Author's Note: This segment is dedicated to Princess Zelda-figure skater, for giving me the idea. But this will be the last update. Sorry guys, but it's the way it has to be. I wish it was otherwise. Oh and please review. Thank you.

The Saddest Day in Hyrule

Epilogue:

It was a month after Link and I had laid together. It had been so amazing, but it just made me miss him even more.

"What are you thinking about?" Impa asked.

Impa had been taking care of me for as long as I could remember. She was one of the few people I could talk to about Link, and have her not laugh in my face. She knew there were such things as people coming back from the dead even if it was just for one night. Her dead husband did the same for her. The Goddesses let him since they knew he would not be able to rest until he had seen her one last time.

"About Link," I answered honestly. "I know he's gone, but it still feels like he's with me."

"I know what you mean," she agreed.

"By the way," I added, "I'm late."

"No!" Impa cried out.

"Yes," I said. "I've been meaning to ask you, but could you check for me?"

"Of course," Impa answered. She bent her head over my stomach and passed her hand over it. She frowned, and a second later, she gasped.

"What!" I said.

"It's true," she answered. "You're pregnant."

"What!" I cried out.

"Yes, with twins," Impa added. "A boy and a girl."

Ten Years Later:

"Zelda!" I called out to my daughter. She was sitting in the garden, in front of her father's gravestone.

When I had the twins, I named the boy Link, after his father, and Zelda, after me. I knew it was kind of foolish of me to do so, since it could remind me about what we could have been, but that was why I gave the boy to an old couple who lived apart from the castle and village. I know it sounded harsh, but I just didn't want to be reminded about him. It just hurt too much to think about him. I didn't know how I could stand it anymore.

"Zelda!" I called again.

I went into the garden, and saw her. She was crying on her knees, saying something.

"Dad, I never knew you," she said. "I wish I could. All I have is just one picture that is faded, and Mom won't talk about you. Something about how it hurts too much. I don't understand. She sent my brother away because he reminded her so much about you. I tried talking to her, but I can't get across to her how I feel. I wish you could tell her how much you love her, just once. She really needs it."

As I heard this, I cried. I ran back inside, forgetting that it was about to be dinner time, and ran to my room-the place where we had lain together. It was still the same way as it was that night, except for the fading paint on the walls.

I cried in my bed, wishing I could get over him. But I just loved him too much.

I didn't know how long I stayed like that, but I heard a knock on my door. "Mom?"

It was my daughter. "Come in honey," I said.

She opened the door, and ran to my bed. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"Nothing," I lied. "Go get ready to eat dinner."

"We've already eaten," she told me. "It's almost eleven."

"Okay, go to bed sweetie," I replied.

"Okay," she returned. She left the room, and I laid there in my bed.

Zelda.

"Who's there?" I called out.

Don't you remember me? You said you would remember me.

"Link?"

Ahh. I'm glad you remember now. Tell our daughter about us. About me. About my death and how I defeated Ganon, and saved you. And how you and I fell in love.

"But will she want to listen?"

She just wants to learn about us, about our lives before she was a part of it. Before I died. She would love to learn more about us.

"But how can I tell her about the way that you died!"

She can take it. Trust me.

"I always have," I said.

Then do it. I love you.

"I love you too, Link."

"And so he died in my arms. It was the worst time of my life," I finished. Zelda was sitting in my lap, and I had just told her about Link and me, and how we fell in love.

"The funeral was held a week later and everyone and I mean everyone was there to pay their respects to the Hero of Time," I added. "It made me so proud of him."

"So how were we born?" Zelda asked.

"I'll tell you that when you're old enough," I answered.

"Aww come on!" she said.

"No," I replied firmly.

"Okay," she returned meekly.

I pulled her into a hug, and I felt tears run down my face. It hurt so much. It was so hard to live without him. I didn't know how much more I could take.

I stood on the balcony, looking over Kokiri forest, and thought about the forest boy that had shown up to free me from my cell in my castle all those years ago. As I looked down, I swear that I could see a faint image of a boy walking up to the castle doors, smiling.

Just to clarify, this is what happens to Link... The boy that was seen at the end, was Link's ghost. He had been finally put to rest, knowing that Zelda was going to get through her life. Zelda was seeing a vision, about what might have been. Thank you GEMSeer for asking the question!