A/N: I'm back! Miss me? ;)

Well, here's the second chapter of The Wolf...I really like this one :3 hopefully you guys will too!

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Anyways, I won't delay you guys any longer with my babbling, so enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own The Legend of Zelda. No matter how much I wish I owned Link, Dark, Pipit, Ghirahim, and every other sexy character out there. Especially Ghirahim :3

The Wolf: Chapter Two

Link arrived at the spring soon after talking with Rusl. He dismounted Epona, taking her by the reins and leading her into the small clearing that contained the sacred waters. His eyes found Ilia lounging on a rock with her feet in the water, her eyes closed as she basked in the sun's rays. He couldn't help but think of how beautiful she looked with the sun catching her blonde hair, turning it gold in some places.

Upon hearing their arrival, her eyes opened, revealing a stunning green. No matter how many times he saw her eyes, they always took his breath away. Her lips twisted into a beautiful smile, showing off her perfect white teeth.

"So someone finally told you where I was?" she asked, her tone playful.

Link grinned and let go of Epona's reins, knowing she wouldn't run away. He strode over to the rock Ilia sat on, settling down beside her.

"Yeah, Rusl passed the message along," he replied, casting her a sidelong glance. "Any specific reason you wanted me? Not that I mind," he added quickly.

She chuckled, then sighed. "I just feel like we never spend any time together anymore. I mean, I spent months with no memories of you at all, and then you were busy saving Hyrule and doing things in Castle Town. And with all of that, we haven't had an opportunity to just sit and talk like we used to."

Link sighed as well. "I know. Sorry things have been so hectic."

She smiled softly. "It's okay. What matters is that we have time now."

He grinned. "Exactly."

The two spent the day just talking and goofing off like they used to, before Link had become the Hero of Twilight, as most referred to him. Link couldn't help but notice how nice it was to just spend time with his best friend.

Before long, the two were sitting close together and watching the sunset paint the sky in brilliant hues of orange, yellow and pink. Link felt a warm weight on his shoulder and glanced to the side to find Ilia's head resting there, a serene expression on her face as she snuggled into his side. Link tentatively wrapped an arm around her and she sighed in contentment, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"The sky is always so pretty at sunset," she murmured dreamily.

"Twilight is my favorite time of the day. It reminds me of Midna."

"She helped you, didn't she?" Ilia questioned, not moving from her spot.

"Yeah," he replied. "I probably wouldn't have been able to do half the stuff I did without her."

"Do you miss her?"

"I do." Link's voice had gone soft. "I mean, she'd been with me for so long, and now I'll never see her again. She was a good friend."

There was a pause before she asked, hesitantly, "Do you love her?"

Link was taken aback by the question. Why would she ask that?

"Of course." When Ilia started to get up, Link grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?" he asked, confused.

There was a sadness in her beautiful eyes. She tried to hide it, but Link could see it plain as day. "It's getting late, Link. I should be getting home."

"Wait," he said when she tugged her wrist free. He reached out and twined his fingers through hers. "You didn't let me finish." When she didn't say anything, he took that as a sign to continue. "I love Midna like I love Colin. She was like the sister I never had, just like Colin is the brother I never had. Besides," he murmured, his cheeks reddening, "how could I love her like that when my heart belongs to someone else?"

She looked down then, not meeting his eyes. "Whoever she is, she's very lucky to have a guy like you."

"Well, I don't think she knows yet." Gently, he tilted her chin up and stared into the endless green depths of her eyes. "You see, that's because I'm in love with—"

Before he could finish, a dozen bokoblins came bursting in. Ilia's eyes widened in horror at the sight, and Link pushed her behind him, reaching for his sword . . .

. . . the sword that was currently on his desk back home.

Mentally cursing himself for his stupidity, he considered his options. No matter what, he needed to keep Ilia safe. He'd do whatever he had to to do so. He had to think of something fast, though, because the monsters were quickly surrounding them.

When Epona whinnied, he had his solution.

"Ilia, run to Epona," he told her sternly. "Get Rusl. I'll hold them off until then."

"But Link—"

"Please, Ilia," he begged. "I can't let them hurt you."

Seeing the panic in his eyes, she reluctantly nodded. She slipped away while Link distracted the dim-witted creatures, slinging herself up onto Epona's saddle and tapping the mare's sides with her heels.

Link watched her disappear, sighing in relief. With a growl, he let himself shift into his beast form, since he had no weapons.

