand reached out and chipped solemnly away.
Link started to awaken, sitting up in surprise. Upset, he pushed sweaty blond bangs from his eyes and rubbed his palms together, trying to erase the feel of clammy bone. Those words. Damn those words. A hero to boot, those words were often his death sentence; his exile from the norm. His aura had finally figured…
