Word of Zant's defeat traveled quickly as reports of the Hero's return from Twilight, victorious, burned in the ears of all those in the Dark Lord's service. Many beasts fell back into obscurity, to lay low until they were sure their Master had dealt with the threat; Many more celebrated new wealth, even going so far as to praise the boy's efforts and leave him be should they see him—Thanks to Link, they could retire early, rich beyond belief for their kind. The bravest punters, who had been ostracized among their peers for such outlandish bets, had abandoned service all together, waiting for the rest of their wagers to pay off like the first and dreaming of luxurious futures.
While the legions of monsters across the land bickered and bartered, ranging from somber to jovial, for the few days after Zant's defeat, all the land fell into an anxious silence when the Hero appeared near the Western gate of Castle Town. He had crossed the desert mesas, the grand lake and the fields; Now, as the final showdown drew nigh, it seemed every man and monster alike awaited the outcome with baited breath.
The castle was not immune to this hush either, as the halls were still and no movement would be seen or heard. The beasts were on orders to hinder the Hero's advancement as much as possible; most were, for the moment, stationed in the grounds and ready to hold their positions in an ambush. The Bulbin King was leading the defense, fully intent on making a final stand against this worthy opponent, and testing the mettle of the Hero in one last duel. The boy had beaten him upon two bridges, and once more in the desert; Should he win, yet again… the Beast knew the occupation would be lost.
High above, the Dark Lord walked with a slow gait up a narrow stairwell, the slumbering Princess held safely in his arms, as if he cradled a feather. She had not been roused from her comatose state, at the mercy of her fiancé—He had taken to talking to her, enjoying the silence; He found he missed the sound of her voice though, after the two days spent waiting. Today was the third, and Ganondorf was looking forward to resuming the daily normality he and the Princess now shared. His armour shifted as he walked, the dull clink of metal echoing of the stone walls; it was a lonely journey to the very summit of the castle, where the throne—His throne—lay waiting. He was dressed to the nines, as was Zelda, with not a single hair out of place; these were the outfits required of them, identifying them as each piece on this proverbial chess board. A lot of effort had gone into making this little game appear so simple; natural. The Gods had chosen their avatars, lovingly crafted the world in which it would take place, full of prizes… and now, the final round had begun.
The Gerudo paused at the top of the winding ascent, and with no more than a glance oversaw the stairwell crumble and fall away, large chunks of stone sent tumbling down into an abyss, leaving gaping chasms in their wake. Whether he was destined to face the boy or not, he was not about to make things easier for his nemesis; If the Hero truly thought himself a worthy opponent to the King of Light and Shadow, he'd have to overcome the perilous gauntlet that was once the homely castle. With a satisfied grunt, Ganondorf turned on his heel, carrying the Princess towards the large door that led to the outside balcony and upwards to the ostentatious throne room.
With a grinding sound like that of stones scraping together, the egress gave way, and the Dark Lord stepped out into the hazy air, polluted with the smell of beasts and smoke rising up from down below. Walking across the short distance, he came to stand at the edge, overlooking the carnage that was about to take place—None of them would stand a chance against the Hero's Blade. Golden eyes scanned the barrier, near the entrance from the town, as the mark upon his hand flickered to life and confirmed the presence of Courage. Well, he thought darkly, It's about time.
A jolt of dark energy prickled his tanned skin as foreign magics began to coalesce and transform beneath, and he recognized it immediately; The fused Shadow. The Imp was showing remarkable skill in controlling it, as a demonic form took hold of her, growing rapidly in size and strength. Within moments, the Gerudo could see the mutilated Twili clearly, giant and glowing with the petty power of her tribe. It pulsed within her skin, spider-like arms gathering energy as she summoned a trident and drove it forcefully into the barrier he'd erected. Ganondorf almost lost his grip on the Princess, a magical pressure slamming into him as his own power was beaten back—The arteries in his head bulged painfully, throbbing as the force of the blow made his knees weak. He hadn't designed the barrier to withstand such a thing, and it was sapping valuable energy the longer it held against the assault. Finally he let the spell dissolve, watching as the golden prism shattered like glass to become little more than dust upon the wind; Is that all, little Imp? He thought, recovering his posture after a quick shake of his head, Impressive…But, now I know the scope of your power.
