The race to save Hilda is on! Enjoy~


Three days had passed when she finally crossed the border.

Labrynna had taken the longest. She'd been forced to take a rest after her horse had nearly broken his leg on a rocky forest path. At one point, the road had bordered a towering canyon, and she'd had to dismount and lead him along the path. Every time small pieces of shale tumbled down the side her heart had leapt into her throat. She'd breathed a sigh of relief once they'd exited the canyon.

Now, about three miles into Lorule, her heart was less at ease than ever. She flew past towns, merely burned out husks of what once were lively communities. There wasn't a soul to be found, either human or monstrous. It put her off, but even that wasn't what wouldn't let her rest, not until she reached the castle.

It was the silence.

No birds sang. No chitters of creatures in the woods lining the road. Even the wind was still; it was as if the very earth held its breath. Waiting.

Zelda focused on keeping her breath steady and her sword ready. She couldn't afford to be surprised by any stray monsters.

A couple hours passed like this before the road opened out of the woods, and the walls of the city appeared. She spurred her horse faster, and the closer she got, the more clear the damage became.

Smoke hung thick in the air. Corpses littered the ground, crude swords left in their backs, their blood staining the rubble they sprawled across. Some were staked to the walls, others lay in piles, as if the monsters had attempted to clean their grisly mess, then abandoned it halfway.

All were dead.

The creak of rope drew her attention to the tree lined road. Bile rose in her throat.

She turned her face from the bodies swaying softly and galloped through the wide-open gates. Once a brilliant gold, they were now stained red. One hung from its hinges, creaking eerily.

Zelda slowed her pace, searching the huge courtyard for any familiar faces. Hoping she'd find none.

A sharp caw made her jump in her saddle; heart racing, she turned and saw several crows hopping among the corpses, pecking curiously. She swallowed. A murder of crows. How fitting.

She neared the central fountain, where a statue of the ancient hero stood proud. Originally carved of brilliant white stone, the Hero of Worlds was bathed in red blood. Flies buzzed around him, around the sword he pointed to the sky.

It was at the base of the fountain that Zelda leapt off her stallion's back and fell to her knees. The slim figure, broken glasses, and book he perpetually carried with him were unmistakable.

Osfala was dead.

Hot liquid fell down her cheeks as she clutched his limp body to her chest, uncaring of the blood that stained her clothes. They'd torn him open from navel to sternum, leaving his insides to spill over the stones. Flies were already making a feast of him.

Zelda sobbed and set him back down gently, closing his eyes. Standing, she searched each face she came across, desperate for them to remain unrecognizable. No one else. Please, let there be no one else . . .

Of course, it could never be. As she stepped over the body of a child, throat cut savagely, she spotted her.

Hilda.

She couldn't stop the scream from ripping through her throat; stumbling over rocks of the broken fountain, she collapsed at Hilda's side and lifted her. Her head hung at an unnatural angle—almost severed completely. Her eyes were wide and shocked, as if she still couldn't believe she was dead, even as Zelda held her lifeless body.

And she was cold. That was, perhaps, the worst part. Her skin was ice-cold, devoid of life and warmth as it had been the last time Zelda had seen her. She remembered the way she'd looked, that day in the pavilion during the Summit. Lively, happy, and the way she looked at Ravio . . .

Zelda pressed her forehead to her friend's, trembling. Why? She wanted to scream. Why was Ganondorf doing this? What could possibly drive him—

A dark laugh echoed in the silent courtyard. But it wasn't Ganondorf's. She would recognize that laugh anywhere. This . . . this was softer. Somehow more sinister, because who would have expected it here, and now?

Zelda raised her head and met the grinning face of Yuga.


Zelda stared at him, her mind going blank. Yuga? Why was Yuga here? Why . . .

Why is he still alive?

The answer came slowly and hesitantly while Yuga spoke. "I'm surprised you made it here so quickly, Empress. I'd have thought the . . . unfortunate circumstances in Hyrule would have kept you away."

He climbed down from the pile of rubble, his dark robes flapping softly. "I almost wish you had gotten here sooner, so you could have seen her face. She'd suspected me, you see, of trying to steal her crown. She locked herself away, and even kicked that buffoon Ravio out of her service. She drank herself into oblivion some nights, leaving her and her queendom open. But her crown was not what I wanted at all."

"I wanted a new world," Yuga said softly, gazing down at Hilda's body. "I wanted to see what it would look like after he was done with it--when he was king."

