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Prologue
It had all happened so suddenly. They had been fighting. The rain had been pouring. And he'd been tired. Goddesses he'd been tired. Everything ached. Link felt more than a bit sick when he felt his blade pierce Ganondorf's skin. He had killed things before, but somehow this seemed different. He heard the Gerudo let out an unearthly scream, a scream of a dying man. "Do not think this ends here," his hate-filled eyes met Link's. "The history of light and shadow will be written in blood!" The Hero watched as Ganondorf died, and felt guilty at the relief he felt.
What seemed an eternity later, the barricade had disappeared. Only then did he realize he was bleeding. "You're hurt," Zelda approached him. Link glanced down. His tunic was slashed, blood soaking through it. None of that was important. He needed to find her. He started to move forward, but the Princess tried to stop him. "Link," she said softly. He shook his head and looked at something in the distance. Something hopeful. Her.
Despite his injuries, he ran to her, stopping only to marvel at the spirits over her. The spirits, he hoped, that would bring her back to him. Though the form seemed different, he knew it had to be her. The other Twili beings had gone from the world of the Light. He watched her turn, her face more radiant, her form more pure than the imp form Zant had cursed her with. "What?" she spoke at last. "Say something," her voice was more regal than he had remembered. "Am I so beautiful that you've no words left?"
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. To hug her or remain where he stood. So he smiled, and he stared. He ignored the growing dark spot in his vision, finally consuming his sight as he fell to the ground.