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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"By all means, for all the sins he had ever committed, his personal afterlife should have been full of fire and pain—a torture chamber where he could burn and suffer for his crimes forever and ever. Surely he deserved a place among the demon-sons of the Goddess Haika, who had almost destroyed the Golden Land her Sisters had built with their own hands. Perhaps a place among the cursed ones, the Twili? Well, they had tried span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"that /spanonce, but a good God always finds his Vessel. Even the prison that held the shadow people for centuries could not hold him. All he had needed was a single, dim-witted lackey./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Quickly, the Princess summarized her early-morning visions. The mention of a primordial, malevolent entity awakening caused Link's eyes to widen in surprise. "Do you mean Ganondorf?" he asked when she fell silent./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"On the sixth day of the new year, a shiver runs through the circle. For the briefest of seconds, everything regains its stillness. There is no second warning. A tumultuous upheaval begins. In the space of seven minutes, a vast, gaping hole opens in the earth like a yawning mouth, taking half of the obelisks with it. Looking into this pit would be like peering into the deepest, maddest abyss in hell./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She felt the deaths, every single one of them. Each one was like a knife blade to the heart, a sick and bitter twist as the doomed nomads breathed their last beneath suffocating blankets of dirt and dust. With tears streaming down her cheeks, the Princess of Hyrule flailed around in her deep bed. There was a terrible pressure against her chest, and she could span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"feel /spanher ribs cracking, curling around her vulnerable lungs and heart, compressed almost to the point of shattering—/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Sunrise, sunset. What was the difference? They looked the same, two sides of the same coin. Shivering, Zelda tied a robe around her frame. She had experienced enough light and shadows to last a lifetime./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"By all means, for all the sins he had ever committed, his personal afterlife should have been full of fire and pain—a torture chamber where he could burn and suffer for his crimes forever and ever. Surely he deserved a place among the demon-sons of the Goddess Haika, who had almost destroyed the Golden Land her Sisters had built with their own hands. Perhaps a place among the cursed ones, the Twili? Well, they had tried span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"that /spanonce, but a good God always finds his Vessel. Even the prison that held the shadow people for centuries could not hold him. All he had needed was a single, dim-witted lackey./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Quickly, the Princess summarized her early-morning visions. The mention of a primordial, malevolent entity awakening caused Link's eyes to widen in surprise. "Do you mean Ganondorf?" he asked when she fell silent./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Hmm." He fell silent a moment, looking down at the dirt on his boots. He had tracked it through the castle, of course, never thinking for a moment about the filth he inflicted upon the civilized folk. At last, he looked up, bright eyes thoughtful. "Should I check on his body?"/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Over the last year, the pair had learned much about the mysterious relic that connected them, spoken of in legends all seeming to revolve around a mysterious boy in green garb. They had come to acknowledge its cyclic nature. Everything came around time and time again, like the seasons or the centuries. Surely it was folly to believe Ganondorf could so easily drop out of the circle of destiny, but Link span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"wanted /spanto believe it, damn it. He span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"wanted /spanto believe he would never again have a close brush with the monster. He had so narrowly escaped death the first time! Another battle might actually kill him, or worse, cut out his soul and leave him to wander the fields as an unhappy spirit forever, unfulfilled and restless./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stop that," she ordered. Oh, thank the Gods, a little liveliness. "I hate that."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He chuckled as he bent over her hands to gently kiss them. "As you wish."/p