He got to work dispatching them, and it was going well until one snuck up behind him and smashed him in the side with its club, sending him crashing into a rock. A pained whine escaped him as he felt a couple ribs snap from the impact, but he forced himself to stand and continue to fight. It was if they knew they'd weakened him, though, as they came at him more aggressively. He took down one only to be clubbed on his side again. He yelped as more ribs snapped and he fell to the ground. When he tried to stand, he found that the pain was too great and he couldn't.

It was a flurry of pain after that as they beat him mercilessly with their clubs. He barely noticed it when it all stopped.

Ilia rode as fast as she could back to the village. She stopped outside of Rusl's home and dismounted, running up to the door and pounding frantically on it.

Colin was the one to open it.

"Where's your dad?" she asked breathlessly.

"Right here." The young boy proceeded to call his father to the door, moving out of the way.

"What is it?" Rusl asked, taking in Ilia's panic.

"It's an emergency, Rusl! I need you to come with me!" she exclaimed.

"I'll grab my sword," he said, disappearing and reappearing seconds later with his sword. "Colin, I'll be back soon," he told his son, who was staring at them with a worried look in his blue eyes.

Rusl mounted the horse he'd acquired while Link had been gone on his quest while Ilia mounted Epona once more. Without wasting another second, she took off, Rusl following.

She led him all the way to Faron Spring, where growling and fighting could be heard.

"Stay here," Rusl whispered, sliding off of the horse and unsheathing his sword.

Rusl entered the spring, gasping when he saw the hunched form of a big wolf being beaten by bokoblins. "Link!" he cried, rushing forward. In their surprise, the creatures were too dumb to defend themselves, and Rusl took them down easily. Once they were gone and he got a good look at Link, he nearly gagged.

Blood covered his dark fur, and his body seemed oddly misshapen. His breath was coming in short pants, whines steadily slipping through his teeth.

"Oh, Link," he whispered, reaching down to touch his muzzle. His blue eyes opened a crack and, upon seeing Rusl, he whined louder.

"Ilia!" Rusl called loudly.

The girl ran in, a frightened look on her face.

"Ride back to the village. Tell Uli I need something that can be used as a stretcher. And please, be fast!"

Ilia nodded and ran back out. Rusl heard a whinny as they took off, and then returned his full attention to Link.

"Why are you always getting hurt?" he asked softly, his fingers stroking his muzzle. Link answered with a low, faint whine, and his eyelids started to droop. "No," Rusl said quickly. "Don't close your eyes. Come on, Link, stay with me. Stay awake, son."

The wolf grunted and whined again, his eyes opening wide. There was so much pain in those expressive blue eyes, and it broke his heart. How long had he suffered that beating before they'd arrived?

"We'll fix you up, son. Don't you worry. You'll be okay."

Suddenly, Link's eyes widened and he scrambled to his feet, leaping over Rusl's head and straight into a bokoblin that had been trying to sneak up behind the older man and tore its throat out. He fell to the ground again, his blue eyes tortured as he cried out in agony.

"Oh!" Rusl exclaimed in shock, making his way over to Link's crumpled form. He was whining pathetically, his breathing shallow. Blood trickled out of his mouth, to Rusl's horror.

Ilia returned then on Epona. She had a plank of wood attached to a rope that she'd tied on to Epona's saddle.

"Where's Link?" she asked.

Those blue eyes pleaded with him to keep quiet, so he made something up.

"He ran after the others," he replied. "Right now, we need to worry about him." He nodded to the wolf who only he and Colin knew was really Link.

"But Link shouldn't be alone!" Ilia protested.

"Ilia, please," Rusl said tiredly. "Link will be fine."

Ilia sighed. "Fine. Load him on."

Rusl smiled apologetically down at Link. "I'm sorry, but this is probably going to hurt," he murmured, sliding his hands under the wolf and hoisting him up. Link yelped and screeched loudly as all of his broken bones were jostled, tears escaping his canine eyes. He set him on the wood as gently as possible and nodded to Ilia.

"I'll be right behind you. Talk to him and make sure he doesn't go to sleep."

She nodded and took off. Rusl mounted his stallion and sighed before silently following.

Once they reached the village, they immediately took him into Rusl's home. Luckily Colin was with Talo, Malo and Beth, so at least he wouldn't have to be traumatized at the sight of Link.

