Author's Notes- And so here you have it- the final chapter. Please check out what I wrote at the end once you are done- particularly if you don't like the ending, as I will talk some about why I did what I did (I'd write more if I didn't feel like I was wasting your time!). Before you worry too much about that, though, please enjoy!


Chapter Ten

"You know the rest of the story," Link mumbled to the Princess Zelda in a mixture of exhaustion and sorrow. "I don't remember how long I was out there before I was found. It doesn't matter, anyways."

Zelda sat in contemplative stillness with her head bowed. When she looked up, her expression was nothing other than sadness. "How do you cope with it now?"

Link looked over to the ocarina resting on his nightstand. "I remind myself every day that I didn't actually kill anyone, since they were never real. Time has made it a little easier to digest... but the nagging thought never goes away."

"I'm not so sure," Zelda mused softly.

"About what?"

"That they weren't real."

Link squinted in both surprise and mild annoyance. "… Is that supposed to make me feel better? And how do you even imagine that?"

"Koholint certainly wasn't real in our world. But in the context of the dream… it seems real enough. Within its own context, I do think Marin and the others had some kind of… being. I recognize the name of the Wind Fish from my readings, Link. It is an ancient deity. Such creatures almost always have some form of power beyond our own. It would seem that one of the Wind Fish's is to build these other worlds."

"I still don't understand."

Zelda smile slightly, almost out of amusement. "You remember the Dark World, yes? What you saw there does not exist in our world, nor does what exists in our world exist there. Now, the Dark World appeared to be a reflection of what we saw in ours. The rules are perhaps different for Koholint, but they are not as dissimilar as you might think. I cannot even say for sure how you got there, but I am led to believe Koholint is more than just the dream itself, even if the dream be its origins."

"So I destroyed a real world with real people…"

"What is created cannot be so easily destroyed, Link. We do not know the status of that world. Maybe it is in stasis, ready to be reborn if the Wind Fish were to ever sleep again. What we do know, though, is that its memory is still in your heart. As long as it is there, there is always a potential for its return."

Link shook his head. "What do you mean?"

"I do not know about the Wind Fish granting wishes… but I do know that the Triforce of the Goddesses has the ability to grant one. And it is currently being guarded at Hyrule Castle."

Link bit his lip. "… Do you imagine that I haven't already thought of it? It's too dangerous. I've already used it once before. Using it again would be against the king's commands… which would probably lead to its fracturing."

"If I tell him your story, I'm sure an exception could be made."

"No, no…" Link had started off somewhat vehemently, but he adjusted his tone so as to not convey the wrong impression. "I know it would be a good thing to bring back Koholint. I do. But if I did it… it wouldn't just be for their good. It would be because I want it back so I can make up for my mistakes… so I could have Marin. It would be too selfish of a wish. The Triforce would be lost." Link pulled the covers on his bed farther up in resignation.

Zelda smiled again, this time more lovingly. "The Triforce deemed you the most courageous person in all of Hyrule. I'm not sure if you aren't the most wise, though. I understand what you are saying, Link." She stood up from her chair and sat by his side. To her surprise, Link reached for her hand and closed his eyes. Despite her confusion, she didn't stop him. Did he do it to be reminded of Marin, or did he want to reconcile with the princess?

Link began to speak with his eyes still shut. "Zelda… should I feel bad about my feelings for Marin? What I mean is… Koholint was created by the Wind Fish, but I also feel that it was somehow connected to me in some strange way. I say that because there were so many similarities between you and her. It makes me think that she was somehow based on my memory of you. It's as if I fell in love with your shadow."

"I actually considered the same possibility," Zelda replied coolly. "By that I mean that she was influenced by your ideal perception of me… in other words, you tried washing me of the parts you didn't like, namely my status." She then continued in a tone that sounded less wounded, "But wherever she came from, it doesn't mean you should treat her any less than the person she was. She lacked some of the polish I was raised with, and I'm not sure where the more cheery side of her personality originated. She wasn't simply a lesser version of me- she had her own identity inspired by me."

Link nodded, presumably in satisfaction. He had no inclination to talk, so Zelda took charge.

"Link… if Hyrule ever came under threat again… would you be ready to fight?"

The young man chuckled. "Actually, there was a time that I would have said no. I lost control and blamed my problems on people like you, accusing everyone of using me to do their pointless biddings. It was a foolish line of thinking. You called me because I was needed. I was projecting my experiences of being a 'hero' on Koholint to everything else I've done in my life… So no, I don't want to fight again. But if was needed… and I mean truly needed… Yes… Yes, I think I could."

