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He wondered how many days it had been since he was sent away to kill the Hero. It felt like an eternity but it could be shorter as well. Dark didn’t really have a good sense of time. He travelled the fields of Hyrule day and night, with only a little rest. He was afraid the other shades might show up and attack him in his sleep. That always seemed to be one of their favourite past time; picking on a much weaker shade. That’s why the entity never slept much to begin with.

As he travelled, he tried to avoid as much settlements as possible; both human and monster ones. He already figured he wasn’t welcome in a town and if he were to be spotted by monsters, they would go after him as well, despite the fact they all served the same master. Dark was just that one shade everyone liked to pick on. Especially because he couldn’t defend himself.

There wasn’t anything in particular he was good in. Though after being hurt and tortured most of his life,he could feel whenever another shade was nearby. Or perhaps that was an ability they all had. He didn’t know because no one would ever tell him anything.

But such was the case right now. Coming to a sudden stop, Dark’s body tensed as he felt an all too familiar presence. One was nearby. One of his own kin. Truth was, Dark was terrified of his own kind. They always hurt him, always brought him to the point he would break, but would stop right before that. And then everything would start all over again.

The only way he could defend himself was trying not to utter a sound or show any kind of emotion. If he could do that, they would get bored of him sooner or later. If only for a moment.

He was sat somewhere in a wooded area practising on his mandolin when all of a sudden he felt something poke his flank. Dark turned to see what it was but there was nothing there so returned to his mandolin playing.  again he was poked and again he turned only to see nothing!

this carried on for some while until Dark got savvy, with a sinister grin he pretended to start playing once more,  thinking this would lure the suspected poker to try and poke him again. And sure enough there it was, Another poke!

But this time the Poker would not get away from Dark Link! swift as the wind Dark scooped up the adorable Poker and punished her by giving a warm hug!

“Now aren’t you a brave warrior? tackling me all by yourself!” he beamed.

➷➷  She couldn’t help it but poke him due to how odd he was. She hid every time he tried to sneak a look at her and hoped it would drive him bonkers because he could not catch her. She was wrong. 

Dead wrong.

 Surprised that he wasn’t in slight of angry due to his body language and decided this poke will be her last-

“Yes, I am. And you are?” He curiously eyes the strange swordsman.

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When hearing Dark’s voice, Link looked up. His vision was partly blurry as blood ran down into his left eye due to a cut he received on his head. “I... got ambushed...” The Hero admitted with shame. “I was hunting and didn’t notice the Bokoblin that came my way. By the time I did...” He tried to shift against the tree he sat under. “...it already was too late.”

It was almost hilarious how he got beat up by enemies he normally had no troubles fighting against. 

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