Inner Monologue
The king could not believe these mere children were putting him on the ropes, it reminded him of older times. He blocked as the green clad child brought his sword swinging down, making sure to watch for the princesses light arrows.
He flashed back to the time before this, in Hyrule. Flames spurting up all around, created by he himself. The master sword resting behind the wall of flames. he had thought he was going to win but the princess had helped the hero in the last minute and he had been beaten.
He looked at the small hero before him, and saw his old enemy. He grinned at this and looked at the princess. He brought a sword up to deflect a light arrow aimed towards his side.
He was older, his strength not what it used to be. His breathing a bit taxed as he jumped towards link, bringing his twin swords down, only to be blocked by the holy blade. Gritting his teeth he jumped back.
'I haven't had a fight like this since the last hero.' he thought watching the movements of the other two now.
He was poised, ready to strike. he knows even if he wins and wishes Hyrule back from the ocean surface, that did not mean the inhabitants too would be reborn. He knew the gerudo he led were gone. He knew the population would not magically be restored like that. For him this wasn't for what it was for in the past. This was bitterness, an old man grasping at what little he had left to claim of his old ambitions.
He coveted that wind, and to this day still wanted to make it his, even if the only reason why now was self satisfaction. He knew though by how this fight was going he probably would not win, and this outcome too was fine. He would either get at least a shadow of what his dream had once been or he would finally rest.
At least that is how it would have gone had that foolish king of Hyrule not ruined everything. Wishing for a future for those two. He no longer had even the chance to gain a shadow of the wish he held. Thanks to that man he no longer had a chance at even a hollow resemblance of that satisfaction. His plans lay in ruins just as his legacy at the bottom of the watery void.
His blood boiled, reminded of old times like this 'Either way this fight goes, it doesn't matter anymore.' the king thought as he slashed at the hero. Too preoccupied with him he was hit by a light arrow and shocked, now open for link to slash away at him. He took the blows as they came since he could not do much else in this state and the moment he regained feeling in his limbs and jumped back 'One more hit like that and I won't be the one making it out of this.' He growled looking at the two of them. He sighed readying his swords, he knew he wouldn't make it out of this as he saw the hero jump into the air with speed he had not yet seen, stabbing the gem in his forehead, the sword delving into his skull. His world went black.