"And that's why you shouldn't doubt who you are," Zelda assured with significant warmth. "In all the histories of Hyrule, I do not know of one hero of whom so much was asked. I truly believe the days of evil are behind us, at least for now."

Zelda quickly stood up, retrieved her helmet, and raised her hood.

"Expect to hear from me soon… Farewell, Link."


Zelda stood alone on a balcony of the castle, watching the horizon where the sun was about to begin its arc across the sky.

Agahnim…. Ganon… Onox… Veran… Twinrova… though they certainly offered Link a great challenge, they never threatened Link's resolve. While these other battles were fought against evil ruling the world, Link's adventure on Koholint had affected no one other than himself and the Wind Fish. Yet, it was this strange dream out on the open sea that represented Link's most impressive achievement. It had baited him with a chance to finally free himself from his duty as protector of Hyrule by giving him his first love, and it made him question what kind of person he actually was underneath all the glory of being "The Hero." Link's weak point was his heart, not his will to fight.

Yet, Link had overcome the Nightmares. He had reaffirmed his status as the Hero and had finally let go of any hopes for an idyllic life that might hold him back.

However, a vastly different conclusion could be just as easily reached from the same story. In a way, Link had nothing left to prove to anyone. He had willingly given up the people that meant the most to him; no greater action could be expected from Link. It had left him a broken man, and he deserved a chance to rest. Link had more than earned a happy ending.

Zelda continued in her thoughts as she began to pace the halls of the castle. She stopped when she came across a half-finished mural that was being engraved in the wall, which was to depict the battle against Agahnim and Ganon. Though only the outline was complete, she could make out the shapes of Link and Zelda standing together side by side. She put her hand against the cold stone.

Link had earned his happy ending, but Zelda wouldn't be a part of it. She couldn't. What the existence of Marin had made clear was that Link would never want to be with someone who would tie him to court life; he would find fulfillment from trampling over an exotic and mysterious island with the people he loved rather than being given assignments by someone speaking in a stoic voice. It made sense, actually. Link had come from a line of royal knights, but whatever wealth was in the family had long since been lost. He was born not far above the level of Marin and, having tasted the higher life, had decided he would rather stay where he was.

Zelda slapped the wall and shook her head. No, she was being too generous. She couldn't allow Link to just leave Hyrule. Who would rescue the land if Ganon were to return? It would be a foolish and impulsive decision.

There were better ways for Zelda to use her wish. She could bring prosperity to a beggar. She could heal a sick child. Almost anything would be better than fulfilling the fantasies of a soldier still in service. Besides, Link would eventually move on. Everyone had expected Link and Zelda to marry. They must have been right.

Except Zelda knew in her heart that they were wrong- at least in a sense. They weren't necessarily wrong in that the two would be together. In that regard, they were probably right. The pressure on Link from the entire country would be so great that he'd eventually relent. After all, what difference did it make who he married? It wouldn't be the woman he truly loved. Even if he were able to get over the questions about whether or not he had murdered Marin, he would be miserable with Zelda. Regardless of his actual sentiments towards the princess, he wouldn't want to suffer through the royal lifestyle.

Zelda grabbed her forehead once she realized what she had been thinking. She had momentarily considered forcing Link to marry her despite having the full ability of giving him the woman he loved and being able to set his mind at ease about his previous actions. Was that out of love… of wanting to be with him? Most certainly not. It was pure selfishness. If Zelda didn't touch the Triforce for Link, she'd never have a pure enough heart to use it for anyone else.

Zelda took a winding staircase down into the dungeon and approached the chamber at the very heart of the castle's foundation. Two guards stood at either side of the closed door with their spears interlocked to block entrance.

"Please step aside, soldiers," Zelda commanded emotionlessly.

"Sorry for inquiring, my Princess," one said. "But have you taken council with your father the King before entering this place? He recommended that he personally attend anyone who wished to enter."