"Is there any way I can help?" Ilia asked anxiously. She did care for the wolf, having developed a special bond with him over the week he'd spent with Rusl.

"You can get us any red potion you can find, and you can keep the children away," Uli replied, her voice soft.

"Okay," Ilia murmured, turning and leaving. She walked across the way to her house where she knew there was red potion. She took three bottles and carried them back to Rusl and Uli, who smiled gratefully before shooing her out.

Ilia kept the children away, as promised. When it was dark around an hour later and time for them to go to bed, she took Colin to her house.

"Ilia, why can't I go home?" he asked, staring up at her as she tucked him into her bed.

She sighed and brushed his hair out of his face. "Because your mom and dad are taking care of the wolf, Colin. He . . . he's hurt. They want you to stay here."

Colin gasped. "No, he can't be hurt! Ilia, I have to see him!"

"Sorry, Colin, but you have to stay here. I promise I'll let you know if I find anything out, okay?"

He pouted and looked to be on the verge of tears, but nodded. "Okay."

She kissed his forehead and turned away, starting down the stairs. "Goodnight, Colin."

He sniffled. "'Night, Ilia."

She left the house then, ignoring her father's curious stare. She'd simply told him that Colin needed to stay with them, and that she wouldn't be home for a while.

She sat on Rusl and Uli's steps, her head in her hands. She worried about Link—was he okay, wherever he was? She worried for the wolf, whose pained whines and yelps could be heard, as well as Rusl and Uli's soothing words.

She sat there for an unknown amount of time before the wolf started to howl. It was a tortured sound, and it tore at her heart. But then it started to morph, sounding more and more human until it was a sound that Ilia recognized.

Her eyes wide, she burst through the door to find something she'd never expected to see.

The wolf was shaking hard, its form becoming engulfed in black periodically. It was these times when he sounded to human, so much like . . . Link.

But that wasn't possible.

Was it?

"What's going on?" she asked worriedly. He was surrounded in black again and his shape quivered before returning to its furry self.

"He needs to get himself under control, or else he's going to break his bones even more!" Uli exclaimed.

There were warring emotions flashing across Rusl's face as Ilia looked at him. She watched as he made a silent decision, crouching beside the shaking animal.

"Link," he said softly, "stop trying to stop it. You want to change back. Please, just do it. You're only going to hurt yourself even more if you keep suppressing it."

The wolf whined pathetically, while Ilia froze in shock.

"Did . . . you just call him Link?"

Rusl ignored her, still pleading with the animal. "Come on, Link. It's not worth the pain."

With a final howl, he let himself be completely engulfed in black. When it dissipated, a wolf no longer laid there.

Link did.

And that was when Ilia fainted.

Ilia opened her eyes to Uli hovering anxiously over her. She groaned, sitting up and rubbing her head.

"Are you alright?" Uli asked. "I know it was a shock to see that. I was prepared beforehand, though, and you weren't."

"I . . . yeah," she mumbled. She heard a pained moan from across the room, and her heart clenched.

Sure enough, it hadn't been a dream. Link laid there, looking battered and broken, while Rusl tended to him.

Cautiously, she stood, wobbling slightly as she made her way over to him, dropping to her knees beside him.

"Link," she choked out, her eyes filling with tears. He was a mess. His dirty blonde hair was soaked with sweat and he was pale as sheet. There were cuts and bruises covering every inch of him, especially his chest. It was almost fully purple from all of the bruises.

"You don't have to stay," he told her hoarsely. "I understand if you're afraid." He winced as Rusl gently lifted him enough so that Uli could wrap his ribs.

"What would I be afraid of?" she questioned.

"Me," he whispered, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Why would I be afraid of you?"

"Because . . . well, you saw what I am." He squeezed his eyes shut tighter as Rusl set him back down. "You fainted."

"Because I wasn't expecting it," she said softly. She reached out to take his hand in hers. "Link, I could never be afraid of you."

"Drink this," Rusl cut in, holding out a bottle of red potion. He supported Link's head and held it as the boy drank, grimacing at the bitter taste.

"You mean it?" he asked, a vulnerability in his blue eyes that she hadn't seen in years.

"Of course I mean it," she replied.

He seemed to relax then, and Uli gave him something else to drink.

"This should stop you from feeling the pain," she told him as he drank it.

"It tastes good," he murmured. "Like mint or something."