Letting out a laugh as he watched the heroic duo enter the grounds below, his gaze turned to the Princess, her head resting against his shoulder lifelessly. "Your friends seem eager to meet me, Zelda…" He chuckled, "It is such a shame that they will miss the wedding, but I have a feeling they might spoil such an occasion, anyway; Best to take them off the invitations list now and be done with it." Smirking down at the chaos unfolding in the grounds, the Gerudo turned away, climbing the steps with confidence. He was not worried; His blood flowed within Zelda's veins, allowing him to store power within her—A fail safe on which to resurrect himself so long as she lived. To kill him, as they were, she would also need to die, and Ganondorf knew that would not be a possibility. There was always the chance that something noble within the girl's mind might stir her to cut her own life short for the greater good, like she had before, but he had a plan to counter that as well.
Wherever the Dark Lord walked, a mist of shadow formed in his wake, hazing the view of the outside world as he strode across the streak of blue carpet, boot falls muffled by the still air. His gaze roamed the details of this mighty zenith, from the strong pillars lining the walls, as if holding up the heavens, to the marbled patterns washing over the floor, like lightning in grey clouds; above the throne was the emblem that joined all underneath the banner of the Gods' care—The Triforce—Surrounded by effigies of the holy sisters themselves.
Stopping short of it, standing in the middle of the expanse, the Gerudo studied the sight. Each Goddess cradled the relic with such loving protection, yet he knew this was a lie; this was merely a symbol of the Hylian's delusions, another subtle claim to be the favorite of all the Gods' children, guarded and sacred in the eyes of the Mothers. He stood in living testament to the truth of the matter—All those in the light were equal favorites, or he would not hold Din's blessing upon his hand as a Gerudo. The Hylians had held the spotlight for far too long, destroying the lives of the impoverished and downtrodden in the twisted notion that they had a holy right to do so; the most spoiled and selfish of all the Goddesses' creations.
So much of his life had been lost to them, learning their ways and bending to their expectations—everything he'd held precious of his own people and culture was slowly pushed to the wayside as he was forced to conform to their ideals. Zelda's angered words flashed through his mind, You require so much from me, to change my world views, my beliefs, my boundaries and personal treasures; all forfeit, but you are not willing to do the same in return. A sneer crossed his lips, as the fires of his rage grew from an ember to a lively blaze, staring down the impressive statue. You were no better, turning on your own people to elevate yourself, by your own confession; Her voice seared his soul, as his gaze shifted to her, still and listless in his arms. Such bitter irony, cruel and ignorant, were concealed within the words she had spoken to him that day—And she, for all her supposed Wisdom, seemed blind to it still.
Ganondorf spoke to her, though she might not hear him, his voice rough with anger and sorrow. "…I'll never forgive you." He whispered, golden eyes tracing her serene features. "You tried so hard to understand me, Zelda… But you haven't heard a word I've said; Never truly listened. You saw sketches of the world through my eyes, researched my culture, probed me for my version of history and yet, in the end, you haven't understood me at all." He sighed, shaking his head. "I never said it while you were awake… My pride wouldn't allow me to… But You and I are not that different at all; in fact, so similar are we that, had I your skin, your ears, or even your eyes, nothing would seem amiss."
Turning his eyes toward the throne once more, he gave a self depreciating chuckle. "…I told you once that I was little more Gerudo than you, and I suppose it was my own fault that you did not realize it later, when I caught you with my sketchbook… That I, Princess, am a product of your ancestral culture, and not of my own." A wry smile etched itself into his weathered features. "My hatred and greed, as I said, were my own and not shared by the Gerudo. But I failed to mention to you that those traits were taught to me, instilled, by the Hylian society I was forced to be a part of. I am the embodiment, Princess, of Hylian error, presented to you as a harsh and unfortunate truth."
The Gerudo narrowed his eyes as he focused his magic, dark crackles of shadow whipped around the necks of the effigies, like a noose for each Goddess. "… I have Din's blessing, and with it I atone for the betrayal of my people, by giving yours a taste of the sin they've wreaked for so long, unchecked. That, Zelda, is the true Will of the Goddesses."
With a sharp snapping sound, the dark bolts constricted around the marble necks, cleanly decapitating each figure; the heads scattered about the room, jousted by the force and landing to chip hard against the stone flooring. The Dark Lord glanced about, satisfied, and took a heavy step forward—In his mind, the Hylian's favor with the Gods had been cleaved. Zelda's body grew weightless in Ganondorf muscled arms, as the Gerudo watched her rise into the air, suspended in all her beauty in front of the carved relic. He smirked up at her; How peaceful she looked. "This will all be over soon, My Dear. Sleep well."
