"Link, you've lost far too much blood." Midna eyed Link's head; his golden hair was matted down and stained by the crimson blood that poured out his wound, followed by the blood that dripped from his pale lips. Her fiery eyes filled with tears," You're dying aren't you?"
Link remained silent and held his bleeding hand up to Midna's cheek. She gently lay on his chest and sobbed into his green, now red, clothes.
"Please, don't go." She lifted her head and looked at Link, the sight of the blood coming from everywhere made her nauseous. "Please, without you… I have nothing left, no where to go, just an empty shadow trapped in your world of light without any reason! You can't go!"
"This moment was chosen by the goddesses, it has happened for a reason. You must let me go." He gathered all his might and smiled slightly, before long, his smile turned into a cold frown. "Midna, you need to-"
"What?" Her tears flowed quickly as his blood did.
"L-Leave" his words were no more than a faint whisper, his eyes closed, and Midna did not hear him. His worried and upset expression relaxed into one more peaceful.
"Link? What do you need to tell me? Link! Wake up!" She shook his dead body and cried violently. "Link, get up!" She turned quickly, moving her helmet out of her face, seeing a shadow figure, she looked closer. "Link?" Her tears had blurred her vision. She could see the obvious figure of Link, but she missed the wicked dagger it clutched it its hand. She squinted and soon let out a shrill shriek, so sad and terrifying that it was blood-curdling. The shadow had thrust the cold dagger clean through her chest. She looked back at Link's pale, dead face on last time, dying on his chest. The shadow left the two dead bodies; satisfied, it merely walked away with nothing but a malicious laugh.