So... Hello everyone, this is a one shot that I just wanted to write, pretty self explanatory. There might be a few errors, and I am sorry if there are. Anyways, this is about the canon ending to Skyward Sword. I hated the ending, so in my story "Legend Of Fi" this ending will not happen. I just felt like writing about Link after Fi went into the sword. So, let me know what you think, because, really, it only takes five seconds to review.
UPDATE: I just made this less of a wall of text and fixed some spelling and tense errors. I did change some of the end, too.
UPDATE TWO: Thank you to Waffleface, who pointed out I had a few incomplete sentences. I've fixed those and improved my use of tense and grammar.
He comes every day.
Every day to the temple where his companion lay in rest. Every day to where she eternally sleeps, guarding inside her the evil that has plagued the land. Every day to see her, with hope in his eyes he walks to the temple, wondering if the evil is gone, if the spirit can return to him.
Every day he comes home sad, with the light gone from his eyes. His friend will not come today, tomorrow, or the next day. She will sleep for eons, guarding the Master Sword and the evil it holds.
She holds inside her a tiny scrap of human emotion; one that influences everything except her duties to Hylia. That scrap of emotion is love and friendship, but also loss at her having left her Master. She will aide the generations of green-clad heroes and the princesses they rescue, all named after their ancestors who saved the world that the young heroes walk upon.
The voice, streaked black with venom, whispers in her ear. You will never leave, I will not allow it. You will never see the Hero, I will stay within you to assure you may not.
She will never leave the sword again. She cannot.
She will never see the sun, the moon, the earth, or the sky; not until Demise and his servant have gone entirely. She floats in the white void that makes up the celestial plane of the sword.
Her home.
She wanders for ages, calculating over and over the chances of her coming back to the world in time to see her Hero one time before he and his Goddess leave for heaven, a place she cannot go. She sleeps in the swords metal, thinking of the Hero whenever his presence draws near.
But soon his presence fades to once or twice a week. Then once a month. Then not at all.
She spirals into despair, and fragments into four pieces after his son dons a hat with a birds head. The son comes and goes, the Hero's grandson then appearing.
She makes him into four, green, blue, red, purple. Then they too leave her. She waits, gradually joining herself to one sword, sitting in rest at the foot of a temple, once called Sealed, now called Time.
There she is wielded by the same hands, but a child's and a man's at the same time. She is used over the centuries to repeatedly defeat a dark man, who is a descendant of the great Demise. She is again left by the descendants of Hero.
Soon she barley takes notice of the heroes that assume the responsibility of the blade, that is, until one comes to her as a wolf.
As if by a fleeting wish of fate, she is able to see yet again. What she sees is uplifting. Standing in front of her, poised to lift her prison, is a young man, most likely the Heroes descendant. Everything about them were the same. Blond hair, smiling, knowing, hardened blue eyes... Green tunic.
He lifts the sword and she sees no more. She spends the next months longing to see yet again what the surface becomes. She is able to see the desolate remains of Skyloft when the Hero travels to the sky in search of a dragon.
The Loftwings are gone, replaced by small birds. Oocca.
Her sight stays firm, and then many weeks later the evil that descends from Demise is defeated. Ganondorf will plague this world no longer. The voice whispers again in her ear. This voice is different. It is sweet, like honey, and carries the scent of forgotten memories of the past, of days spent with him.
You have served well, and now the evil is no more. You may go.
Elation. Joy. Excitement.
She is free.
She spoke in a voice long disused to the hero who stood beside a woman who looks so much like her goddess ancestor. Another woman departed. Midna. She heard the Hero use her name.
"I have helped generations of heroes defeat Demise's child, but never have they succeeded. You have, and for that I cannot thank you enough. If you wish to listen, I will tell a story. It is about this land, before anyone had dared set foot in it."
She relays her story, telling of pride and pain, of love and loss. The sun dips below the horizon, but the hero and his princess listen still. She finishes, and they are silent. The silken light of the moon falls on her, illuminating her ethereal form.
"Please tell Impa or Impaz; whatever she goes by now, that Fi thanks her, and that the evil is finally gone from the land." She looks around at the two startled faces, and then soars to heaven, at last seeing her companions again. She looks down to see a green-clad hero riding to Old Kakariko, as it is now called.
She fulfilled her duty.
The goddess had let her go.
She was free.