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The Legend of Zelda: Link's Return	By : JChrishMartinez Category: Zelda > General Views: 3725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own ‘The Legend of Zelda’, all right? Do you agree? Well…? Do you? DO YOU??? DO YOU AGREE WITH ME?!?!?! …Um, sorry ‘bout that…Just read on…

DEDZ: This fic here is dedicated to my one andy luy luv, my teasing Fuu-wannabe: Green Knight. This fic also goes out to all them Zelda fans out there, and lastly, to the creator of such a fine game and series, Shigeru Miyamoto. You, Shigeru Miyamoto-sama, are the father of this series and we can never thank you enough for bringing this fabulous series into being. By the way, do you think you can play ‘The Ballad of The Wind Fish’ on your Zora Guitar?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey, people, this is my first story, and I hope you enjoy every single word of it. This Zelda fic is set after ‘Link’s Awakening’, keep in mind. As I believe that each Link is a different one from the last, Links from the past (pun from the SNES Zelda game quite intended) will be known as the Heroes. I thank you for taking the time to read this Zelda fic, and please do not forget to review. Best I shut up now and let you read. But first (company policy for fics like these)…

ALERT! ALERT! This fic (in this case, this chapter) is rated NC-17, which stands for ‘Not for Children Under 17’, so if you are even sixteen years, eleven months, three weeks, six days, twenty-three hours, fifty-nine minutes, fifty-nine seconds and ninety-nine milliseconds old, you are still too darned young to read this story. I suggest you get your kiddy behind out of here before we both get into trouble (Of course, I’m going to bear the brunt of tunisunishment). ALERT! ALERT!

The Legend of Zelda: Link’s Return

Act One: Empathy

A ‘Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening’ fanfiction

Written by

-= The Green SwordsMaster =-

The sun had begun to lower to the west, a perfectly round ember hung above the orange sky, above the green expanse of waves gently colliding amongst each other. Gulls cried guttural squawks overhead. Chunks of wooden planks and a few barrels, even some thick boat rope, were tossed gently by the waves around him.

Link slowly rubbed his head and woke up. He scanned the area, and once again, there was no one in sight. He sighed in disbelief.

"How much more must I endure?" he asked. He had been lying on his makeshift raft for days now, carefully rationing what food he had left, as well as what he had scavenged from the barrels nearby. It had been three days since he had seen the Wind Fish with his own two eyes, its call bold and medium-pitched. It had been three days since he woke up from that dream.

"That dream…" he said to himself. "Was it truly a dream…or was it as real I am?" He vividly remembered the various monsters he had faced, which resembled the monsters described in the books in the Ancient Library back in Hyrule Castle.

He remembered the much larger monsters, known as Nightmares to the people in his dream, some of which also resembled the much larger creatures described in the books in the Ancient Library. He found himself glad for his insight, as well as his endless months of researching the old and yellowing pages of the many volumes he read.

Last of all, he remembered the human inhabitants of the dream island that he and the Wind Fish shared, Koholint Island. The shy old man named Ulrira, his quite outspoken wife, the smug, slit-eyed shopkeeper, the clumsy Papahl and his quadruplets, as well as his wife and newborn son cradling a Yoshi doll that Link had won.

He also remembered Madam MeowMeow, and her three dogs, especially the largest one of all, her prized BowWow. As well, there was the odd Mr. Write, and the crush he had over a goat from the Animal Village.

He remembered the mysterious witch, as well as the physically attractive Crazy Tracy.

Finally, his thoughts traveled to the only other family on Koholint besides Papahl’s: the single-parent family of Tarin and his maiden daughter, Marin.

"By the Triforce, was she real?" he asked himself. He could not help but realize that she resembled his one true love, Princess Zelda, in most if not all respects. He saw Zelda in her eyes. He heard Zelda in her voice. He even felt Zelda in her touch, when he had to save her at the western part of Koholint’s mountains.

She was as timid as his royal lover, and just as soft-spoken. She even had the same love for singing as did Zelda. He remembered the days before his quest abroad, when Zelda would often let people from the villages enter the castle gardens so she could sing to them. And Link was always in the background, watching gently and as intently as her audience. Her voice was heavenly, and he longed to hear Zelda’s voice, see her eyes, feel her touch, once more.

"I’ve been isolated for too long," he said. "I must return home."