"Free to kill," Yuga whispered, his red eyes meeting Zelda's. She began shaking--with fear, rage, or agony, she couldn't tell. "Free to steal, to pillage, to do whatever I wish. One condition, he told me. Do this one thing, and I shall have it all."

He spread his hands. "Now, that world is upon us! The King of Evil has risen again, and he shall deliver a new power, one that has been lost for ages! And the fool in your lap never saw it coming!"

The King of Evil has risen. Slowly, gently, Zelda set her friend down and stood, limbs trembling so hard she thought she might crumble. She met Yuga's mad eyes and opened her mouth.

"Not if I can help it."

Blood spurted from Yuga's side as a spear punched through. He froze, still in his manic pose, his smile frozen, and a face appeared behind his, tear-streaked and filled with calm fury.

"Now die, bastard."

The spear ripped back through, splattering blood all over. Some landed on Zelda's shocked face. Yuga wavered for a split-second, then toppled forward. He landed with a wet crunch on the ground at Zelda's feet. Blood pooled beneath him.

Zelda was already carrying Hilda's body to Ravio. He met her halfway, his face the picture of heartbreak. Her own heart shattered as he took his love from her, cradling her body in his arms.

"No, no please, don't take her," he sobbed, his voice a broken whisper. He cupped Hilda's cold face. "Don't take her from me . . . not now . . ."

Zelda felt numb as she watched tears slip down Ravio's face. Her own eyes burned. How could anyone do this? What kind of monster would believe in a world like this one?

Falling rubble sounded from the direction Yuga had appeared, and Zelda began to draw her sword before she recognized the golden-brown hair, the soiled and stained captain's uniform.

Link reached them just in time to catch Zelda as her knees gave out. He'd taken the whole scene in, and now clutched Zelda to his chest. He was the only thing holding her up at this point. Her body trembled, and tiny whimpers sometimes broke through her lips. Her face was bone white.

Bloody Goddesses, he thought, grinding his teeth.

As much as he wished it could wait, he had to speak. They couldn't linger. If Yuga had still been around, there could be other, worse things, lurking in the ruins.

He gently tugged on a lock of Zelda's hair, prompting her to look at him. She read the message in his eyes, and after a moment in which he saw every bit of agony and regret in her own gaze, she nodded. She took a deep breath, tapping into that steel core of hers in that way she had, and Link relinquished his hold.

Swallowing hard, Zelda stepped toward Ravio. "Ravio--"

"I'm not leaving her!"

She was lost for a moment; she couldn't force him to abandon Hilda, and she'd hate herself for it besides. Floundering, she eventually tried to speak again. But the voice that broke that awful silence wasn't hers.

"We might be able to save her."

Zelda's eyes widened. Turning, she found Link watching the scene, his eyes dark and sad. "It's a chance," he said quietly. "But we have to hurry."


Zelda would rather have faced a hundred Yugas than the waiting.

She paced the clearing for the--how many passes was this? 30th? Hundredth? She was sure she was wearing a path into the grass. Ravio clutched Hilda to him in a mossy patch, cleaning her bloody death-wound with wet leaves and grass. Zelda glanced at them as she turned again; his tears had dried, and now a look of determination lay in his eyes, mingling with a trace of fear. She knew the question was there, in his mind, because it was tormenting Zelda.

What if it doesn't work?

Link's words bounced off the walls of Zelda's head.

There's a small forest on the border, between Hyrule and Termina. It's rumored to have once been the home of the Hero of Time. The legends say a special race lived there--they never aged, and they each had companions with them, always.

Fairies. The only thing that could restore Hilda's life, and they were as hard to find as fireflies in broad daylight. Forget catching them.

Zelda tried not to be so pessimistic. Her stomach roiled, churning with the fear that Link wouldn't be able to find one. It was said that only the Hero of Time was able to travel safely into those woods, despite not being one of its people. And the Hero of Twilight was a descendant of that ancient hero. So, by extension, Link himself should be safe.

At least, that was his reasoning before he dove into the trees, leaving Zelda to slowly lose her mind in a tiny clearing, right on the edge of the forest. She picked apart his story as she paced, shredding it into fine strips for her brain to overanalyze.

Never mind that that bloodline was probably so diluted his "relation" to the hero wouldn't even register. Never mind that the Kokiri Forest was impossible to get to, without first finding your way through the Lost Woods. Never mind that a part of those Lost Woods led to an ancient temple, deep in the forest, and guarded by moblins.