No more than an hour passed, the Hero scaling the treacherous castle with haste. The Bulbin King and his horde had defaulted, standing down to allow the 'stronger side' passage. Any loyalist minions who remained quickly found themselves busy fending off an alliance of rebels, who had joined Link in the assault, clearing the way for the boy's ascent. Between the ghosts of the fallen soldiers and the arsenal of weapons the Hero had gained on his travels, even the traps and pitfalls Ganondorf had left behind him were little more than a hindrance. As Link and his Twili companion emerged from the castle, scaling the last steps to their goal, a foul wind blew across the land, whistling within the grand archway of the throne room and giving final warning that the battle would be to the finish.
Link's pace slowed to a crawl as he crossed the threshold, vision obscured slightly by shadowed mist. Blinking against it, his steps grew cautious; Midna appeared beside him, springing from his shadow, letting her crimson gaze sweep the expansive chamber. A twinge of concern flickered on the boy's face as he noticed the severed head of one of the effigies, laying a few paces away from his feet. That can't be good, he thought, looking up to see, with some shock, Princess Zelda hanging in the air. His steely eyes widened with fleeting panic; Was she dead? His reaction must've seemed humourous, because as that moment, a foreboding chuckle rang out into the air, echoing across from the throne. Link's eyes shot towards it, instinctively taking a step forward though he was soon held back by Midna's arm; He paused, steadying himself, watching as their enemy came into focus across the bleak fog. Both of their faces settled into weary glares.
Upon the throne sat the Dark Lord, leaning on his elbow casually, resting his head upon his fist with an amused smirk. "Welcome to my castle."
Midna scowled, disgusted by the sight. Lowering her head with a vicious leer towards the Gerudo, she bore her tiny fangs. "So… You're Ganondorf." She hissed with an acidic tone.
Another dark chuckle rolled across the chamber as the Dark Lord slowly rose, gripping the sheath of a bright blade that seemed juxtaposed to him in every way. His golden eyes settled on them as he took a step forward into the light, a proud cape the colour of blood fanning out behind him. The look he cast them spoke volumes, and Link noticed, with some concern, that he clearly didn't think them a threat. A tone of ascent hummed from the Gerudo's throat, inclining his head slightly to suggest that the Imp was correct.
Look at that ego, Link thought, watching the man carefully, He's not playing around. If we're not careful, there's every chance that one of us could die…I just hope Midna doesn't try anything reckless; the Princess is in a bad way as it is. He shifted, casting the Twili a sidelong glance.
The Imp's lips cracked into a murderous smile; she couldn't wait to see the man torn limb from limb for all that he'd done. "I've been dying to meet you…" She seethed. I'm going to rip that cocky smirk right off your ugly face.
Ganondorf took a few more steps, thoroughly enjoying Midna's thinly veiled hatred of him. It was of exactly the kind that her realm had fed him, bolstering his strength and fueling his own rage by refreshing it with others'—All of it directed at the Hylian Empire and the pitiful light they championed. "Your people have long amused me, Midna…" He glanced at the Hero, before continuing. "To defy the Gods with such petty magic, only to be cast aside…" His smirk widened into a wicked smile. "…How very pathetic."
The Twili's grin faded immediately with the insult of her people, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she grit her teeth. How dare he…We'll see how pathetic you think our magics are when I get a shot in.
The look of vengeance shining in her crimson eyes was beautiful, and Ganondorf couldn't resist drawing more out of her. Yes, let all of your hatred fester and bubble to the surface, it will make your demise all the sweeter… "Pathetic as they were, though, they served me well. Their anguish was my nourishment." He gestured a hand toward her, "Their hatred bled across the void and awakened me… I drew deep of it and grew strong again." His fist closed as he visualized the memory, feeling that strength pulsing fresh in his veins; true power… Her own people had provided the fuel for her downfall, and he could imagine how much that hurt the prideful Twili.
He chuckled to himself, sending her a condescending look. "Your people had some skill, to be sure… but they lacked true power." He even feigned pity for her, his rich voice dripping with it as he paced to the side. His golden gaze wandered to Zelda, held above him still; a fleeting shimmer of respect in his eyes. "…The kind of absolute power that those chosen by the Gods wield." He smiled to himself, turning back to face the heroic duo.
Holding up his fist, the Holy mark resonated, shining through as evidence of his claim. "He who wields such power would make a suitable King for this world, don't you think?" A vicious grin split his lips as he said it. Rhetorical, little Imp, but you'll answer it anyway…Won't you? Always did have to get the last word…But not this time.
Right on the mark, Midna scoffed, her temper getting the better of her judgment. "Ha! Such conceit!" She chided, sneering at him with distaste.
Link, however, took note of the mark with some interest. Like Zelda and I, He is blessed as well…It is just as the Sages said; a divine prank. But how is such a thing even possible?