A violent wind suddenly broke his reverie.

"Indeed you must," a deep voice rumbled from afar, yet its voice was as clear as crystal.

The voice registered in Link’s mind, but he could not believe his ears. "The Wind Fish?"

There was another gust of wind, rustling his somewhat ragged sleeves and nearly swiping his hat from his head. "Yes, it is me, Hero," the wind replied. "I am watching you from overhead."

Immediately, Link shot his glance upward. The large, oddly-decorated whale was indeed flying up high overhead.

"Why do you say I must return homeward?"

There was no wind this time to precede the Wind Fish’s reply. "You must return, for your home is in grave danger. The winds of war and evil once again turn your direction, and the winds carry Hyrule’s pleas for help. These winds I bring to you, Link. As well, a secret wish for you to return has been thrown to me. And as such, I send it to you."

A gentle rush of wind slowly embraced Link, and he thought he saw a transparent Princess Zelda floating over the water in front of him.

"Link, my love," the princess said. "Please return safely to me. The Kingdom is without its finest warrior, and I am not without my finest lover. The days are tedious and the nights are cold and lonely. I long to be with you once more, and I hope that your voyage is fruitful. I fear that the worst may come while you are gone. I know not how to keep the land content and safe without your being here to guard us from unknown evils, and the other Hyrulean warriors, the ones you did not take with you, bear low morale with your absence. How I long to be at your side, just as we will be when we are married two weeks after your return. You made your promise to me, Link, that we would be wed after your voyage. Again, love…" The image of Zelda clasped its hands and closed its eyes in prayer. "…May the Triforce bring you safely home to me." With that, the image dissipated.

"This wish of hers bears nothing about anything bad about to occur in Hyrule, save her concern for it being unguarded," Link replied.

"You have much insight," the Wind Fish replied. "But you must return home at once."

"And how am I to do that, Wind Fish?"

"Are you willing to accept my aid?"

Link nodded. "I am, Wind Fish. I have faced many perils to wake you and save Koholint from its tormentors. Once again, I am forced to protect those that are close to me. I will risk my life if I have to in order to save my home."

"You knew the risks when you took it, Hero," the Wind Fish replied. Link felt the Wind Fish’s stare leave him. With another medium-pitched call, the sun instantly disappeared, the sky grew dark and murky, then char-black clouds formed in the sky above him and poured stinging raindrops on him. The gentle rolling waves soon became violent and harsh, each one stronger than the last. Link felt himself being tossed around like the ball two of the quadruplets in Koholint played with. As his body was tossed into the air, he saw the last two barrels full of food and supplies collide, then spill its valuable contents. At the same time, he saw his makeshift raft become splinters under the force of a tidal wave.

"Wind Fish, you said you could help me!" he shouted. "What is the meaning of this?"

Link felt the Wind Fish stare at him sadly overhead. "I am sorry, Link. You are to return home quickly, and as you said yourself, you would willingly give your life in order to reach it. This tempest is the fastest way to return to Hyrule. There will be waves that will froth at their zenith. Those waves are the least violent, and they will carry you to Hyrule. I am sorry, but this is the only aid I have left to offer."

"Wind Fish?" Link called out. "Wind Fish!" His voice was bordering on hysteria as he was taken under by a frothing wave. His eyelids felt heavy and his lungs were about to pop, begging for air.

He was able to say one word before unconscious hit him like the frothing wave.

"Zelda…"

******

"Zelda…" he heard a voice cry out to her.

Instantly, the maiden rose from her fitful sleep. There were tears in her eyes, as there had been for several months. She could not recall when her eyes were once filled with tears of happiness, of exultation, not of pain, of loss, of emptiness. She missed the one thing in the world that meant everything to her: the brash, young warrior named Link.

She remembered reading the diaries of past Princesses of Hyrule. Of these many journals, there were only a select few with her name, and each time, each told of a headstrong yet resourceful and insightful warrior, also named Link. The journals also told that after two weeks after his glorious return from a clash with evil, they were wed. In great detail, there was much told of how loving the warrior was, both in and out of the sleeping chamber. She grinned in spite of herself, knowing that the Link that she knew of was like the Heroes that her past namesakes had told of in the bed chamber: caring, energetic and gentle. The journals also told of the family that they had created, the many children, as well as the prosperity and peace that Hyrule had so enjoyed. They also told of how the Hero in each respective time would always fall from an unnatural cause, one which had to do with the Triforce birthmark on the back of his right hand.