Their words were irritating to Zelda. And by their words, she meant her father's words. She understood his fears about the Triforce being misused, but she also felt he was missing an opportunity to do good for Hyrule. So radical was his stance that he desired the Triforce to be broken up, lest it be too easy to use for evil. Zelda held this possibility even more dangerous, as the Triforce would be safe in Hyrule Castle, and breaking the Triforce would cause the pieces to find their way to whomever best represented them. There was no way to know whom this would be- perhaps one might even find its way to an evil as great as Ganon. After a council involving themselves and a group of the closest royal advisors, the compromise settled on was the current rule that the Triforce could be used only once by any person and that it and the secret of its power were to be guarded closely. The decision was subject to change if the King were to call another council on the topic. Zelda was happy with how matters had turned out, but she doubted the decision would stand, especially since it was only a matter of time before word spread of the Triforce's power. In the meantime, it seemed her father was using his power to make it as difficult as possible to use the Triforce. The king's views on the issue were somewhat ironic, considering he was only alive because Link had touched the Golden Power.

"I wasn't asking. I have given you a direct order, not a recommendation," Zelda told the guards plainly.

"Then let it be noted that we performed our duties as told, and that the burden of any misjudgment falls not on us," one of them submitted as both moved their spears.

"I promise to provide an accurate report," Zelda assured. "Thank you for your diligent service."

Zelda pushed the two large doors open and allowed them to close behind her gently. The long hall before her was intermediately adorned with ornate green and purple curtains along the wall. A red carpet led to an elevated platform on which three pedestals held the golden triangles. Once the doors closed, the triangles, each the size of a large shield, came together and suspended in the air. The glow that these triangles emitted offered the room's only light, which was then reflected off the room's gilded walls.

The princess took each step gingerly, combatting doubts about whether she should turn around and fears about whether her wish would bring about the loss of the Triforce.

She stepped up the platform and stood in front of the Triforce within arm's reach.

What would she wish? What was the desire of her heart? For Koholint to find itself in this world and for Link to leave Hyrule for it? She wasn't sure if that was what she truly wanted. Could a dishonest but well-intended wish have inadvertent consequences? It likely wasn't worth finding out. Before only very recently, it had been centuries since the three pieces had last been brought together, and Zelda didn't want to be the one to lose it again.

What was it that she truly wanted, then? For Link to stay with her? No, that wasn't it, either. For him to love her? She would never feel right if his love for her was brought about by such a method, and it was a selfish request, anyways. But if he was in love with her, maybe he could finally make peace with his past…

Peace. That's what she truly wanted for him. For the hero to have what he considered his transgressions wiped away, and for him to have someone that he truly loved by his side that could comfort him. She could make such a wish and still be honest to herself. Maybe that peace would come in the form of Zelda, but she suspected not. The power of the Triforce correlated to the strength of the wish, and her desire was for Link to be at peace. If reviving Koholint were the strongest way for Link to find rest, then it would be done.

Zelda reached out a shaking hand as a tear slipped down her cheek. The glow in the room intensified as she laid a hand on one of the Triforce's sacred pieces.


Link's uncle had sent him into Kakariko to purchase food for the next couple of days' meals. Though they raised their own cattle and owned a small patch of farmland, the two occasionally wanted something more to eat than vegetables and eggs.

When Link returned, his uncle was sitting at the dining table reading a book. He lifted an envelope upon Link's entrance.

"You just missed today's courier. This is for you."

Link set down the victuals and took the envelope from him. It bore the seal of the Princess of Hyrule. He went to his room and sat on his bed before reading it.

Dearest Link,

It is hard even for me to appreciate just how much you have done for me, my family, and our Land. You were offered much for your services- titles, riches, a home in the castle- yet you wanted none of it. I had everything to give, and still somehow nothing. But I believe I may finally have a gift both worthy of you and to your satisfaction.

Go to the royal harbors and give to them the small prescript also inside this envelope to allow you to take one of their small craft. Sail to the place where you first encountered the storm. Perhaps there you can find what you are looking for.

Maybe we will meet again in this life; that decision will lie with you. If we do not, then try to remember me not as your Princess, but as

Your Friend,

Zelda

Link walked quietly back to the main room of the house and sat by his uncle, needing a minute to formulate his words. Link's uncle eyed him curiously from the top of his book while waiting.

"Uncle… we aren't going to need that trip to the shores after all. I… I need to make a trip alone."

Link's uncle closed his book and dropped it onto the table. "Alright. When will you be back?"

"… I don't want to make any promises I can't keep. Honestly… I don't know when or if I'll be coming back." Link hesitated for a moment as he rethought what he was going to say. "Uncle… how would you feel about living on a tropical island? Or at least about travelling to one frequently? I'm sure the Castle would be willing to fund it. I can say for sure that there is a nice village on one with nice people who would love to meet you."

