The Master Sword felt heavy in my tight grasp. My palms were so sticky with sweat I considered taking off my gloves. The fate of all of Hyrule rested on the shoulders of one seventeen year old farm boy. Me. What if I was killed? What if as soon as I opened that door, he hit me with dark magic, and I was killed in an instant? Hyrule would be reduced to nothing! If I won, what would happen to Midna when the last bit of Twilight was dispelled from Ganondorf's body? I slowly walked up the stairs, savoring what may've been one of my last moments…
I reached for the handle of the door, but stopped myself. I just couldn't make myself do it. I turned and looked out on Hyrule Field, the view was great, and the rain had stopped. I breathed in the fresh air, and watched as my life flashed before my eyes; Ordon. Epona. Herding goats. Watching the young ones. Rusl. Ralis. Ilia. Becoming a wolf. Meeting Zelda. Reuniting the fused shadows. Finding the pieces of mirror. Defeating Zant. Midna. Midna. I'd miss her odd headpiece and high pitched laugh… What would happen when this was over? Would I ever be a wolf again…?
I breathed in one last breath of the crisp afternoon air, it felt great. I adjusted the Master Sword in my grasp, once again staring at the ornate handle to the large door in front of me. This time, I was ready. I let out a large breath that I hadn't realized I was holding, swung the door open, and stepped into the throne room of Hyrule Castle.