"Zelda…" the harsh whisper called out to her again.

She shook her head, clearing herself of her reverie. Quickly, she rang the pull-bell in her quarters, and before she could ring it a second time, a maid had opened the door.

"What is it you request of me, Your Highness?" the maid asked quickly, trying hard to stifle a yawn.

"Please, Zala, help me dress," Zelda ordered gently.

"At this time of night, my lady?"

Zelda nodded. "Yes, Zala. After you help me, summon four warriors and have the working stable hands to have six horses ready. I cannot explain right now as to the urgency, but I must proceed to the Eastern Shores as soon as possible." She rose gently from her bed. "And you are to come."

Zala was nobody’s fool. She knew that once Zelda had something in her mind, she would stick to it. "As you wish, Princess."

*****

The rhythmic thudding of the horses was immediately muted as Zelda, Zala, and their four-warrior vanguard entered the beach, loose sand under the powerful hooves instead of steady, rough soil.

"Zelda…" the ghastly voice called in her head again. She suddenly felt lightheaded and at the same time, her temples began to throb with pain. She felt herself becoming short of breath, and her chest begging for air.

"Stop immediately!" Zala replied. Immediately, she disembarked from her horse and ran to the troubled Princess. "Princess Zelda!" The princess slipped off the side of her ebon horse, right into Zala’s arms, to the comfort and relief of the warriors.

Zelda suddenly coughed, and Zala was at a loss for words. Seawater, she thought. She has not even gone close to the ocean, and yet she coughs up seawater. Blood drained from her face as the pieces fell together. Link has returned, and he is in dire straits. She turned to two of the warriors.

"You two, take the Princess and hurry back to the castle! Wake the doctor and have him tend to her immediately. He will soon have another one like the Princess to aid. Hurry!" Fighting the urge to fall asleep on their steeds, they disembarked, took the unconscious maiden on one horse, and the two bolted away, the thudding of the horses’ feet like distant thunderclaps in her ears.

"And us, Maid Zala?"

Zala quickly turned to the two remaining knights. "Leave your horses here. The Hero has returned," she replied. Before giving the warriors a chance to get off their horses, she ran across the beach, sand slipping into her sandals.

She remembered vividly the volumes of the journals that she had read with the Princess. What struck her was the coincidences with each princess with the name Zelda. Whenever her Hero was in somewhat close proximity and in danger of losing his life, she too would experience his pain and suffering. Every princess that bore the name Zelda was empathetic to the Hero when they were close together, sharing his pleasure or pain. She ran like the wind, not knowing where her legs and feet would take her.

"Where is the Hero?" asked the two warriors, who swiftly rejoined her in her sprint despite their heavy armour.

"I know not where the Hero lies on the edge of death," Zala replied. "Although the Triforce will lead me to him." If that did not convey the message to the warriors that the conversation was over and the search must go on, her bolting ahead of the warriors was. They were not valuable to her at the moment. The Hero was of her concern, her utmost concern.

"Why is it that she must feel his pain and suffering whenever a battle rages and she is at the castle?" Zala asked herself, panting. "Yes, it is of legend, but it seems illogical."

"It is because their lives are intertwined," a voice replied with a violent rush of wind, as if forcing her away. "They are the knight and maiden of Hyrulean prophecy. The Hylians, the ancient inhabitants of Hyrule, have willed it to be so. When the Hero passes, the one he loves will as well no more than six days later."

Despite the strong winds and the budding urge to discover who was talking to her, she continued to run, still conversing with the wind. "Six days? It is as in the diaries."

"It all connects to Hyrulean legend. There were seven knights destined to protect the princess against any evil. Six died, and the final one lived, though his only injury was being pierced in the right hand, with the great evil’s weapon, a three pronged fork, with the points arranged like those of a triangle," the strong voice told her. "Enough of the past. The Hero of this age has returned. Continue to step forward, for his unconscious body lies ahead."

The obvious question popped into Zala’s head. "Who are you?" she called out.