Link's uncle leaned back. "Ahh… Link. I don't know. Our family has lived here a long time… I'm getting older, and there are some things I'm not sure I could bring myself to leave."

Link nodded understandingly. He hadn't thought of it before, but his uncle had quite a number of similarities to Tarin, both in appearance and personality. And like Tarin, he was unwilling to leave behind his life.

At least so he thought. The older man broke out in laughter as he patted his nephew on the shoulder. "Oh, oh, you thought I was being serious! That's great!"

Well, at least Link was still right on two of the three accounts.

"Come on, Link, who doesn't want to spend some time on an island paradise?" Link's uncle cleared his throat before continuing slower. "Listen… I don't care about living in some castle wearing… robes or something. But this seems important to you, and I'm not just going to leave you there alone. Is the food good?"

"Very," Link confirmed.

His uncle smiled and patted his shoulder a second time. "Now you go find this island."

"And I'll come back for you once I have arrangements sorted out… Thank you, Uncle."

"What do you have me to thank for? … Now go pack your belongings!" Link's uncle chuckled as he picked his book back up.


It took two days for Link to gather up everything he needed and run some last errands for his uncle and another two days to make the trip to Hyrule's shoreline. He travelled on foot and stayed the nights at inns along the road on the way there, only stopping long after most other guests had retired to bed to avoid confronting his celebrity status and explaining the story of his miraculous survival at sea.

After taking an early breakfast at one of these inns near the harbor, Link walked to the Port Master's office and presented the notice from Zelda. The boat Link was allowed to take was between the size of that crashed in the storm and the one he tried to leave Koholint in. Normally, he would have been more than satisfied, but after the last two trips Link had made out to sea, he couldn't help but long for one of the many larger ships moored at the piers. Even though he kept his silence on the matter, the Port Master appeared to recognize who Link was, and the Hero of Hyrule probably could have got his hands on one of the coveted ships if he pushed his case. Even so, the larger ships would have been impossible to run without a crew, and dragging others along for what might be an entirely futile mission was out of the question.

Once in the small cabin, this time built into the hull under the deck, Link spread out some maps on a table bolted to the floor. After charting the path from Lynna City to Hyrule's coast, Link estimated how far along the journey he was when the ship was crashed. He circled this area on the map before readying the boat for sailing.

Despite the sea being calm with favorable winds, the journey to this location took the entirety of the day and a good portion of the following. Link wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he used a spyglass he had purchased before leaving to search the horizon. He was disappointed to not see anything, but it didn't come as a surprise. Link wasn't even sure he was in the right location.

And how exactly did Zelda know that he should go the site of the crash? Couldn't it be anywhere? Was it even Koholint she wanted him to look for? She had sounded certain that he should go to this location and that he'd be pleased with what he found, but Link wasn't so confident. It wouldn't be the first time that he'd been deceived or at least misinformed.

He had come this far, though, so he wasn't going to give up so soon. The winds during the storm had been blowing hard to the east, so it was possible that they had carried him some distance off target before the actual crash.

Link adjusted his sail for a course to the east. By the time he actually made any significant distance, though, it was too dark to make out anything. Since the sky had turned overcast, he didn't even have the moon or stars to assist him. If Koholint was out there, Link might not be able to see it until nearly grounding himself on the beach if he wasn't careful.

As the ocean was generally very calm, there was no fear of being sunk in the night or being carried too far. Accordingly, the ship was not even fitted with an anchor.

Knowing that there was nothing else he could do until morning, Link returned to the cabin and reexamined the maps to recheck his calculations. By the time his candle burned out, Link was already slumped over the table asleep.


When he woke up, the first thing Link recognized after rubbing his sore neck was that the boat was no longer rocking in the waves. Rather, he could hear waves breaking against the hull, pushing it a little further forward before undoing its progress in the retreat of the backwash.

Link knew the implications of the motion and his hearing. He stumbled on the staircase as he returned to the deck.

The boat had landed bow first on a beach facing familiar cliffs. Just to his right was the less-fortunate craft, still grounded in the shallows where Link and Marin abandoned it.

