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THE KNIGHT MOVED SILENTLY THROUGH THE MOONLIT ANCIENT RUINS. The air was cool and crisp, the stillness of the night broken only by the distant hoot of an owl. As he navigated the labyrinth of pathways, he eventually noticed a large open courtyard where vines twisted around old pillars, and the remnants of what might once have been a grand fountain lay at the center, now dry and cracked. They had told him that he may be able to find clues that helped him understand what had happened to her there. But where ?
He began examining the area though suddenly a chill ran down his spine. As if there was a palpabable energy there, an undercurrent of magic that made the hairs of the back of his neck stand on end. He had company. His hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his sword, drawing it out of its sheath and readying himself for anything that might come ❝ whoever you are I suggest you come out ❞ Link's voice broke the silence that had reigned up to that instant. And, despite his calm demeanor, there was an unmistakable edge to his words — a subtle warning.
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