The rustling and whispering of the evasive forest spirits, the Koroks, was conspicuously absent.Īnd Penn had been right about the change to the mist. The ravens that usually guarded the border did not darken the ruined stonework with their shadowy forms. Now as he approached the Lost Woods for the fifth time in his life he knew at once that something was wrong. He knew how to follow the subtle whispers amongst the trees and the drifting of sparks catching the wind. And, most recently, with Zelda again – to take up the blade once more before venturing into Hyrule Castle. A third time, with Zelda, to return the sacred blade to its rest. Then once more, a century later, reclaiming it after awakening in the Shrine of Resurrection. He first found his way to the hidden grove at its center as a child, drawing the Master Sword from its pedestal. Link had been through the Lost Woods on several occasions. ← Previous Work Part 3 of Tales of the Era of the Wild Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 263,205 Chapters: 42/43 Comments: 170 Kudos: 162 Bookmarks: 26 Hits: 7,106
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