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Prince or Hero?
Chapter 1 Answers
He stood there awaiting her reply. They were underneath a tree. He had finally told her he loved her. But does she love you? A voice inside him asked. That's why I'm waiting here, he replied. They were best friends, partners. Ever since the tournament introduced team battles, they were always together. A balanced team. Her with magic and alter ego and him with his sword skills and long range weapons.
"Link, I." she was hesitant. Why did he say that, she asked herself. She tried again. "Link, I...don't love you." She looked into his eyes and saw sadness.
"Who?" She didn't need to know who he was asking about.
"Marth"
Link couldn't believe it. Marth! His friend. Marth was one of the newest competitors. A prince from Altea, that was rebuilt with him back on the throne. Marth didn't hide that he was betrayed by his own kingdom. Link was shocked and Zelda saw it in his eyes and face.
"I hope you two will be happy."
Zelda gave a smile, Link forced a smile back. He turned and left, but glanced back at her. She stood there. So beautiful, he thought, then was gone. * * * Zelda watched him go with some regret. She couldn't do much because she didn't love him. Soft footsteps came from behind her.
"Did he take it well?" a voice asked.
"I don't know. Only time will tell" she answered and turned around. She knew it was Marth before she turned to face her love.
"Hopefully this won't affect anything" he spoke.
She knew he was talking about their friendship. Marth and Link had become fast friends along with the young red head, Roy. Zelda also hoped that Link's friendship with her wouldn't be broken. She looked at Marth once again. He was dressed in the usual attire. Dark blue pants with a light blue tunic. His cape was an even darker blue, held by a red clasp. Blue boots and fingerless gloves that stopped just below his elbows. His sword, Falchion, was sheathed and strapped around his waist. His outfit was completed with a gray chest plate.
"I hope he'll be alright," she said as she looked into his blue eyes. He smiled and brushed some of his blue bangs out of his eyes. She smiled, then leaned to kiss him.
Prince or Hero?
Chapter 1 Answers
He stood there awaiting her reply. They were underneath a tree. He had finally told her he loved her. But does she love you? A voice inside him asked. That's why I'm waiting here, he replied. They were best friends, partners. Ever since the tournament introduced team battles, they were always together. A balanced team. Her with magic and alter ego and him with his sword skills and long range weapons.
"Link, I." she was hesitant. Why did he say that, she asked herself. She tried again. "Link, I...don't love you." She looked into his eyes and saw sadness.
"Who?" She didn't need to know who he was asking about.
"Marth"
Link couldn't believe it. Marth! His friend. Marth was one of the newest competitors. A prince from Altea, that was rebuilt with him back on the throne. Marth didn't hide that he was betrayed by his own kingdom. Link was shocked and Zelda saw it in his eyes and face.
"I hope you two will be happy."
Zelda gave a smile, Link forced a smile back. He turned and left, but glanced back at her. She stood there. So beautiful, he thought, then was gone. * * * Zelda watched him go with some regret. She couldn't do much because she didn't love him. Soft footsteps came from behind her.
"Did he take it well?" a voice asked.
"I don't know. Only time will tell" she answered and turned around. She knew it was Marth before she turned to face her love.
"Hopefully this won't affect anything" he spoke.
She knew he was talking about their friendship. Marth and Link had become fast friends along with the young red head, Roy. Zelda also hoped that Link's friendship with her wouldn't be broken. She looked at Marth once again. He was dressed in the usual attire. Dark blue pants with a light blue tunic. His cape was an even darker blue, held by a red clasp. Blue boots and fingerless gloves that stopped just below his elbows. His sword, Falchion, was sheathed and strapped around his waist. His outfit was completed with a gray chest plate.
"I hope he'll be alright," she said as she looked into his blue eyes. He smiled and brushed some of his blue bangs out of his eyes. She smiled, then leaned to kiss him.