The Imp was shocked at the audacity of the Dark Lord, not taking notice of Link's concern; Was the man honestly so delusional to think he could just bat them away like insects? She settled some, reigning in her temper—He was too confident, something wasn't right here. Slowly, she continued, "…But if you are one of the chosen wielders of power, as you claim…" She spat scornfully, gesturing her arms with a definitive motion, "Then I will risk everything to deny you."
Ganondorf cocked a brow at her declaration, an amused smirk playing on his lips. She had changed vastly from the selfish, single minded Twili he had first seen; The Hero seemed to have done quite a number on her… He was going to enjoy tearing the friends apart. "Shadow has been moved by light, it seems…" He chuckled darkly, sending her a wicked and knowing grin. "…How amusing."
Taking a breath, he raised his hand, beckoning the challenge. "Very well… Deny me then." He said nonchalantly, turning his gaze to Zelda. "Yes… Try to deny me… You and your little friend…"
Midna blanched, sensing the intent as the Gerudo peered up at Zelda's unmoving form. If that bastard lays a hand on her I'll rip the teeth from his mouth! She shot forward, cleaving through the air with agility to place herself between the Princess and the Dark Lord, glaring down at him and baring her fangs in silent warning. Just try it, she hissed mentally, steeling herself for whatever was in store.
The Gerudo grinned up at her mischievously, hand held aloft; Perfect, he thought, readying himself, I love it when a plan comes together… His body began to shift and fragment, dispersing into particles of the Twilight the Imp held so dear, and rose into the air. Within seconds, the remnants of his being hurled themselves at the Twili, rushing through the air like thousands of tiny daggers.
Link gasped, reaching a hand out in vein; he could only watch with horror as the particles rushed past his flinching companion and into the body of the Princess, disappearing into her porcelain skin without a trace. Anger flashed through him as Midna's eyes opened, scanning herself to find that she was unharmed; That coward, He spat in his mind, Using Zelda as a shield!
After a moment the Twili, too, realized what had happened and spun, raising her claws to strike. But faced with Zelda's serene form, peaceful and unblemished, Midna's resolve faltered; No! Zelda would want this! She's sacrificed herself before! Her mind screamed at her, her hand wavering in the air indecisively. …And that was one sacrifice too many…With a heavy sigh, she winced, lowering her hand uselessly. She couldn't bring herself to do it, Zelda had given up too much; there had to be another way. Opening her eyes slowly, Midna stared at the Princess with sorrow, bringing a hand to her cheek. I'm sorry, Zelda…
But to Midna's horror, the Princess' eyes snapped open, tainted and golden, as her skin instantly cracked into lines of twilight corruption, spreading across the flesh as if she were a broken porcelain doll. A powerful force slammed into the Imp, knocking her away with such an impact that the Twili's vision went black.
Link's eyes shot wide as she careened overhead, hitting the floor with a sickening crack and skidding through the arched entrance, cast out. Instinctively, his feet moved to sprint after his companion, fearing for her safety, but was halted as a golden barrier—Not unlike the one that had surrounded the castle—Blocked his path. His shock quickly subsided as heels clicked upon the stone behind him, forcing his attention away. Turning to face the tainted Zelda, Link couldn't help the taste of bile rising in his throat; This sick joke ends today.
Within Zelda's fragmented mind, the Princess screamed out, tried to move; regain control. But to no avail, as she relieved her nightmare—This wasn't supposed to happen, she cried out, You can't do this! I never meant… But even within her own thoughts she grew silent, reduced to a spectator as Ganondorf took up the rapier her father had given her. Her sorrow and pain bled out across Ganondorf's phyche, mingled with her own mind, as she silently pleaded with him to battle the Hero, kill her, anything but win with an idea she'd given him.
Ganondorf pushed her pleas to the back of his mind, using her own lips to drown her out, issuing the Hero with his challenge. "Both of you, faithless fools who would dare to take up arms against the King of Light and Shadow… So you choose, and so you shall feel my wrath." He rose up, hovering back as the Hero's hand went to the hilt of the Master Sword, glaring at him with the wild eyes of a beast. As Ganondorf stared down at the boy, somewhat surprised by the intent in his eyes, Zelda's voice slipped through; the Gerudo could feel both her alarm and gratification, He will sooner kill us both than back down; You and I have our purpose, that drives us, and so does he.
The Gerudo growled, rearing back the rapier and preparing to swoop down at the boy; Be silent! He spat mentally, diving through the air, You know as well as I he will not deal the finishing blow, as we are. Link had drawn his sword, a sharp clash of metal resounded as he sidestepped the attack. The boy backed away as Ganondorf righted himself mid-flight, spinning to glare down at him.
