"Link." A single sparkling tear made its way down the Twilight Princess' face, slipping off her cheek to drift in front of her, bobbing ever so slightly. Link, his smile starting to fade, was about to ask his friend what was wrong when she continued where she had trailed off. "I..." Reaching out a hand, she gently pushed the tear toward the mirror. "See you later." Link could tell that there was definitely something wrong.
He and Princess Zelda gasped when they heard a crackling sound, turning to find that the tear had met the mirror. Link gasped again, with more than a hint of panic, as he turned back around to watch the Twilight Princess as she ran lightly up the glowing white steps that had appeared, her simple dress and cloak trailing after her. In that moment, as the first cracks spread across the mirror's polished surface, so did those same flaws appear in Link's heart and soul. Unable to figure out what was happening, and yet already whispering the answer in the darkest corners of his mind, he watched his twilight girl, his Midna, smile sadly as she started to disappear. He watched as she was carried away, desperately trying to catch one last glimpse of her before she vanished completely into the portal of endless rings, into infinity it seemed, leaving him to sink into oblivion. Seconds later, as the mirror shattered and the portal faded away, leaving a huge slab of unyielding stone where moments before there had been endless promise and joy, he knew with terrible certainty that his adventure was over, and he no longer cared that his heart lay in glittering fragments along with the Mirror of Twilight.
Zelda could offer no words of comfort to Link as her suspicions were confirmed, and the Twilight Princess broke the only connection between the two realms. She understood completely though, as this prevented the two worlds from harming each other inadvertently. She also understood just how painful it had to be for Midna and Link; she could only hope that he, too, would come to understand Midna's decision with time.
The green-clad hero slowly shuffled over small mounds of sand, making his way up onto the small platform; he came to a stop next to where the mirror had stood, his boots crunching shards of the once powerful magical artifact. As the wind hummed mournfully through the tall pillars of that place, he merely gazed at the space that Midna had last occupied, as if he could call her back through sheer willpower alone. He finally turned to the mirror stand, and, seeing a glittering object at its base, bent down to find the tear that had destroyed his heart. Next to it was the largest shard of the mirror left, only measuring five inches in length, and having edges as sharp as his grief as he gripped it and the tear tightly in shaky hands.
