(Seperation Line)
Link walked on for what seemed like hours, treading over the sand at a rather swift pace. No matter how much time passed, it seemed as if the spire in the distance never got any closer. The desert was far larger than he had expected, although he thought he should have known such a thing already, from the same source as all the other knowledge he now had about the area. The heat of the sun was beginning to take its toll on him, and even as it was setting, the temperature never decreased.
Even in his light shirt and pants, he was sweating profusely. Each step seemed to add more weight to his shoulders and more heat to his body, until he finally decided to stop and rest. There were flat rocks all across the landscape, all of them a different size. He chose a larger one and put himself down on it, laying on his back and basking in the sun. When he wasn't moving, the heat of that star was relaxing to his exhausted body, and he quickly lost himself in sleep.
He had another dream, but this time it was not of darkness. In his dream, he saw what looked like himself adorned in the clothes of the hero, much like those worn by the shadow he had fought, but the color was green as opposed to black. He was also holding the Master Sword and a metal shield decorated with multiple symbols of the Kingdom of Hyrule. He saw that figure in his dream, and suddenly he was filled with confidance.
At that point, he woke himself out of his sleep to find that the sun had set and the spire he sought had almost vanished from view. Cursing himself for letting exhaustion interfere with his journey, he set out toward the faint form of the rocky protrusion. The desert was still blazing hot, although he had heard that desert nights should be freezing. Perhaps this was an abnormal occurence, set up by his invisible enemy?
No, it must be the work of the Great Fairy. She wouldn't want to waste her valuable time on someone too weak to cross a desert. She was picky about those she gave audience to, and usually only appeared to a mortal when the situation was grave indeed. He thought back on the form of the light spirit, and gulped as he realized that the Great Fairy was likely even more powerful and awe inspiring. He didn't know if he was truly worthy of coming face to face with her, much less asking for her help.
He looked at the back of his hand, the symbol of the Triforce still glowing strong. It was something that gave him a sense of importance, and it washed away any doubts about his worth. He was destined to seek her out, and she was destined to tell him all that she knew. He didn't like destiny; It seemed to know more about him than he did. It seemed to foretell all of the happenings in his life before he could do them. 'Why bother living my own life if the course of it is set in stone?' He wondered, still walking at a fair pace through the searing hot sand.
He finally thought the spire was getting closer, the faint image of it in the night growing a small bit larger. 'I was destined to lose my village, destined to become some all important hero.' He continued his thoughts, the spire growing closer as he did so. 'And I am destined to confront an all powerful evil in the most important battle of all time.' He sighed, but continued walking along, finding a small comfort in the sound of his own thoughts as he tread the lonely desert.
'I hate destiny.' And with that final thought, he almost walked face first into the spire he had spent so much time travelling toward.
(To Grindol)
All of his magic was not enough, he could not find a way to top his last creation. He had been a fool to propose it to his Master, and spent a large amount of his free time regretting the opening of his mouth. "I should have stood my ground and taken the abuse. Now I have promised something I cannot deliver." He crossed his bony arms across his chest and sighed down at the summoning circle on the ground. "I am too exhausted to use any more powerful magic...I need rest, but I doubt the Master would accept that."
Sulking, he paced side to side in his chamber, thinking on his options. "I could fake a heart attack, and perhaps gain a bit more time to rest. No, the Master would slay me for incompetence, regardless of whether or not he knew it was not true." Scratching his balding head, he wondered further, pushing up the magical form of his enchanted bifocals. As a regular man, he would have died decades ago from wear and tear, but through magic he had kept himself alive and rather healthy for far longer than a mortal should. Perhaps that is what impressed his Master so much.
Sometimes, though, Grindol wished he had just let himself die. True, he did enjoy the work he did at times, and his nature was enough to drive him from one creation to the next just to watch the destruction that resulted from it. But if he had let himself die, he would not have a biting feeling in the back of his head that he would not have a quick death. He would be tortured slowly by either Ganondorf or Link, both of them having some sort of agenda against him. In all honesty, he would rather it be Link. He seemed to be more of an efficient killer.
Ganondorf was the most sadistic madman Grindol had ever had the displeasure of meeting. If a servant even so much as looked at him incorrectly, the screams of agony would last well into the morning after. It was harsh on his old nerves to hear such pain, knowing that one true mistake could put him in that position. Even if he could find a way to kill himself through his magic, Ganondorf would be able to supress it. To be denied the right to a peaceful death...That's something Grindol didn't want to know of. He set himself back to his work, trying in vain to access more powerful magic for his creation.
(Back to Link)
As he looked up the side of the spire, he saw how truly massive it was. He could hardly see the top of it from where he stood, and gulped as he realized the truth. "She must be on the top of it." Looking to his hand for reassurance, he was met by the glow of the Triforce once more. Taking a deep breath, he found a handhold and began climbing.
With his inherited strength, climbing was not difficult. He was moving at a pace that most monkeys would be envious of, grabbing foothold after handhold after foothold, making his way up the spire as if he were born to scale it. And perhaps he was, seeing as how destiny had gotten him this far on faith alone. It wasn't long before the top of the spire was in reach, and he found himself putting his hand on the ledge that signified the top.
Link paused for a moment, wondering if he should lift himself up the rest of the way, wondering if he was prepared to be faced by the Great Fairy herself. Taking one last deep breath, he hoisted himself up to the flattened top of the spire. As he looked around, he saw a pool of water inches deep and a mere ten feet across. There was a cloud of light energy, so it seemed, and he took a few steps toward it, tilting his head as if anticipating a trap of some kind.