Sometimes she hated herself for all her research. It gave her imagination entirely too much to work with.

Zelda swiped a large leaf from the ground and began stripping it, hardly noticing Ravio's eyes on her. He watched her mutter to herself, eyes narrowed as she tore apart the leaf. She's worried.

He pushed back his own terror and brushed Hilda's hair from her cold face. He'd closed her eyes; she looked far too grim with them open, and he tried not to look at her neck. He'd managed to clean most of the maggots out, though one or two appeared here and there. He felt bile rise in his throat and closed his eyes.

She's worried. We all are. But he'll come back. If anyone can find one, he can.

As if his thoughts were a call, foliage shuffled, and Link appeared. Zelda whirled. Dirt smudged his face, his once-pristine uniform was covered in blood and green stains, and a bruise was coloring his shoulder purple, exposed from where his jacket was torn by . . .

"Are those claw marks?" Zelda demanded, stomping forward. Link didn't answer, just held out his hands with a breathless smile, which until then no one had noticed were cupped in a bowl shape. Zelda stopped short, her blue eyes falling to his hands. A short breath burst from between her lips.

From where they stood, a tiny sound reached Ravio's ears. It came slowly, hesitantly. It was like the tinkling of bells--or perhaps it was the clink of fine china? Or . . . birdsong in the early, misted dawn. He couldn't decipher it. It struck a chord in him as he listened, and it seemed the rest of the forest quieted as well, if only just to listen to that song. It settled the turmoil in him, cast a blanket of peace over his heart. As if to say, It's all right now. It was the most lovely sound.

Glancing at Zelda, he found her lips had parted, and she was staring at her love's hands as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She met Link's gaze. "Is it . . . ?"

He just smiled and went to kneel at Hilda's side. Zelda followed on his heels, determined to see the whole thing. He opened his hands over Hilda's chest, and a ball of light, no bigger than her fist, flitted out. The tinkling grew, and bits of glittering dust fell in its wake. The fairy hovered over Hilda's body before flying around her, faster and faster until it disappeared in a poof of dust, right at the crown of Hilda's head.

If Zelda had blinked, she'd have missed it. But she'd never forget the sight before her now. As soon as the fairy faded, Hilda's face lost its horrid paleness. Color returned to her cheeks as the death-mask faded, her skin warmed beneath Zelda's hands, and her eyelids fluttered.

And then her chest began to rise.


Ravio cried out and flung his arms around her neck, his shoulders trembling. Hilda blinked open red eyes owlishly, her arms remaining at her side. She turned her head slowly, seeing Link and Zelda watching her, faces slack. Zelda blinked.

Tears scalded her eyes. "You're alive," she whispered, hardly able to believe it. "You . . . you're really . . ."

"So it seems."

Hoarse laughter burst from Zelda's throat. At least death hadn't taken her friend's sense of humor. She raised a trembling hand to Hilda's cheek, as if to make sure. Her skin was warm, full of the life that had been taken so easily.

She truly was alive.

Zelda sobbed and pulled Hilda to her gently, despite the fact that all that remained of her death wound was a slim, white line across her throat.

"As much as I appreciate this, I cannot breathe."

Sheepishly, both Zelda and Ravio pulled back. As Hilda turned to him, he lost his jovial expression and turned his face away. "A-apologies, Your Majesty. I disobeyed your orders and returned to your side. If," and here his voice hitched, "if you wish me to leave again, I--"

"To hell with my orders."

Ravio had time to blink once before Hilda seized the front of his cloak and yanked him towards her. Zelda faced away, retreating a few inches. "Is this how the others feel when they're around us?" she murmured.

She was rewarded with a soft kiss to her temple. "I'm sure they feel worse, actually," he replied, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

Hilda's quiet voice drew them back to the present. "How about this," the Queen of Lorule was saying to a dazed Ravio. "I order you to never leave my side again."

"I think I can accept those orders," came his reply, hoarse and breathy. Zelda chuckled to herself as her friends composed themselves. "What happened to Yuga?" Hilda asked. "Last I remember . . ."

Ravio slid his hand into hers, and she clutched it tightly. Zelda noted the sudden paleness on his face and answered for him. "I killed him. He was overconfident; he never expected a spear from behind."