"I am a comrade of the Hero, and I am highly honoured to have encountered him," answered the voice. It was immediately followed by the rush of yet another violent wind, and then the medium-pitched call of a whale. "I am called the Wind Fish. I have felt that the Hero’s home is once again in great peril, and he has risked asking me to return him. I have onedoned a tempest, and watched to make sure that he indeed has returned."

Zala was aghast, for in her childhood, the stories of the Wind Fish was merely that, a story which dates back to the time of the Hylia. Looking ahead, she saw an unconscious body lying on the wet sand, the water wrapped around his shins. He was lying on his stomach, his head was tilted to one side.

"I thank you for bringing our Hero home to us, Great Being of the Skies," Zala called out, tears of joy in her eyes as she gazed up at the dark skies and saw the dim outline of a whale amongst the stars.

There was yet another whale call, louder and longer, followed by a gentle breeze. "His life and mine have been crossed. It will stay so until the next Hero comes to your land." As if it had never been there, the Wind Fish disappeared.

The two knights, though long winded, finally caught up to her to see her kneeling on the dark, soaked sands holding a young man’s head on her knees.

"Madam Zala!" one of the warriors cried out. "What happened? Who were you talking to?"

"The Wind Fish has guided the Hero home," she said in a trance-like state.

One warrior chortled. "The Wind Fish? It is nothing but a child’s story."

Zala immediately snapped from her trance and turned to the warriors. "Enough of this! Both of you, help me bring the Hero back to Castle Hyrule! He does not have much time!"

*****

The castle gates closed behind Zala and the two knights. Rain began to pour softly over Hyrule, glazing the land with a fine sheen of water. Thunder crashed as the unconscious young man was brought before the doctor.

"He’s swallowed a lot of salt water," the short, pudgy man replied. "Although it’s a good thing you brought him back here just in time." He left Link’s prone body and proceeded to a low shelf with a corked bottle. In it was a potion the shade of royal blue.

"How long before we can bring him to his chamber?"

"Just a moment, just a moment," the short man said, sounding annoyed.

"Wait," one of the warriors said. "What is of the Princess?"

"The Princess?" the doctor asked as he gently administered the potion, forcing Link to take some of the blue liquid. "Do not worry about her. She is as strong as this one. She woke up shortly after I gave her some of this potion, and I had her sent to bed immediately. One of the warriors that had brought her back informed her of what has happened." The doctor smiled as the potion began to take effect. Link’s chest started to move up and down at an even pace. "A few hours of rest ought to do him good." He turned to the two knights and the Princess’ servant. "Madam Zala, have these two warriors bring him to the Princess. I have read much of the journals of the past, much to the Princess’ recommendation. If what I think is true, then their being together through the night will be mutually beneficial for them both."

"Yes," Zala concurred. "Warriors," she ordered gently. "Bring the Hero to the Princess."

"As you command, Madam Zala," the warriors replied as they took the handles of the stretcher that Link was laid on.

*****

Zelda slept comfortably, though alone. She knew in her mind, in her heart, and now, her body, that Link was safely rescued and revived. She was amazed that this had happened to her previous namesakes. She felt a wave of warmth, then what seemed like a cool breeze, flow through her body. She knew what it was. She had felt that exact same sensation not an hour ago. The doctor had administered the same potion to Link as she had taken when she had fallen unconscious. She felt Link’s heartbeat in time with hers, though his was always a more distant, almost muted, sound. She sighed contentedly as the rains outside brought a cool breeze into her chamber. She did not hear the door open, nor did she feel any torchlight touch her over the sheets. She turned around in her bed as a dream of Link came to her. She smiled in her sleep as she dreamt of them taking a stroll on the beach at night, as they did before he left Hyrule…

***Begin Flashback***

…The waves were crashing against the shore gently, the full moon was in plain view and could be seen from anywhere in Hyrule. A lone seagull squawked as it flew away from them.

"Zelda, we’ve known each other for three years. I am your most loyal subject in all the land. I am your protector…"

"Indeed you are, love," she said gently.

"I’m also yours," he whispered. She smiled at his remark. "I may belong to Hyrule, Zelda, but I belong to you, only you. Nothing can ever change that."

"Then I should put you under lock and key and keep you to myself," she said, a devilish look in her eyes. "Because the way the many young women look at you, I fear that my ownership of you may become void."