Zelda laughed quietly in her mind, as the Gerudo cast a spell toward Link, distracting Ganondorf from the battle. Do you remember the nightmare I had, she asked, saddened, that day I first kissed you, in the drawing room?
Grunting with frustration as the boy dodged each spell he cast, he bit back; What of it?
The Princess sent a tremor of shame through their shared mind; This is what it was about…
With a roar, Ganondorf lifted the rapier high, gathering energy at the tip of the blade, intent on blasting the damned Hero off his feet. He hurled the shock of light towards the boy, who, instinctively, swung his blade—The Master Sword easily deflected the blow, sending it back towards them.
All this time, I thought it was symbolic, she whispered, But now it's happening.
The Dark Lord sliced, copying the Hero's movements with a sneer etched onto Zelda's tainted face. Stop talking! He yelled mentally, his outward efforts sapping the concentration he needed to drown her out.
The Princess felt his anger wash over her, and returned only sorrow; I fell into the abyss; the Hero reached for me, but never caught my hand… Below, Link jumped, bringing the blade down forcefully and sending the energy back once more, at twice the speed.
Ganondorf…I died…
Shock swept through the Gerudo, the borrowed body stilled at what that revelation may mean; As the words echoed through their mind, the attack hit, searing skin as pain tore through both of them, paralyzing their form as Ganondorf struggled to keep them out of reach. Pale lips screamed with a twisted unison of their voices, joined in agony.
Link halted his movements, staring at his foe with a bewildered look—He swore he could hear Zelda. She's alive in there…He thought desperately, becoming unsure of himself as his grip tightened upon the hilt of his blade. "Midna!" He called, eyes whipping between his enemy and his fallen friend, "Midna, get up! Please! I need your help!" His eyes widened as the Princess' body recovered, the Dark Lord's voice giving a lonely yell as he threw the magic off.
Ganondorf's temper flared as he screamed within the body; Enough! He is the only one who is to die! Once again, he dove toward the boy, accelerating with an alarming speed, rapier poised to pierce Link's heart. I told you I would protect you, and nobody is taking my prize away from me!
The Hero barely had time to move, ducking to hide behind his shield; "Ngh!" He shrieked with shock and pain, as the rapier slid from the shield to graze his arm, stumbling to the side as Zelda's body passed him. He caught his balance quickly, wincing as blood began to seep through the sleeve of his tunic, staining the green.
Ganondorf hung in the air above him, wearing a mad grin on Zelda's lips, panting. You're going to save us, Zelda… You're going to save us both, just like you wanted.
The Princess could feel it; fear and uncertainty, resonating between them. She sent out waves of comfort, trying to calm him, soothe him, though she knew the Gerudo was doomed. It saddened her, still, that he couldn't be saved—even after everything, she wished she could help him. Even as she felt her arm defy her, rising to gather twice as much energy as before, she spoke; Everything you said to me, before this battle… I heard it, every word. She felt him hesitate only a second, before hurling the bolt desperately at the boy. Even had I not, I would feel it; you and are completely open to each other, in this moment. The energy was sent back and forth between the Hero and their body, heated slashes taking their toll on each combatant. …Knowing what I do now… Before this is over, Ganondorf, I want you to know…
With a mighty yell, the Hero swung, sending the massive attack hurtling back toward them once more.
…That I forgive you.
The attack hit with force enough to set their joined mind blank, waves of burning agony threatening to tear the two apart completely as the body slowly drifted down, useless and spent. Link, seeing the barrier drop away, spun on his heel to call his waking companion. "Midna! Zelda's in there! She's alive!" He yelled desperately, as the Twili Imp slowly picked herself up, shaking off her pain to summon the power of the Fused Shadow. A pulse of energy ran through her as the fragments of the ancient mask materialized, circling her tiny frame.
Fighting with the disobeying body, Ganondorf struggled on the stone floor, raising a twitching hand to try and raise the barrier again, though his power was failing. He'd lost control of the body, his influence dampened, and the precious little time he needed was not going to be afforded to him as Midna donned the ancient mask, the fragments snapping to her body and filling her form with power.
Within a moment, the Imp had become the hulking demon, spider-like limbs glowing with magic, and she wasted no time as she lunged forward. The arms slammed into the tainted body, trapping their foe in her grasp as the arms rushed toward the throne; powerful forces coalesced and flooded the Princess' form, squeezing any foreign influence from her and ripping out each particle that was not her own—Including the traces of Ganondorf's blood, that he'd used to remake her. A pained scream echoed across the chamber, disembodied though clearly belonging to the Dark Lord as he was torn away from his only bid for safety. When Midna was sure the darkness had been expelled, she released Zelda's fragile frame, leaving the purified Princess upon the throne; Where you belong, the Twili thought, relief washing through her.