Uli smiled. "Special recipe." She looked to Rusl. "Well, we've done all we can do for tonight. Ilia, you're sure that Colin's okay at your house?"

Ilia nodded. "He's fine."

"Okay." She started to walk toward the bedroom, motioning for Rusl to follow. "Feel free to stay and keep him company, Ilia. We'll be in our room."

"Alright," Ilia replied, smiling.

They smiled at her before disappearing into their room and closing the door.

"I didn't get to finish what I was saying earlier," Link said suddenly. His voice sounded slightly slurred, and his eyelids were starting to droop.

Ilia blushed, remembering the direction their conversation had been headed in. Tentatively, she reached up to comb her fingers through his hair rhythmically, making his eyelids droop even more.

"I was trying to say . . ." He yawned hugely and his eyes closed, only to open slowly seconds later as he fought to stay awake. "I was trying to say that I . . ." His eyes closed again, and they didn't re-open this time. His breathing evened out.

Ilia smiled softly down at him, still stroking his hair. When he slept, he looked like the little boy that he was when they first met. Back before he became burdened with the task of being a hero, back when he was just a sickly little boy.

She could still remember the day they met clearly.

It was a cold winter day. Ilia was only eight, and her mother had just died. She'd been closed off to the world, distraught from losing her mom, until she saw the little boy and his father coming up the path from the woods and leading a big brown mare. The boy was held tightly to his father's chest, and even from where she stood, she could see that he was sick. She ran down the path to them, asking the man if they were okay.

"My son is sick," the man said. He had a nice, deep voice, and Ilia decided that she could trust him. "Is there anyone who can help?"

Ilia nodded, leading him into the village. She led him to Rusl and Uli's house, knowing they could help him. They were the people you went to if you were hurt or sick.

When Uli opened the door and saw Ilia standing there with the man and his son, she took one look at the boy and ushered them inside. She told the man to lay him down on the bed in the corner of the room and hurried to gather medicines. She told Ilia to go and fetch Rusl, who was helping Fado up at the ranch. The little girl ran up as fast as she could, falling face-first into the snow a few times, and told Rusl that he needed to go home and help Uli with the sick boy. He looked confused, but Ilia's insistent tugging on his hand made him follow her.

When they arrived, Uli told Rusl to start making some soup. He complied, seeing the boy and his father, who both looked frozen.

"Where did you folks come from?" Rusl had asked.

"Lake Hylia," the man replied, shivering.

Rusl nodded. "I knew by your ears that you weren't from around here," he commented, smiling. "If I might ask, why are you in Ordon?"

The man sighed. "Our house was attacked last night. My wife . . ." He stopped, swallowing hard. "They killed my wife. I barely got away with my son."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Uli said softly. She noticed then that Ilia was still there. "Ilia, honey, can you go get your dad for us?"

"Sure," Ilia replied, heading out the door again and running over to her house. She opened the door and ran in, chanting "Daddy, Daddy," the whole time.

"Yes, baby?" he asked, giving his little girl a smile.

"Uli told me to come and get you. A man and his little boy showed up here and the little boy is really sick!" she exclaimed, trying to tug him up out of his chair.

"Alright, I'm comin'," he said, heaving himself up with a sigh. He put his boots and a coat on and let Ilia run ahead of him over to Rusl and Uli's.

Upon entering, Ilia found that not much had changed. The smell of soup filled the house with its delicious aroma, and the man had taken his coat off and replaced it with a blanket. He had a kind face, with damp golden hair and deep blue eyes. His ears were pointed, and Ilia knew that it meant that he was Hylian.

"Bo," Uli began, "this is Thomas and his son, Link. They came from Lake Hylia because they were attacked the other night. I was wondering if they might be able to use that old abandoned house just outside the village until Link recovers."

Bo scratched his head. "Well, I don't see why not. Nobody else is usin' it."

Thomas stood to shake his hand. "Thank you, sir."

"It's no problem. That boy of yours looks like he'll need somewhere to rest up."

Thomas nodded. "Is there anywhere I can keep my horse?" he asked.

Bo nodded. "I'm sure Fado won't mind if we keep her at the ranch. She's a beautiful horse, by the way."

"Thank you. I'm worried about her, because she had to walk a long way and she's pregnant. I just hope we don't lose the foal—I promised it to my son."

"I thought she was pregnant," Bo murmured, rubbing his chin. "I'm sure she's fine, if you let her rest up enough along the way." He looked down to Ilia. "Ilia, baby, can you take his horse up to Fado? He'll know where to put her."

