Princess Zelda Hylia (
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vatheon2012-01-18 12:59 am
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Investigation
Who: Zelda and ALL THE PEOPLE
Where: All over Vatheon, even on the island a bit
When: January 18-23rd, day and night (though not too late at night)
Style: Either
Status: Open!
Maybe you notice the princess staring too long at something, or maybe you notice the Sheikah scaling new heights to investigate those hard to reach places - but Zelda is definitely on the prowl for information now that the faeries are gone. She wisely avoids the ruins of the church, but nowhere else public seems to be beyond her interest. At least she doesn't break into people's houses like the other Hylian here in Vatheon.
Where: All over Vatheon, even on the island a bit
When: January 18-23rd, day and night (though not too late at night)
Style: Either
Status: Open!
Maybe you notice the princess staring too long at something, or maybe you notice the Sheikah scaling new heights to investigate those hard to reach places - but Zelda is definitely on the prowl for information now that the faeries are gone. She wisely avoids the ruins of the church, but nowhere else public seems to be beyond her interest. At least she doesn't break into people's houses like the other Hylian here in Vatheon.
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He had no idea what was going through the man's mind, but he could tell that it was bad. He looked utterly lost. This time, Sheik put his outstretched hand on Dark Link's shoulder.
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I'm a fake. I don't belong.
Those friends he had made, the ones he wanted to protect, were they really his friends if he wasn't real? Did they only profess to like him because he was like Link and they would have liked him?
I'm a fake...
He swallowed hard and mumbled an apology before dropping from the tree and running back towards the city and the relative safety of his room. It was good he had an innate sense of direction because the tears that welled up prevented him from seeing much in his path.
Fake.
His feet pounded from grass to pavement, as if trying to outrun the word.
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Why did he keep hurting people without meaning to?