There were no shouts of joy or any other kind of celebration. Rather, Link stepped off the boat and lay face first into the sand. First came sobbing and then laughter as he squeezed a handful of the sand in each fist. The sound of the birds, the smell of salt water, the feel of that fine sand... yes, he was on Koholint. It was impossible. Not even the Wind Fish could save it. Yet there he was, again on the illusory island.

He didn't want to be seen in Mabe until he had full control of his emotions. After allowing time to let reality sink in, Link turned over and sat up. In this position, he went through the full gamut of emotions all over again as he looked between the two boats before him. Both had brought him back to the island, but under far different circumstances.

Link finally took a deep breath and stood up. This time, movement did not reignite an emotional cycle. He was sure of it now. He was on Koholint, and it was all going to be alright.

As he strolled into the village, the first people he saw were the quadruplets. They stared at him with open mouths without saying anything. Link confidently walked by with a small smirk playing on his lips. The Trendy Games owner had a similar reaction, while Madame MeowMeow audibly gasped.

Not much seemed to have changed, with the major exception being that the Wind Fish's egg was nowhere to be seen on Tamaranch. Additionally, the boulders blocking the way into Mabe had been cleared, suggesting that people were no longer afraid of a monster attack.

When Link reached Tarin's house, the door was already swung open. Tarin was at the table facing away carving something, while Marin was not at home. Link knocked on the door so as to not surprise the man too much.

"Yes, please com-." Tarin's tongue tied up once he realized whom it was at the door. Gathering his wits, Tarin jumped up and embraced the young man.

"Link! We thought you was dead for sure… good man, good man! I'm guessing there is quite the story behind this!"

"Ha… for sure, Tarin. I can try explaining some of it later."

"Before you leave, of course."

Link smiled. "… I'm not leaving, Tarin. I'm not going anywhere." Of course, if Koholint was indeed in the real world, Link would need to chart the island's location and find a way for his uncle to come, but those were details Tarin didn't need to bother with.

"Staying, ehh? Ah! That's just great, Link, that's just great! I knew you'd come around! We'll have to work out some more permanent living arrangements, but first we must to celebrate your miraculous return! A feast is in order! For the whole town! And I better go get that friend of yours, Richard!"

"I'd be glad to see everyone… And Marin… where is Marin?"

Tarin shrugged. "Don't know. She's always been one to wander off. I haven't seen much of her since you went up to that egg."

Link frowned but bowed slightly as he made his exit. "I'll be back later, then… It's good to see you, Tarin."

He could only think of a couple places Marin might be where people wouldn't find her. He had already passed one of them as he walked along the Toronbo Shores on his way into Mabe. That left one other.

Marin could hear Link coming as he fought his way through the tree line. Her look was first of confusion that someone was intruding on her secret lookout and then of disbelief when she recognized Link. Once she came to terms with who it was, she turned back to the ocean, and her mouth upturned on one side slightly. Link took a seat next to her with their feet hanging over the ledge of the cliff.

"The others all thought that you died up there," Marin said while still facing the ocean. "I didn't agree. I thought you finally got your wish and left. That morning there was a bright flash of light, and then the egg was gone. That's how I know you didn't die. The Wind Fish must have been woken, which meant that you won."

"I did leave the island," Link confessed.

Marin looked at him oddly. "Then why are did you return? You disappeared for a whole week. I assumed you got what you wanted and weren't coming back."

"And what do you think I wanted most?"

"To go home, of course."

Link shook his head. He slid further away from the cliff and motioned for Marin to follow suit. The two sat cross-legged facing each other.

"Marin… do you trust me to tell the truth?"

"I know you've kept things from me before," she answered dryly.

"So I might withhold information. But do you trust me not to lie?"

Marin nodded slowly.

"Good," Link said as he took the hands of the red-haired girl. "Then believe me when I say that leaving the island was not the most important thing to me. Not even close. If there was any ever doubt before, it was most clear when I did leave. What I wanted most was you, Marin… I… I know I never told you… but you mean everything to me, and… I love you…" Link shook the girl's hands to make his point clearer. "I love you… Before, I was just a warrior who did good… but you were the one that found the good not in what I did, but in who I am… And I'm never leaving you again… you hear me? … I'm never leaving you again…"

Link's phrasing may have been trite, but it was the true expression of his heart after everything he had gone through. He didn't care about eloquence, he just needed to get the words out now that he finally had the opportunity.