Hilda nodded, though Zelda knew she hadn't missed the way Ravio's hand had tightened around hers. They need time, she thought. And space. We should get moving to the resistance. Which reminded her . . .

She glanced at Link uncertainly. "How do we get out of here? We're practically within Ganondorf's grasp."

Link grimaced. "There's always how we got here . . . but with Hilda, I'm not sure he can manage all that weight."

Hilda cocked her head. "How we got here? Where are we?"

Zelda turned her face away, crossing her arms, ignoring Link's insufferable smile. "Would you like to meet him?"


Ravio clapped a hand over Hilda's mouth, muffling her scream. She scrambled back, eliciting a "hmph" from the Shadow Beast. Zelda and Link exchanged a glance, grinning. The first time she'd seen it, it had taken all her concentration not to scream. And then Link had nudged her forward, and she'd felt its beak. Felt the warmth, the life in it.

Now, Link slipped a hand around her waist and pulled her in. His lips were warm, and after everything, the chaos and pain of the last three days, it brought tears to her eyes. She held him to her with a hand on his neck, until he pulled away. "I remember when you rode the Beast for the first time," he murmured, smiling. She snorted. "It's less 'rode' and more 'carried', if you remember correctly."

He laughed and kissed her again.

"Zelda?"

She and Link broke away as Hilda approached, her brow creasing. "That . . . what did you call it? Shadow Beast? He's quite amazing, but it still leaves the question: how are we getting out of here?"

A few feet away, their horses were tied to the old trees in the clearing. Her stallion tossed his head, as if saying he was tired of being strapped to this tree. She untied him and let him graze for a few moments, thinking.

"I think the Shadow Beast can handle two riders at once, but . . ." She glanced at Ravio uncertainly. He'd been . . . less than enthusiastic before, and she doubted he'd be willing to ride alone again. Even if Hilda was with him. But he couldn't ride a horse, either. It wasn't as if they really had a choice, she supposed.

"Hilda and Ravio, you'll ride the Shadow Beast. He won't go as fast, but you'll still need to hang on tight. Link and I will ride below and lead you to the resistance."


It took them the rest of the day to reach it; the Kokiri Forest was close to the castle, only about thirty miles away. They kept to the edge of the river and cut between Ordon and Lurelin, keeping away from the central Fields. The Shadow Beast kept close to the clouds--Zelda was sure its riders appreciated that--but when the Domain came in sight, it began to lower.

As they approached the Domain, the land became more lush, more green. The grass was greener and longer, the road harder to distinguish. It was littered with small rivers and streams. The ground wasn't marshy, but it was healthy and nourished, and full of life.

She stepped over a small pond filled with frogs, and snails glowed beneath the water. They had to lead their horses through this area as the ground didn't make good terrain for galloping. It rose and fell over natural hills, and at some points fell away into a shallow canyon, at the bottom of which, the Zora River rushed and sprayed.

Zelda peeked over the side a few times. Through the spray, she could faintly see the shine of metal beneath the water. So they've already begun the project, it seems, she thought, straightening. She allowed herself a small smile. I'm sure Mipha had them on their toes.

By the time they reached their destination, the road stretched into a long bridge that led directly into the Domain. The first time she'd been there, it had been lined with guards for Sidon's wedding. Music had been audible from all the way in the central chambers, and people had freely wandered the bridge and many aerial domes, held aloft by towering pillars. Far below, in Lake Hylia, the sides of the massive canyon were carved out for guest rooms, council rooms, and storage spaces. The lower the caves, the less they were used.

Now, the difference was startling. No music wavered over the air, no chatter of its inhabitants, no one walking along the bridges. Not even guards. The silence was deafening, and as Link's horse reared beside hers, and the Shadow Beast landed, Zelda felt fear grow in her heart.

The glittering blue gem of the south, Zora's Domain, was abandoned.


"It's definitely not abandoned."

Zelda let the tapestry fall and turned. Link stood in the middle of the room, shaking his head. He met her eyes. "Why would they put out a rumor that there was a resistance here, only to have it turn out fake? Why would they abandon their home in the first place? It doesn't make sense."

"Especially taking into consideration the caves," Hilda murmured. "Would they not have retreated there?"

"Perhaps they did," Zelda said, mind ticking. "Perhaps that's exactly what they did."

"Laruto is smart," Hilda added, glancing around. "She could have planted that rumor, knowing this would be a major target, and then sent everyone underground. That way, when the monsters came--"

"They would find it 'abandoned' and would leave," Zelda finished. She and Hilda shared a bright smile.