Ilia nodded rapidly. She'd always loved horses. Without wasting another second, she ran out and took the horse by the reins, gently patting her nose. She was a tall horse, so Ilia had to reach a bit.

"Come on, girl," she said softly, gently tugging on the reins. "Let's get you some food."

The horse grunted and let Ilia lead her up the hill to the ranch. Fado ran over when he saw them, a confused expression on his face.

"What have ya got there, Ilia?" he asked.

"A horse," she replied, grinning. "Daddy told me to bring her here because she needs a place to stay."

Fado scratched his head. "I s'pose I could put her in the spare stall with the goats," he said. "Come on, bring her in."

Ilia complied, leading the horse into the barn. She let Fado put the mare into the stall and take the reins off, heading over and filling a feeder with some oats. She put some water in a bucket and put it and the feeder into the stall for the horse.

She spent the rest of the day with the mare, just petting her and talking to her. When Thomas showed up to check on his horse, he sat beside the small girl and smiled.

"She likes you," he said, reaching out to run his fingers over the sleek reddish-brown coat.

"What's her name?" she asked, looking up at the kind man.

"Ella," he replied.

"That's a pretty name," she commented, smiling. "I like her. She's a nice horse."

"Well, you can play with her any time, if you'd like. I figure Link and I will be here at least until spring, after she has her foal."

Ilia grinned. "Oh, Mr. Thomas, do you really mean that?"

He nodded. "Of course. She'll like the company."

Ilia squealed and hugged Thomas, much to his amusement.

For days, Ilia spent her afternoons with Ella. She still hadn't talked to the young boy, since he was still very sick and hadn't come out. Her father didn't want her near him; he feared she'd catch his sickness.

And so she was very surprised when, one day, she heard a tentative "Hello" from behind her while she was sitting with Ella. Shocked, she whirled around, coming face to face with the boy.

"Oh! Hi!" she said quickly, smiling brightly. "I was wondering when you'd come out!"

Link smiled shyly. "My dad told me I had to stay inside until I felt good enough." He sneezed and sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "What's your name?" he asked.

She stood proudly. "My name's Ilia. My dad's the mayor of Ordon Village!"

"Wow!" the young boy exclaimed. "My name's Link and my dad's a fisherman."

"I already knew your name," she said, grinning. "But it's nice to finally meet you!"

"It's nice to meet you too, Ilia." He looked up at the mare before hugging her tightly. "Isn't she nice?" he asked, smiling.

Ilia nodded. "She's pretty. I've been spending time with her a lot, keeping her company."

"I bet she liked that," he said. "She probably misses my mom." He fell silent then, his expression transforming to one of sadness.

Tentatively, Ilia reached out and took his hand. "Do you miss your mom?" she asked softly.

He nodded and sniffled. "My dad tried to save her but he couldn't. Those scary men were too strong."

"I lost my mommy too, you know," she told him, smiling sadly. "She got really sick, and Rusl and Uli's medicine wasn't strong enough to save her. I miss her a lot, but at least I still have my daddy."

That was the day the two became best friends, bonding over the loss of their mothers.

When summer came, it was time for the two to say goodbye. Ella had had her foal in the early spring, a girl which Link named Epona, and Thomas said that they had to leave and go home. The two were so heartbroken that Thomas promised that they'd come and visit every summer, and that the two could always send letters to keep in touch. This satisfied the two and, while they were still sad about having to say goodbye, they knew that they'd only have to wait a year before they'd see each other again.

It was the autumn that Ilia turned twelve when it happened.

She'd been lounging in the spring with the younger children when she heard the pounding of hooves against the ground. Telling the younger children to stay put, she crept over to the entrance of the spring and peered down the trail.

What she saw made her heart nearly stop.

It was Link and Epona. Both were injured, bleeding from multiple wounds. Ilia told the young children to hurry back to the village, telling them she'd be there soon. They scurried ahead, while Ilia ran to meet her friend.

"Link!" she cried. Epona skidded to a stop, breathing hard, while Link slumped in the saddle. Ilia was horrified to find an arrow sticking out of the boy's shoulder, with old and new blood surrounding it.

"Ilia," he moaned. He started to fall from the saddle but she caught him before he could hit the ground.

"Link, what happened?" she asked, a lump forming in her throat.