Taking a few steps, Link inspected his arm before turning his gaze to the Princess; Thank the Goddesses, he thought, a smile spreading across his lips. His steeled eyes noted the return of her natural features, her skin unblemished in its normal colour. She was safe from Ganondorf's control, at least—Unconscious, he hoped, as a pang of concern hit him. He had no way of telling whether the Princess had survived. "Are you alright, Midna?" He asked, as the Twili's impish form returned, though his attention was pulled elsewhere, ears twitching at the sound of something rushing through the air. He frowned, turning slowly to find a dark mass gathering on the marbled floor; writhing. Round two, He thought sarcastically, unsurprised.
The Imp rose, floating over to lean against his shoulder playfully as the two exchanged self satisfied smirks, "It'll take more than that to bring me down." She chimed confidently, though her concern was evident, and her levity quickly turned to caution.
The two of them watched with morbid fascination as the shadowed mass slowly took form, though not the shape that they had expected; It seemed Ganondorf possessed a beast form as well, and planned to use it as a trump card. The Hero could actually feel the wave of bloodlust coursing through the air; "…Not just you, Midna."he said humourlessly, "…He's mad as a hornet, too."
Twitching shadow took physical form, the darkness receding to reveal the Dark Beast that was once the Gerudo King; a wild mane like flames coursed up its back, sooty thick skin barely contained bulging muscles, as the demonic boar reared back on its hinds. A thrashing of claws ripped through the air, until landing on all fours once more—A heavy thump threatened to crack the stone floor, signaling the impressive strength and weight the transformed Ganondorf now possessed. Massive jaws parted beneath the twitching snout, letting loose a mighty roar that blew back the Hero's hair and tunic, issuing the Dark Lord's threat.
Link's feet moved to stabilize himself, each boot planted firmly to the ground as he took up stance, sword drawn. Gritting his teeth as the beast moved back, the Hero gave a roar of his own; "Alright, let's go!" He challenged, flexing his shield as Midna hid within his shadow for safety. With a vicious snarl, his foe charged, on a collision course as Link drew back his blade ready to strike. Before either blow landed, however, Ganondorf's hulking form shattered as it had before, pricking at the Hero's skin as the boy was left in shock—The beast had vanished into thin air.
The battle seemed to be one of trickery, as Link was left to search the chamber, steely eyes flicking about wildly. Where did that bastard run off to? He thought, before catching sight of his shadow, growing. What the…? Alarm shot through him as he deftly rolled aside, and narrowly avoided being crushed with only a second to spare as the beast hit the floor with an almighty blow. Pain shot through his injured arm as it connected with the floor, smearing blood upon the marble as, stumbling, he got to his feet.
With another fierce roar, the beast took off again, rampaging through the chamber and knocking into the columns; the impact rocked through the chamber as the pillars fell, crumbling and sending chucks of marble flying. Holding up his shield to deflect any debris sent his way, Link sidestepped to keep track of Ganondorf as he circled around him, only to watch him vanish into some sort of Twilight portal.
Across the room, another portal appeared, and the Hero readied himself for the beast to charge out; as he waited, another portal appeared, followed by another after that. Link scowled with frustration, as his attention drifted between each one. "Stop toying about and face me!" He shouted, only to eat his words as demonic boar came crashing through from the left at top speed.
The Hero could only dodge, slicing at the thick hide as he scurried to the side, shunted by the force of the beast's near miss. In and out of the portals, appearing and charging, this continued; Link searched for any weakness he could, drawing his bow to bombard Ganondorf with arrows and slashing as he passed. This only served to slow the beast down, the arrowheads sticking into taught muscle painfully, hide rended by swift strokes of the Master Sword. Eventually, even through the primal haze of rage that corrupted the transformed Gerudo's mind, Ganondorf saw a pattern emerge in the boy's attacks, and avoided them accordingly. As the demonic boar charged, the Hero needed the agile reflexes of an animal to keep pace. "Midna!" The Twili knew what he had called for, rising from his shadow to touch Zant's power to his skin; the magic washed through his flesh as shadow overtook his form, transforming the boy into a wild beast to match his foe.
Letting loose a low growl as Ganondorf thundered toward them, the Imp picked up on his intent and responded, making use of her hair—Power surged through it, forming a hand to grip the boar's crown, struggling to pull him aside and throw him off his course. Midna heaved him with all of her strength, though Ganondorf would merely roll to his feet; a few times this was repeated, the lupine Hero gnashing at the transformed Gerudo's limbs and underbelly each time he tried to right himself. As the fight took its toll on the Hero, he grew sluggish from the effort, and a surprise charge finally caught him off guard.