As he set foot in the water, a blinding light flashed, and in place of the light energy he saw the form of a young woman. Her hair was past her shoulders, and green in color. She wore a silken gown, covering her body loosely, provoking no vulgar thoughts in his mind despite her immense beauty. Her ethereal wings extended from her back through the gown, and he found himself admiring them above all else. They didn't seem to exist in the mortal plane, and yet their slow movements kept the woman suspended a few inches out of the water.
She spoke, her voice even more musical and angelic than the light spirit. It made Link's mind feel as if it were being tickled, and he found himself lost in her words. "Welcome, young Link, to the Great Fairy's Spring. I am the Great Fairy, and I know why you have come." She stopped her wings' motion and set herself into the shallow water, her bare feet causing no ripples as she landed. "For the record, my dear boy, I despise destiny as well." She let herself smile, an expression that made Link gulp.
The young boy didn't dare open his mouth, standing only a few feet away from the Great Fairy herself. She seemed to sense his discomfort and spoke again. "Do not worry, dear Link, you're more than welcome to be here. Speak when you wish to speak, I am not going to judge you." She giggled a little bit. Her mannerisms were more reminiscent of a young girl than an all powerful being. He felt a bit more at ease, now, opening his mouth to speak.
"You hate destiny...But it is what brought me here." He tried his best to look confident, though still uneasy in the presence of one of the most powerful beings in existence. He stood straight, but trembled a bit, especially after the Fairy took a few steps toward him, feet still causing no ripples in the waters. She stopped mere inches from him, revealing her to be a few inches taller than he was. She examined him closely, which made Link even more uncomfortable. He heard that musical giggle once more.
"Link, destiny fortells that you will lose your battle with the ultimate evil. That is precisely why I cannot accept it. You are my hero, the one I have counted on for centuries. You have had many forms, each of them containing great power. But now, you have broken the barrier between you and your former selves. In essence, you're every one of my heroes at once. Allow me to fully awaken you, my dearest Link." The Great Fairy put her pointer finger to Link's forehead, and suddenly he knew her words were true.
A light engulfed the nervous youth, and any doubt he had about his power was erased in a flash. He felt even more powerful than ever, feeling and seeing every single detail that any of the previous heroes had ever known. He suddenly felt more than confident in his chances; He was entirely certain that he would be able to crush the evil of this land once more. He was no longer Link the ranch hand; he was Link, the Hero of Time. The former boy no longer existed, being overtaken by himself as a true force of good.
The light of the Triforce shone even brighter, and as the light that was engulfing him faded, Link found himself to be dressed in his old clothing. The green tunic covered his body once more, fitting like a glove even after so much time lying dormant. He looked at himself and found a smile forming on his lips. "It will be an honor to serve you again...And I shall prove destiny wrong, just as you want me to." He reached onto his back and pulled out the Master Sword, finding his trusty Hylian Shield on his back as well. Reaching around his body, he found other pieces of missing equipment: His bow, hookshot, and magical bomb bag, capable of storing dozens of explosives in very little space.
He put his sword back into its sheathe, and cracked his neck. The Great Fairy was smiling proudly. "Welcome back, dearest Link. I'm counting on you one final time, and then you shall be granted the rest you deserve." She put both slender hands on his cheeks and planted a motherly kiss on his forehead. "Destroy the evil once more, so that all of this world may know peace once and for all. Can you do that for me?" She took her hands off his face and smiled further, noting his increased confidence. She knew that her beloved hero was back, and she knew that destiny could not deny her the feeling of satisfaction. She knew that no evil could overpower the force known as Link. She vanished once more, becoming a faint image of dust and dancing lights.
Link looked out over the desert and smiled, feeling at home once more as he got used to his body again. He leapt off the spire in a swan dive and let himself feel the hot desert air rush past him, falling rapidly down the massive length of the cliff. As he opened his eyes and saw the ground quickly approaching, he drew his hookshot and fired it into the spire, getting caught by the chain and swinging hard toward the rocky wall. He put out his legs to catch himself against the firm surface, releasing the chain and flipping backward to land flat on his feet. He put the hookshot back into its place on his belt.
"Now...Where should I go to find him?" He wondered aloud, walking through the desert with his hand on his chin, thinking about all the things he had experienced before this point. He remembered the village, and Renaldo, and his previous encounters, but it all seemed as if he were a mere child when they occured. He felt confident and far more secure in his powers. After all, he has always had them. At least, that was the way it felt.
(To Ganondorf)
The dark man smiled, his helmet removed to reveal his unnaturally dark skin and orange hair. "Yes, Hero. Think long and hard." Ganondorf looked to his own hand, seeing the Triforce glowing on his hand. This time, however, there were two segments giving out light. He had in his possession both power and wisdom. He admired the shape of the triforce on his hand, thinking once more about the luck his family had in the past.
His door creaked open, on the side of public access. A small man in a scholarly robe poked his head in, and spoke with absolute loyalty. "My King, the time to address your people has arrived." Ganondorf nodded once to the man, and gave him the signal to leave the room. "Yes, my liege." He bowed low, and made his presence unknown to his King.
Yes, Ganondorf's lineage had done very well for themselves in the past generations. They had gone to far as to inherit the throne of Hyrule through marriage. Ganondorf was already the king of the land he sought to destroy, and no Hero would dare try to assassinate the king. He would have the pleasure of his guards bringing the boy to his chamber, and delivering the final blow himself. He could see it now...
(Ending Line)
ZOMG PLOT TWIST! This is where the complications arise and the plot gets a bit deeper.
