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Old Fan Works
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In the dead of night, two black figures crept up to the castle in the shrine and silently broke the glass. They crept in, a guard walk up and before he had time to react, he was erased from life.I crept out of the shadows, knife in hand and went to search for the stone. I wlked a ways and saw it, the real stone. It was a nice shade of blue and dispersed azure moonlight into the room. I called the monkey to finish the job which he did and as I did so I didn't notice a lone figure slinking along behind me. I turned around just in time to see a thing clad in blue and gold armor, clutching a sword in a gauntlet raised high in the air. He swung but missed. I rolled to my left, pulling my knife from the sheath, and swung with all my might. I would have killed him had he not been in armor, but the force of my blow was enough to knock his helmet of and when I saw what was under it, I gasped in horror. It was Gyuart, laughing as he recovered from the hit I gave him, and I nearly fell over in despair. "Gyuart, don't do this," I muttered weakly, "we can still be friends." He merely shrugged it off and went for the finishing move. I saw the sword move slowly as it moved toward me and I welcome death as an old friend. I heard a clang, and opened my eyes. There, in plain view, was Leona, clad in smaller, lighter armor. They glared at each other for a moment or two, then she whispered slowly,"I cannot let you do this brother." To which he shoved her aside and went for the kill. As I was about to die, a blinding ray of light flew to me and touched me, right before I dissapeared, Leona yelled somthing, think it was I love you but all I heard was,"I lo-" then a flash of light and sound cut her off, and I appeared in the land known as hyrule. I have made a peaceful life here, but every single day I remember and relive that past, I miss her with all my heart. As I lay in my death bed thinking about, what I have done, there is only one thing I regret and that thing is: I never really told her how I felt about her. Seeing as this is the last page of my journal, I will stop here. Remember, if you get ahold of this book, cherish it, it will teach you several life stories. THE END
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