"But who's to say the monsters haven't made it here already?" Link inquired.

"Oh, they have. But it's as the Empress said. Once nothing worth killing was found, they simply went on their way."

All four whirled, blades ready, but it was unnecessary. An elegant woman wearing a pale blue pantsuit, dark hair pulled over a shoulder, emerged from the shadows, and Zelda felt a smile grow.

Queen Laruto returned it, the picture of elegance. "You and I both know," she said serenely, "that monsters are not all that bright."


"The monsters arrived two days past. They found the Domain abandoned, as you said, and promptly left. Though not after making an absolute mess of things."

Laruto's voice echoed down the spiraling passageway, sometimes drowned out by the waterfalls on the outside. She flipped her hair over a shoulder, a mildly disgusted look on her face. "Honestly, I don't know how Ganondorf tolerates those filthy things. They leave their garbage everywhere, and the smell. Goddesses."

Link and Zelda shared a grin. Laruto had wasted no time, bringing them all out of the Domain proper and leading them down the passages carved into the sides of the enormous canyon into which the Domain was built. Spiralled pillars of glowing blue stone supported the ceilings of paths above; as night approached, they glowed ever more brightly.

Lower and lower they went, until now she turned to the wall and pressed a hand to the stone. A small section sank in, and the wall--door--cracked at its seams and opened. As soon as they were all in, Laruto pulled the door shut once more.

"There are plenty like this throughout these paths, but I thought you might rather a shorter walk," she said, her heels clicking on the floor--which, Zelda noticed, was made of tile. Not hewn rock. Torches set in the walls lit their way. "The resistance is a ways down, and you look like you all could use a rest."

"You can say that again," the four said in unison. Laruto laughed softly.

"I thought so."

Zelda was content to walk in peace, but her mind wasn't. She jerked as she remembered what they'd left behind, before the mad rush to save Hilda. "Did the caravan ever make it? We were traveling with a group of people originally, but we got split up."

Laruto hmmed. "Yes, you will have to tell me about that once you're all settled. As for the caravan, yes, it has arrived."

Zelda let out a breath, searching for Link's hand. "And . . . any others? Before or after the caravan?"

Laruto glanced at her. "A few. A few others have arrived."

A nonanswer. She supposed she'd find out when she got there, so she let it drop. But almost immediately, another question took its place.

Zelda held her tongue between her teeth, hesitating, but decided to just ask. "Laruto, where are the princesses? I heard Mipha was along the river, and Lulu is in Great Bay, but . . . what about--"

"Ruto?" Zelda nodded. "Forgive the interruption, Empress, but Ruto is here. When we fled the Domain above, she insisted on bringing her materials with her. She spends most of her time in her room, reading."

Zelda resisted glancing at Link. "What, may I ask, is she reading about?"

Laruto's eyes flickered to her before facing forward. "I think it's better that she talk to you about it."

Answer enough. Zelda nodded to herself and instead focused on her surroundings. The walls were of smoothed rock, the floors tile, and ahead, if she really strained, she was sure she could hear people talking.

She got her answer when the passage opened up--into a scene of mad chaos, that is. They'd walked into an enormous cavern, filled to capacity with people running to and fro, papers flying, and everyone yelling.

As they stepped in, however, the mayhem died out. Laruto stepped aside, smiling, and revealed Zelda, Link and Hilda and Ravio. There was silence, and then a face appeared in the crowd.

His white hair was disheveled, his red eyes wide, and his face split into a huge grin upon seeing them.

Zelda rushed forward at the same time Ilayen did; he caught her up and spun her, and it was as if the silence holding the crowd back broke. They surged forward, a thousand questions in a hundred different voices. Ilayen set Zelda down, his hands on her arms, and Laruto slipped through the crowd and calmed them--at least enough for Zelda and Ilayen to speak.

She noticed the shadows under his eyes first. "No word?" she asked quietly.

He shook his head, chest hitching. "None. I have to believe she's still alive, but . . . every day that passes, and she still doesn't . . ."

Ilayen's voice broke, cracking Zelda's heart along with it. She seized his chin and made him look at her. "She will make it. She's alive, and she will find you."

His eyes were bright, but he nodded. "Yeah," he whispered, then, louder, "Yeah, she will. Thank you."

Zelda smiled, but at that moment, Laruto laid a hand on her shoulder.