Marin's expression began as one of doubt. As he continued, though, her face began to relax. By the end, both were on the verge of dissolving into tears. But while Link's words were beginning to falter, Marin found hers. She passionately wrapped him in her arms and lied down next to him, their faces only inches apart.

"I'm sorry… I love you, too, Link… It's just… I had given up on getting my happy ending… Yet here you are, right here…" Marin brought him in for a kiss, this time lasting much longer than their last.

The two sat on the edge of the cliff holding hands for hours. For the first time in a long time, Link could actually talk to Marin as himself without dreading the future. For a moment, time seemed to have stood still. All was right. And finally, it wasn't tragedy that brought his time with her to an end- it was the scent of a nearby meal.

"… Do you smell that, Link?" Marin giggled.

"It smells almost of… boar being cooked. Maybe even a hint of pineapple. Tarin said we'd be having a feast."

Marin jumped up and tugged at his hand. "Come on, then! We should be helping, not loitering around!"

"Yeah… just give me a moment."

The young woman held a hand to her hair to steady her hibiscus petal while passing through the brush, while Link grunted as he stood up. He took one last look over the ocean.

"… Thank you, Zelda," Link murmured softly, having almost forgotten the person who had made his journey possible. Somehow, he could imagine the princess at a window overlooking Hyrule with a knowing nod and gentle smile. He wasn't sure if it truly originated from his imagination or if it meant something more.

Just before turning back around to follow Marin, Link squinted at something he saw off on the horizon. Though it was far away, the Hylian could make out the distinct shape of a ship. Realizing what it was, Link couldn't help but shake his head and smile as he chased after Marin in the direction of his new home.

The End


Author's Notes- This has been Reflections. Thanks for reading.

So, how about that ending? I did say there would be a few twists, right? I was afraid it would be a bit too predictable, and it probably is. What would cause most people to not expect the happy ending is their knowledge of the source and assuming I'd end it in the same way. And I'm sure there are many that would prefer if I did.

Let me give some insight into the production of this story. I had looked through the archive of LA stories, and was somewhat disappointed in the selection. Mostly because it was too small, but also because how most of them ended. Don't get me wrong- I love the ending to Link's Awakening! But I also hoped to see at least a few that offered an alternate look at things. This is fanfiction, after all. A few did do so, but I was usually unsatisfied by the explanation of the ending or, more frequently, just the length of the story.

So that was really the starting premise- find a way to give LA a happy ending. So if you don't like this chapter, at least keep it in mind that the previous eight wouldn't have happened without it! ;) Originally, this story was actually supposed to be only three chapters, with the middle eight chapters condensed into one which would pick up key moment of Link and Marin's time together. I decided to expand on the main story for two reasons, though. One was that I didn't think a single chapter would get readers to really care enough about what happened to Marin and everyone else on Koholint, and that they would end up just feeling bad for Zelda. Secondly, I decided to do so because I DO love the ending to Link's Awakening. I wanted to try fully capturing the emotions of the game, even if Reflections itself ends differently. Essentially, I wanted to create a structure where I had two complete stories within one. Someone might say, "I'm going to ignore the first and last chapters and just take the middle eight based on the game." And to that I say, "Go ahead! That's awesome!" I designed the story with the very intention that people could do that.

One of the difficulties was figuring out how to create the happy ending. Maybe the Wind Fish could give a wish after all? Maybe Dream Koholint was based on the Wind Fish's memories of a real Koholint? I ended up going with using the Triforce's powers because, well, it made sense and wasn't too cheesy. You could argue that it is a deus ex machine and... well, yeah, you're right! It's a plot device that I'd normally try to avoid with a ten feet pole, but I felt it kind of worked in context. I tried mitigating this by reminding the reader early on that the Triforce is a thing and by heightening the emotions and stakes to using the Triforce rather than the action itself. And hey, the last we see of this Link in the Hyrule Historia is that "he set sail on another voyage, and his further whereabouts are unknown." Fits what happens in this story, does it not?

Maybe you loved the story. Maybe you hated it, but found a few things interesting that you could work with. Maybe you thought of another way of ending it or have a different interpretation on some of the game's events. Write about it! I'd love to read it. This is in no way meant to be the "definitive" LA fanfic. I thought I'd just share my own thoughts on this too oft-forgotten classic.

Thank you again for reading! Until next time!

P.S. If I get a review with a question that I think people might like to read, I might post it and an answer here. If I get one more personal, I can send a PM :) Check back to these notes if you want to do that for some reason!