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Flames licked the once great city. Many buildings lay in ruin, and those still standing bellowed with the cries of the damned. A lone child clung to her blanket on the second floor of what used to be her home. The floor gave way and left her isolated from the staircase and safety. Two smooth lines ran down her face. Her little lungs coughed up smoke and ash. She saw someone—her mother?—across the chasm. "Help me," she begged. "You are going to be all right," said the figure. They stood at the edge of the floor, hand outstretched. "I need you to jump, dear." "But I'll fall." The child clutched her blanket tighter. "I don' wanna die

Episode 3: A Link to the Heart * *   *    It was a beautiful sunny afternoon in Hyrule. The birds chirped, the denizens picnicked, and Pocket Fi had absolutely nothing on her agenda. Master Link was spending the day with Zelda and Creator Fi, but there was a protocol for just such an occasion. Fi and Zelda knew that sooner or later Pocket Fi would outperform herself and Master Link would periodically not require any assistance, so they programmed instructions for her to seek out the other Links and assist or play with them.    As their world was now split among different timelines after the Dimension War, it became apparent that more tha