Hit with enough force to shatter bones, Midna was knocked off of her companion and sent careening to the floor as Link found himself quickly tumbled and scuffed beneath the claws, thrusting his own upwards in a last ditch effort and ripping through the glowing scar on the beast's torso. It tore anew, dripping with shining ichors, accompanied by a primal scream—Ganondorf lost his footing, toppling head first over himself and sent skidding across the marbled stone to crash into a remnant pillar.
The Hero wasted no time; sharp eyes locked onto the boar, lunging forth to tear into the reopened wound viciously with his teeth. Pained howls escaped Ganondorf's snout, as Link sunk his fangs deep, rending flesh before hearing the transformed Gerudo go silent, defeated. Jumping off of the body, Link watched as black mist began to pool around Ganondorf's skin, and satisfied, released the magic holding his lupine form.
The Hero stood as the shadow faded, blinking away the discomfort with an exhausted sigh; His body was heavy with the pain of Ganondorf's charge, but with Courage pulsing in his veins, he knew he'd persevere. As his foe's body slowly began to dissolve and melt away into smoke and golden mist, Link shifted, smiling at his imp-like companion. "…I know I made that look easy… But that really hurt…" He laughed, shrugging his wounded arm. He turned, steely eyes glancing toward the throne.
Midna drifted up from the floor, shrugging herself off and floated by his side with a weary eye on their foe. "You'll live." She teased idly, distracted. Crimson eyes wavered as she felt something pull inside of her; …Zelda…? Her skin felt warm, tingling, as she looked down at herself—She was glowing. The Imp blinked with some surprise, feeling a part of herself fragment and separate, as the glow began to manifest into sparkling flecks of light. Pulling her attention away, the Twili turned, sending a hopeful gaze toward the Princess as Link spoke.
"…Midna…? Is something— " He blinked, watching the glimmers of life float toward the throne.
As the glow shifted from the Twili imp to the Princess, signs of life slowly returned to her in a miraculous display. Zelda's form grew bright as the heroic pair looked on, and after a tense and hopeful moment, her chest rose; She was alive, and breathing.
Crystalline eyes slowly fluttered open as the light of day entered her mind, the vision cutting through the darkness of her inactive psyche—Where…Am I…? She thought, blinking as her focus returned; the blurred streaks of green and grey turning into the familiar forms of Link and Midna. What is this anguish I feel? This is… Zelda realized suddenly, that she could feel the weight of the Twili's memories, shared in that moment. It was clear to her now. Wisdom had returned to her, imbuing her with new life. A rush of air filled her lungs at a healthy pace, as her lips twitched into a smile. I am alive…Nayru has returned me to the mortal plane!
In some disbelief, Midna stuttered, feeling a flicker of the torment Zelda had also endured. "Pr-Princess… I… I…" Blinking crimson eyes, she stared on, unable to form words to match what she had felt.
Zelda's ears twitched at the soft sound of the Imp's voice, her gaze settling clearly on the Twili. "Say nothing, Midna." She smiled reassuringly—The Princess knew what was trying to be put into words, and such things did not need to be spoken between them. "Your heart and mine were as one, however briefly…" Zelda blinked, tilting her head sorrowfully. "Such suffering you have endured…"
Midna felt her stomach twist painfully at those words, having glimpsed the agony Zelda herself had been put through; My anger, despair and humiliation…You've matched them, haven't you? You didn't need to suffer like that, Zelda… Mine was inevitable, yours was a choice…A sacrifice for our sake…The Imp's eyes closed, feeling a strange mixture of shame and sadness, mingled with hope and conviction—Zelda had given her all, and now, more than ever, Midna felt it was her turn. No more suffering… We've paid our debts, all of us, light and shadow.
The Princess cast a grateful look towards Link, glad that he was not gravely injured. He was smiling proudly, despite his bad arm—His relief didn't last long though, as his brows twitched nervously. Before Zelda could ask what was wrong, she felt it; A lightning like shock of raw power surging through the air and swimming across her skin. A gasp slipped free as the Hero turned, and her vision followed; He's still alive? She thought desperately, her mind racing as the black and golden mists has turned to a hungry flame, a giant mass of energy burning in the center of the chamber.
Ganondorf, don't do this…She thought in horror, stepping back as old and new feelings overwhelmed her; She could see his face forming within the golden blaze. Your rage will be the death of you, please, I implore you, let it go…Even as she begged, willing it so, she continued a slow retreat as did the Hero beside her—The moment the click of her heel was accompanied by a boot fall, she felt terrified.