"They came back," he choked out. "Dad told me to get on Epona and leave. And then they killed him, right in front of me. I just ran to Epona and jumped on and I haven't looked back." Tears fell from his eyes. "But they chased me for a while and they were shooting arrows. Epona got hit a few times, and m-my shoulder—"

"Shh," she said softly. "Come on, we need to get you to Rusl and Uli."

Link just nodded, letting her help him into the village. Epona followed along, unwilling to leave Link.

When Uli, who was tending to her garden, saw them, she gasped. Calling for Rusl, she hurried down the small hill to them. She got there just as Link's eyes were closing.

"What happened?" she asked Ilia frantically, helping the young girl to hold him up. He was unconscious.

"He said that those people came back. H-he told me they killed Thomas in front of him. He got on Epona and just started riding, but they followed him and shot arrows at them. He lost them after a while, and he ended up here," she told her, eyes brimming with tears. "Uli, we can't let Link die!" she exclaimed.

"Shh, honey, don't worry. We'll do our best," Uli said in a soothing tone. "Rusl!" she called again, louder this time. Rusl finally appeared on the hill leading up to the ranch and upon seeing Link, he ran down.

"What happened to him?" he asked, lifting the boy effortlessly. Uli proceeded to tell him what Ilia had told her, and his expression turned somber.

"He's too young for all of this trauma," he said softly, carrying him up the hill to the house.

"I know," Uli murmured, sighing. She turned to Ilia. "Ilia, honey, I think you should go home."

Ilia shook her head stubbornly. "I'm not leaving Link. He needs me!"

The couple sighed. "Alright. But if at one point we tell you to leave, then you have to go. Okay?" Rusl said, his blue eyes serious. Ilia simply nodded, following them inside.

They laid Link on his stomach on the bed in the corner and gathered the necessary medicines. Ilia sat beside Link and took his hand gently in hers, wiping at the tears on her face. He couldn't die. She wouldn't let him.

She watched as Rusl got to work removing the arrow. Link woke up for this part, and his screams tore at Ilia's heart. She tried to comfort him, letting him squeeze her hand as hard as he needed to. It hurt, but she knew that it probably paled in comparison to the pain he was going through.

He let out a deep breath when Rusl finally pulled the arrow out, and the pressure on Ilia's hand was lifted as his eyes shut once more. She played with his hair as they rubbed some sort of cream on the wound and bandaged it.

Once that was done, Ilia refused to leave Link's side. She sat on the floor, still holding his hand, and eventually fell asleep.

She stayed by Link's side until he woke up again five days later. He'd woken up briefly a few times over that time period so that they could get some food into him, but quickly fell back to sleep due to the medicine Uli had given him for the pain. But he finally stayed awake.

Ilia held him as he cried over the loss of his father. She knew that the best thing she could do was be there for him and just let him cry.

When his tears finally dried, he whispered in a broken voice, "I'm all alone now."

Ilia shook her head. "No, you're not," she said gently. "You have all of us. As long as you're here, you'll never be alone."

He sniffled. "You're right. Thank you, Ilia."

"No problem," she murmured softly. "Now, you need to rest. You're still far from being fully healed, Link."

"All I've been doing is resting," he muttered. He swallowed hard. "And when I close my eyes . . . all I can see is my dad's face when he told me to run and I see them."

"Oh, Link," she said softly. "Don't worry. I'll be right here beside you when you go to sleep, and I'll still be right here when you wake up."

"You promise?" he asked, sounding extremely vulnerable.

She smiled. "I promise."

It was that night when Ilia realized that she loved Link. Even though she'd been young, she knew. And ever since, she'd been keeping that love a secret, for fear that he didn't return her feelings. But back in Faron Spring, when he'd gently taken her by the chin, she knew what he was going to say.

She made herself comfortable, curling up to him. She was careful to avoid hitting any broken bones, resting her head against his shoulder.

Just liked she'd promised him that night six years before, she'd be there when he went to sleep, and she'd stay there until he woke up.

Slightly corny ending, but still cute...right? xD

So, a bit of Link's backstory comes in here...I had a hard time deciding what it would be, but it finally turned into this :P

This story was originally going to be only around 3 or 4 chapters...but I'm thinking it may be longer than that now. I haven't quite decided yet xD but whatever, I'll go wherever it takes me!

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Well, I'm off! See you guys at the next update!

*~Ozzie~*