The Reason He Fights

Chapter 1

Link gasped as Ganondorf's blade slashed through his side. The pain was overwhelming and he dropped his guard for a second too long as a second blow pierced the shoulder of his sword arm. The Master Sword fell to ground with a clinging sound. Link instinctively raised his other hand to the wound, bringing the Hylian shield in front of his body. The Evil Lord laughed as he rammed the hilt of his huge sword into the shield. The young man cried out, arm bones breaking despite their steeled protection. Link fell to his knees, light headed from the blood lost and from the pain and frowned, wondering where he had gone wrong. Wasn't he prepared enough for that fight? As he breathed deeper, trying to calm down the surge of panic stirring inside of him, Link choked and started to cough up blood. The world seemed to darken slowly and the blond Ordonian curled forward, searching desperately for air. The last thing he remembered after was Ganondorf laughter and Midna's screams.


Only the Goddesses knew only she had been able to fend off Ganondorf's attacks long enough to warp out of the castle. With Zelda gone, Midna had brought Link to the only place she knew where he could be healed. Now the only two things she wished for was to make it in time...and to not scare the petty humans away with her appearance.
Renado woke up quickly to Ilia's screams. Grabbing a torch, he ran to the young woman's bedside. She was white as a ghost, gasping slightly, eyes wide-open, frozen in fear. The Shaman looked over to where her gaze was locked and gasped himself too. But what made his heart drop to the floor was not the small odd black, white and orange creature looking back at him with one big red eye, it was the sight of the young man, easily recognizable with the green clothes, the sword and the shield. Trying not to sound too alarmed despite the growing pool of blood beneath the boy, Renado turned to Ilia:

"Quickly child, go wake up the Gorons of the village and bring back as much hot spring water as you can."

Ilia nodded, jumping out of bed and running fast into the cold night to do as asked. In the mean time, Renado picked up Link from the floor and somehow felt relieved as the young man groaned, the pain of being lifted up cutting through his unconsciousness. The Shaman started to undress Hyrule's Last Hope, sizing the awful state he was in. The wounds by themselves were not mortal ones, but the young man had so many, not counting old infected, badly healed ones, that Renado seriously feared for Link's life.

The door of the hut opened with a crash as Ilia ran back in, three Gorons following her, each carrying huge clay jar on their shoulders, undoubtedly filled with spring water. They set the jars by the bed, and walked out, already going back to the springs for more. Despite the tears running down on her cheeks as she felt the situation sink in, Ilia went to the cupboard and brought back clean white linens. Midna silently watched as both the Shaman and Link's childhood friend dipped the cloths in water before softly cleaning the blond's wounds. She looked away, ashamed of being part of the reason for the caked blood they were washing away, missing the healing properties of the water. She looked up to catch Ilia's slightly scared stare at her and, feeling somehow unwelcomed at the moment, the Twili turned around and disappeared from the hut, only to reappear outside. She sat on the railing of the balcony and looked up at the sky, lit ablaze by the sunrise. The yellow light reminded her so much of her home that she had to bite her lower lip to keep the tears from falling on her cheeks.

"Stupid fragile humans..." she muttered, not really thinking it, not really feeling better from saying it out loud either.


AN: I'd like to extend my sincere apologies to you all wonderful readers for the very screwed-up layout of this fic. It seems that I suck greatly at htmHELL formating, aka WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SCREW UP MY PRETTY INITAL LAYOUT Thank you very much.

Reviews and constructive feedback is very much welcome.

Beta-read by the wonderful Melanie. Thanks again sweetie