Calamity Ganon circled Hyrule Castle, tendrils of dark magic lashing out every so often as the Blood Moon rose once again. Feeling a pulse of the bearer of Wisdom's power, it roared loudly, sending shockwaves through the castle grounds. The ancient guardians seemingly powered off the moment and returned quickly to power, scanning the nearby areas they were situated in.
Off the in the distance, a small figure stood on a Sheikah tower. With Master Sword and Hylian Shield in hand, the small hero had a fierce look in his bright blue eyes. It wouldn't be long now; the Divine Beasts were all back in order and prepared to fire upon the first opening provided by the bearer of Courage.
Despite Courage being seemingly at its' doorstep, Ganon did nothing to stop him. No, let the little hero think he had a chance at winning this, let the hero continue to play pretend for a while longer. The Great Calamity would not fall to him again, this would be his last reincarnation and he would win once and for all; Hyrule would be his.
The Calamity softly growled and returned to aimlessly circling the castle, easily floating up to the tallest tower, even higher than that of the princess' tower. An impenetrable bubble of dark magic surrounded the top of the tower, ensuring the lone being inside would be untouched by man and monster alike.
Inside the tower was a quaint room with rotted furniture and cobwebs growing freely throughout, hanging from the ceiling and broken glass windows. The once perfectly-embroidered curtains had succumbed to time, falling apart and withering into nothing. The soft, plush rugs too had unraveled and dust had gathered in the very threads.
In the center of the room, a large, comfortable bed stood. Four tall posts held up the silk curtains and dark magic swirled through the fabric, creating a soft breeze for the lone inhabitant of the bed and keeping time from affecting it. The pillows stayed soft and plush, the colorful blankets never lost their color and even stayed on the bed despite the constant moving of the woman.
Hyrule Castle was empty of any human beings; even the princess fought from beyond the realm of life. The long living woman had been cursed to an endless sleep. However, she did not age, nor die from lack of nutrition. No, the beast kept her alive and healthy with its' own magic even if it did not know why.
Turning its' gaze inward, the beast focused on the woman. Her skin still looked as soft as the day she fell into her endless sleep and her hair repeatedly tangled itself as she tossed and turned. Even the clothes she wore - a simple pair of Gerudo pants and a buttoned-up vest - were untouched by time.
A hundred years passed and the beast continued to keep her alive, to keep her from dying and even aging. A small part of it often wondered why, but it was hardly any strain on its' magic reserves to keep her alive and well. The woman only knew healing magic which was useless to such a being as itself.
The beast softly growled and formed a spear of dark magic, pointing the tip to her bare throat. It would be easy and clean, to simply run her through and be done with that questioning part. It would even make it swift and painless, letting the woman die while trapped inside her own mind and not feel anything.
Moments passed and Calamity Ganon did nothing, the spear never moved to end her. No, instead it dissipated into a swirl of ashes which disappeared before they touched her skin. She deserved more than a death such as that.
The beast stared and let two tendrils of dark magic swirl, wrapping around her head and allowing it to enter her mind. During her endless sleep, she did not dream like a normal person would. Her dreams were simply her living a normal life with a man or spending her time with her friends, they were nothing fanciful or wonderous. No, they were average and yet still comforting.
Tonight, she dreamt she was laying across the back of a large, Gerudo man as he read through several papers. She worked on braiding locks of his long, red hair into smaller braids and would let them loose to brush through it again. The man under her looked perfectly content, relaxed, even.
The woman was happy, her soft smile ever-present in these dreams. Never did she have a nightmare or did anything sad happen. No, the beast made quite sure she was always happy. Even if he did not know why.
Leaving her dream, the beast stared as the woman breathed a sigh of content as she rolled onto her stomach. Almost mindlessly, the beast adjusted the blanket with a tendril of magic and gently trailed it against her cheek. It fell silent as the woman mumbled incoherently and brushed a piece of her hair back before disappearing to return to its' aimless circling.
No, the beast did not know why it kept her alive. Perhaps it was simply feelings from its' past life or a lingering memory of her. But it did not want to see her life end, it did not want to be slain, either. For if it was slain, it would no longer be able to watch over and protect her. And failing to protect her would be his greatest defeat.