I don't really know when I regained consciousness. I've been awake for a while –of that much I'm sure – but I've been in a daze since that punishing night.
I start to stretch my arms, but muscles were stiff from disuse. They barely lift a shaky few inches from the bed before they drop back to the bed. 'Well don't I feel like shit…' I thought to myself. I experiment with moving each one of my fingers. Again, as fast as I lift them, they drop. The strength in my fingers was laughable. You'd think that after all I've been through this past year and a half, fighting all kinds of demon and dragon alike, that I would have just rolled out of bed easy. That any injuries would be nothing to me after all the times I've been poisoned, cursed, maimed, burnt, and frozen. For the supposed "Hero of Time", I really suck at this whole, bouncing back shit. I pull myself up the best I can without groaning hoarsely. The result was a series of guttural noises and my ass still planted to the sheets below me...
Okay... fuck...How did I get here?
I covered my eyes to block out the light and summon any recollection of what happened.
...
The battle was so long. Every time I thought it was over, a new trial appeared. Every time I kill an enemy, five more came to replace the fallen. When I finally climbed to the tower's top and met finally met the face of one who caused Hyrule become the hell on earth it is today, I thought for a moment 'This is it' or 'It's over'. I thought that once Gannondorf was defeated, it would finally be done. I would be free. Even as the castle started to fall all round me...
I can vaguely recall an instance of anxiety. Battle's not over. It will never be over. There was something there! Something coming - have to fight… I HAVE to fight. I struggled to get up, to lift the Master sword. The aura was strong… or at least stronger than I am now. An enemy, something I missed! A moblin that escaped my sight! The urge came so strong, so quick that I couldn't imagine at relief that came with the warmth smoothing over my brow, over my eyes. I pulled up, now wrapped in the warmth and unintelligible, beautiful airy whispers filled my ears. I could feel my chapped lips trembling, and despite myself, I felt broken hot streams escape my ash dried eyes. I could finally make out the words all but lost in that soft, wispy voice.
"Torva… Link. Torva." It called me. "Our mission… is done."
My right hand, the one that wasn't clutching the Master sword in a violent death grip, struggled but found a small bit of strength to touch the comforting veil that covered my worn eyes. That's when I felt the worn bandages, around long fingers. My left hand finally released the Master sword. I allow myself to breath for the first time in what felt like ages only to start weeping uncontrollably. Before I knew it sleep had claimed me. Echoes of "torvas" resonating as I slipped away.
Torva… Torva…
Peace, Link…Peace…
...
My eyes widen at the memory. Something is missing… gone. No… Someone was gone…
"No…"
That was the last time I saw, Sheik.