Link laughed gently. Then he turned to her and gently laid his hands at her hips. "The only lock you need to keep me with your is your embrace. The key," he continued, "I have yet to give." He suddenly laid his lips on hers, and she felt a jolt of electricity course through her body and wracked her nerves. As his mouth opened and closed rhythmically, she followed, keeping in his rhythm. His tongue slowly brushed against her lips, and her legs suddenly felt weak. His fingertips traced lines along her thighs, and her legs grew weaker. As they left her legs and touched the skin of her back, she felt like her insides would just burst from inside her. Soon, his tongue began to invade her mouth, exploring it and caressing it. She fought back, brushing her tongue against his. Of their own will, their tongues entwined, the other beginning where one ended. His fingertips continued to tease her back, and as they traveled up to the back of her neck, she let out a low moan. Reluctantly, Link parted his lips.

"Would your kiss be the said key, Link?"

He nodded. "Shall we retreat to the castle, my love?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No, Link. You will be overseas as of tomorrow afton. on. I should think that while you are on your voyage, the salty scent of the ocean and the rolling waves will bring pain and yearning for me. No, Link. We shall not return to the castle yet." She put a single gently clasped fist on her chest, then looked away momentarily. "While you are gone, I want the scent and the sight of the sea to bring me joyful memories of the one I love.

"No, Link," she said once again. "I will not return to the castle while the moon still hangs high. I want you to love me here, Link, so that I may be reminded of your love for me, and tyou you will return to my arms when you have come back from your voyage." With but a solemn nod and a comforting smile, they went to the horses, which were setn a n a few meters from the beach. Link reached the snowy white horse that belonged to him and took a large blanket from one of the satchel packs on the side of the saddle. She smiled at him lgly,gly, and he smiled in return as they returned once again to the beach. She helped him lay it out, and he anchored the corners of the blankets with rocks so the wind would not toss it away. He walked up to her and kissed her. She received his lips, even as he began to lift her into his arms. He gently laid her on the large Triforce on the center of the blanket, and laid down over her. He kissed her again, this time immediately bringing his tongue into her mouth. Once again, she forced his tongue to entwine with hers as she slowly ran her fingers through his dark brown hair, taking his cap in her gloved hand and tossing it aside.

He kissed the bare and sensitive flesh on the side of her neck, and she moaned almost inaudibly. His lips went a little lower, kissing her collar as he slipped the silk forearm-length glove from her left arm. As her glove joined his cap on a corner of the blanket, she slipped her bare hand under his green short-sleeved top and brown long-sleeved shirt. Taking that as a signal, he slipped his shirt and top off, and she ran her hand along his chest. With a smile, he undid the latch of her bareback red dress on the back of her neck, and slowly, gently, he slipped the dress off her. He gently laid it where her glove and his cap lay, and she tossed the other glove away as he turned back to her. Once more, he kissed her on her lips, letting his tongue brush against them one more time before kissing her chin and down her throat. His lips soon touched her bare chest just above the lace brassiere covering her breasts, which was hot to the touch. She whimpered lightly as she ran her hands through his shoulder-length brown hair. Her breath quickened as he unclipped her bra and gazed upon her breasts. Their rosy peaks were at their zenith, and he gently let his hands graze against them.

Her whimper turned to a low, moan of pleasure as her hands ventured from his chest down to his pants. She easily slid the belt off and tossed his pants aside, along with the rest of their clothes. She gazed into his sapphire eyes, not wanting this moment to end. He smiled lovingly, and once again resumed kissing her chest. Slowly, passionately, he kissed his way down to the valley between her breasts, stopping there and gently caressed them with his mouth, as if to savour the very moment they had together. Her breathing grew faster and she felt as if a something inside her was about to explode. Link continued his sweet kisses, brushing his lips ever so slightly on her skin, below her breasts, and down her stomach. He stopped at her navel and kissed her once more. He gazed up at her, squirming under him with delight and ecstasy.

"Please…" she said, her voice raspy and faint. "…Link…"

He moved upward to lie down beside her. As she turned on her side to face him, she felt her thigh brush against his erect manhood. She giggled inwardly. It was not the first time she had brushed against him like that, but she felt somewhat childish and inexperienced whenever she felt him or noticed him in his current state.

"Are you all right, Zelda?" he asked her.

She nodded. "Yes, Link," she replied. Her hand touched his face, and he closed his eyes to savour her touch.

