Ganondorf
The word "Triforce" has not been spoken aloud. But all who have come know exactly what the word entails.
All who have received such a precious gift now stand in a great field. A battle, the likes of which can only be repeated after cycles of generations, has just ended, the victor's sword stained black and embedded in the enemy's chest. But his life does not end: it is, miraculously, attached to the soul of the very being he sold his own to.
"Do not think this ends here," he snarls, grimacing at the pain emanating from the sword.
Even though the final blow has been struck, a battle within him has begun; the Master Sword clings to its last shred of light, defying the Demon King his sole desire: to make the sacred sword become his, even in his dying moments.
The sword throbs, trying desperately to purify his evil soul, so as not to succumb to its darkness.
"Fool," Ganondorf mutters. "The history of light and shadow will be written in blood!"
But the words only he can hear, pulsing through his mind… The Goddesses grant me a flame… to banish the evil residing within you…
The beat pulses once more… and stops as the Triforce of Power fades from his hand. The sword has won.
Help me, Ganondorf pleads to his god. Save me!
Without…your…power…you…are…nothing.
His eyes roll into the back of his head. The tiny thread of life he has clung to this entire time has been severed.
Link
Have I just killed a man?
The thought passes fleetingly. This was no man. This was a monster.
The sun sets behind him. Or has it just frozen? The state between day and night, light and darkness…
He turns his head to the west. That is Twilight. I understand now…
Something changes in the air. Light pervades his senses as the spirits of the land join together…
And illuminate a certain selfless imp.
Link's breath catches. He sprints, shocked that he can still move his legs, to the speck on the horizon.
But something is off. The closer he gets to the figure, the taller it grows, shaping itself to look almost…
Human.
Link stops. It can't be…
Midna smiles; a genuine smile, completely different from the impish smirks he usually received.
"What? Say something!" She grins. "Am I so beautiful you've no words left?"
And then Link smiles back.