Wrong
Link is wrong, sometimes. But he does not admit that, always. He never ever does say any misjudging, misconstruing on his part. He is (and always was, will, has been)—
The Knight.
Come to save her. Her, the Princess.
And this time, he is thinking he has failed. And this time, he is thinking it is all in vain. Everything, from the start to now: from then, to who-knows-how. But he is defeated.
'Cause she is gone. Petrified, terrified, turned to stone, and does not smile.
And suddenly, there's this wave of wrath and flurried action, and suddenly, Link is ready. To fight.
But now, he can't be sure just who he's supposed to fight. The swords are clashing (and there's this funny black ball, fat and squat—scowling heavily). And then he remembers that Zelda's still just a statue.
A/N: I can't believe I wrote fanfic for Brawl. It's a good game though...