"You are very beautiful, Princess," he said out of the blue, moving a lock of her straw-blonde hair away from her face. "I am glad to know you, to spend time with you." He put his hand on her bare hip. "To love you."

"May I ask something of you, Link?" she asked awkwardly.

Link nodded solemnly. "Your wish is my command, love."

"Link…" she began awkwardly. "Will you kiss me?"

"If you insist," Link said, moving his face closer to hers.

"No, Link," she said suddenly. "Not here."

It was Link’s turn tund und awkward. "What do you mean?"

She answered him by taking his hand from her hip. She laid his hand on her stomach, just below her navel. "Down here, love."

"Only if you are sure of it, Zelda," he answered gently.

"It is not an easy thing for me to ask, Link," she replied, a breeze fluttering softly along her skin. "I…I felt that something…new from our usual sensual endeavours would keep me in constant thought of you until your return."

Link simply looked at her, who looked down from him, ashamed to have asked him something that seemed almost dirty and taboo. "Only if you request it of me, Zelda." He lifted her chin, gently forcing her to gaze into his smiling face. "I live to serve, my Princess."

"Oh, Link," she said warmly. She hugged him gently and a single tear broke free from her eye. "I thank you."

"No thanks are needed," Link replied as he put a finger to her lips. He took his finger away from her lips and kissed her gently. Once again, he ventured lower, gently caressing and kissing her breasts with utmost care and gentleness.

"Link…" she gasped.

He left her chest and ventured lower, once again reaching her flat stomach. His hands touched her soft skin, sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through her body. As if unsure himself, he stopped just below her navel but over the golden hairs covering her most feminine area.

I share your concern, he thought. Of royal blood you may be, and a knight I may be, but here, by ourselves, Zelda, all ranks and titles are thrown aside. They are but other articles of clothing torn away. We are merely people, lovers. There is nothing wrong with your request.

If only I could share your feelings, my love, he heard Zelda say in his mind. It was the empathetic bond shared between them that enabled them to speak in each other’s minds. I could not help but feel unsure of myself. Please, Link, go further, before I regret my request.

Link did not answer her; he thought it best not to. He never saw Zelda like this, afraid and yet adventurous. I must shake away these feelings of shame that she brings upon herself, he thought. Without another thought, he moved to her feminine place.

Zelda was confused and afraid, both for herself and her lover. She felt her insides tighten with anticipation and intensity. She felt his lips kiss her thighs, and soon she felt them touch the doorway to her inner sanctum. At first, he was unsure, simply letting small kisses flutter around her. Soon, his tongue probed deep into her, and she arched her back, overcome with the intensity that welled up within her. She let out a low moan as Link continued to let his tongue roam freely inside her.

"Link!" she gasped as all the muscles in her body tensed up, and suddenly relaxed, leaving her enervated and moist at her most private spot.

Link lifted his head from between her legs and looked at her with concern. "Zelda?"

Zelda was panting, but she managed to open her eyes and stare at him with a smile. "I’m all right, love," she said with an exhausted sigh. She pulled his face up to hers and kissed him gently. She pulled her lips free from his. "Go on now, love. Before we part…"

Link smiled at her comfortingly. "As you wish," he said again…

***End Flashback***

She sighed. That night was the last night they had made love before he set off on his voyage. She could not wait until morning to meet him, but she knew he needed his rest. She turned around in her sleep once more. Her arm wrapped itself around a warm body. Surprised, she shot awake. Gazing at the figure sleeping at her bedside, her heart warmed immediately. Link was sleeping gently, his bare chest rising and falling at an even pace. She heard him breath silently. Without waking him, she gently laid her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. She got up suddenly, only to plant a gentle kiss on his chest. She shifted over to his ear.

"Sleep well, love," she whispered to him. "For tomorrow, there will be much celebration. And in the evening," she continued, "I can truly welcome you home."

I look forward to the rising of the sun, she heard a voice convey to him in her mind. It was Link’s voice. Her heart leapt to her it. For now, love, we both need rest. Cry no further, my Princess. Lay your head once more on my chest and sleep. May your dreams be restful and happy.

She listened to Link’s voice, and once again she gently laid her head on his chest. She drifted into a happy, peaceful, restful sleep as the rain stopped.

--Fin

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