She nodded at Zelda once, and retreated a few steps. Nodding gratefully, Zelda faced the crowd. "I know you all have questions. I have the answers. I'll provide them all as efficiently as I can, but I'd like to start with an apology."

She looked them each in their eyes, noting the differences. There were Gorons, with their muscled frames and chiseled features; there were Zoras, their pale skin contrasting with long dark hair; there were people of Kokiri descent, distinguishable by their light brown complexion and serene features. There were Hylians of every shape and size. They were different, each and every one of them. But one thing bound them all together, one thing that had brought them here, to this place, to this very moment.

Determination.

Zeda could see it in their postures, their crossed arms. The fires that lit their eyes. She spoke directly to those fires, to her people who had come together with no prompting from her--with nothing but a common goal. She spoke to them.

"I'm sorry."

Her words echoed in the silence, but she knew they were listening. "I was not there when you needed me. I let him take control, and bring this upon us all. But it was not my intention. It never was."

"I meant what I told you all when I returned, almost a year ago," she said, loud and clear. "I told you I would work for you, and that is what I've been doing, and what I will continue to do until I die. Whether it be by the sword, by the claw, or by his hand, I will promise you this, right here, right now: I will not go without a fight."

Her hands shook, and she let them see it. She wanted them to see what Ganondorf had done--to all of them, but to her personally. She wanted them to see her fear, and see that it would not be her undoing. Nor will it be theirs, she vowed. I will never let that happen.

Her words were met with silence once again, but she knew it was not borne of rejection. She could see it; when she looked in their eyes, saw those flames, she saw something else in their gazes, in their postures.

She saw pride.

It was enough.

Without a further word, she dove into the crowd, and it was as if it broke the spell on them. They melted back into a whirlwind, but instead of a chaotic, aimless mess, now it was organized mayhem. In the middle of the crowd, a large table was set up, the dark wood invisible beneath all the papers on it. Reports were brought to her from all angles--monsters were sighted in large groups in the Deku Scrublands, said to have originated from Ikana Canyon--and shouts for more were distinguished from the noise. At some point, food was set in front of her.

Zelda bit into a roll, hardly tasting it. "Ganondorf had several of these spawn sites across the empire," she said, finding a close circle of people around her. Considering that Laruto was among them, she guessed they had to be the ringleaders. "One such place was his estate in Gerudo. That's where I was when it began."

"You knew that he was breeding monsters?" a brawny Goron asked. He looked rather familiar, but she dismissed it. Zelda nodded. "He had a lab in his rooms, but they were all either still dead or asleep. I had no idea what they were for, and I never saw any others besides those."

"You didn't think to warn anyone?" he asked, accusation a fine note in his voice. Zelda met his gaze squarely, but another voice chimed in.

"What would you have had her do, Darunia? Accuse the former Advisor of something like breeding monsters?"

A girl with fiery red hair crossed her arms as well, matching Darunia's pose. "It's all too obvious now, but at the time, it would have been absurd to hear such a claim," Mipha went on. "And besides, monsters have been seen in the Empire for years now. Ganondorf's plan is long in the making; there was nothing Zelda could have done about it."

"And that's not taking into account the damage to her credibility."

Everyone froze at the voice that sounded, and once again, the noise died down. Zelda watched the boy across from her, watched his eyes widen, his chest hitch. Watched the disbelief and the joy and pain and fear of the past week crash down on him.

He rounded the table, legs shaky. He tripped on a chair leg, such as his gaze was focused solely on her. She was dirty and travel-worn, and blood stained her Advisor's pin, but she was here. She was alive.

She was alive.

And it was with a cry that echoed in Zelda's soul that Ilayen flung himself into Tetra's arms, burying his face in her neck. And that was how they stayed for a long, long while.


She lives.

Sometimes I hate writing tearjerker scenes because then I end up crying in the break room . . . Anyway.

REVIEW REPLIES:

To Ultimate blazer: Ganny better prepare his ass HAHA. And I could never understand why people called Ravio a coward, you're so right. He's precious honestly and I adore him. Ahhh I can't help it, my lil Zelink heart. And yess Tetra is mah girl :3

To Oracle of Hylia: see above lol again, I adore him, and Zelink!!! I almost choked on the fluff️ but have I any restraint? Y'all know the answer.

Hope you enjoy, thank you for reviewing, and stay safe from Corona!! Wash dem hands, and I'll see y'all Monday! Bye~