Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Zelda, or any of the characters used in this fic. They all belong to Nintendo, and the respective creators. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
No Power Here
A/N: Prompt given by a friend: "Fear does not have any special power unless you submit to it." - Les Brown
Backed into a corner again, beaten and battered, he is certain that this is it, that the legend of the Hero in green will end with him, the boy who failed Hyrule. It has all been child's play up until this, cuttinng down goblins and Skulltulas, foul beasts within dungeon bottoms. But this befoulment, this being before him, defies all that.
Such fear was instilled in his bones, the sort that could never be cleansed from his soul. A possessed princess, brought to safety, and a Gerudo turned to the epitome of death, ravaging his weary, broken body.
A moment of rest, a final chance for peace, comes to him as Link allows himself to slump against the wall. There are no more fairies, no cures, and he is running out of stamina. Out the window his blue gaze turns, as if to bid the wide world goodnight for the last time. They stare at him, unblinking, the stars high up in the heavens, the home of the goddesses. Perhaps they aren't stars, but eyes through which the creators of this world watch as it turns. Portals through which they guide those who would protect rather than destroy.
And, in this moment, he can hear them: He has no power here.
Link stands, blood wiped from his forehead, poised and at the ready. Death will not wait for him to be ready. It will not be considerate of his injuries, or even fair when it arrives to take him. Death will be cruel, swift, relentless in its final assault. He can see it in the beast's eyes, like fire sweeping across the plains.
Here, he faces death. And here he must strike it down.