The Twili hadn't moved, settling an eerie and calm gaze upon the Dark Lord's incarnation as she made up her mind; Once again the fragments appeared, circling her tiny frame as she prepared the power of the Fused Shadow. For what has happened to these realms…To us… I will end this.
Link's attention pulled in her direction, realizing what was about to happen; It was what he'd been afraid Midna would do… Something reckless. Goddesses, no! The Hero lunged toward his companion, reaching for the Imp like he had Zelda, in her dream. "Midna, don't…!" He cried, watching helplessly as his hand fell mere inches from her skin, shattering and shooting heavenward in Twilight particles—He was being sent elsewhere. "Midna!" The echo of Link's voice remained longer than his body, as the rest of him was quickly spirited away to safety.
The Princess, too, felt the prickle of magics upon her flesh, casting the rapidly growing specter of the Dark Lord a powerless glance as her body began to disperse. This could only end in tears—She wanted both of them to be safe, her eyes flickering towards Midna before she was gone.
As the Dark Lord watched them be transported away, he settled smoldering eyes, burning within the ghostly fires, upon the Imp; That meddlesome, irritating wretch of Twilight. If not for her, the Hero would've been long dead, and every damned soul the world over would know of his destiny. Unchallenged, deserving, as the rightful ruler of this world… It was owed to him and him alone, as was its most precious prize. Midna was the catalyst behind this confrontation and she would pay for the hindrance with her pitiful life; It was she who defied the Gods, not he—She will burn. His face, projected in the blazing inferno of spirit, contorted with rage, letting loose a vengeful yell and beckoning the Twili to her doom.
"It's time." She whispered, standing her ground as the ancient mask snapped to her body. Midna drew all of her power, pulsing through pale skin as her form shifted and morphed; a powerful trident materialized in her grip as she plunged it downward with all her might. The flames burst outward in a blinding flash, rocking the very chamber, as Midna was thrown back—Something was burning into her, draining her strength as her weapon shattered uselessly. …What…What are you…! Pressure was building within her, expanding at a painful rate and Midna felt as if she would explode; struggling, the golden flames seared her thoughts, until finally she heard it: a crack. The sound echoed painfully, as all grew silent besides—The flow of power had ceased, and the fused shadow had been rendered inert, fading back to shadow. No…No, it can't… The imp could feel her body shrinking, numb, as her mind began to fade. Through doubled vision, stone cold upon her cheek, she could've sworn she saw a boot forming from the blinding fires in front of her—I…failed… the thought echoed, lonely, across her mind before falling into nothingness.
The Gerudo's body reformed above the broken imp, breathing deep as the energy settled into its original shape. A low laugh resounded within the air, accompanied by a grinning mouth, fangs shining as the flames receded until they shone only within his eyes. "…And to think… My people's blood took a place in the assembly of your pathetic kind." He spat, sneering as he kicked the tiny body aside. "What a waste."
Ganondorf strode towards the throne, fetching the sword that was once to end him. Balancing it upon his hand, he turned slowly, appraising the weapon. How deliciously ironic, He thought, That I might have an opportunity to kill the Hero, with the same blade that the Sages used against me; I can hardly wait, though as it sits, I am vulnerable. As he stepped down, returning to Midna's crumpled form, Ganondorf realized what the Imp had managed to do—He could no longer rely on Zelda's body to anchor him, with his essence removed from her. Zant was once again needed, as he smirked down at the lifeless body. "…Though, perhaps not a complete waste; I know of a way we can make you into something useful… If I may borrow a page from Zelda's book, you're body will serve as the perfect sacrifice for Zant's revival." He cackled, sticking the tip of his boot beneath the Twili's stomach and kicking her up to his hand, violently. He took hold of the remaining mask, tearing it from her head. …And the cherry on top. He chuckled darkly, gazing down at the Imp, gathering a powerful spell around him. "…But, I forgive you, Midna, for your idiotic flaws and defiance." He laughed haughtily, blood drunk and crazed from the words Zelda's voice had imprinted into his mind. "Such suffering you have endured!"
His laughter boomed throughout the chamber as it began to rumble and shake, cracks shooting like lightning through the marbled floor; as his body vanished, transported and following the call of the other chosen, the magic fired. Midna's body was given up, the energy flowing to find Zant's consciousness easily enough, and within seconds, the Gerudo was could feel the tether restored, safely keeping his energy intact symbiotically; with Zant revived within the Twilight realm, his living phylactery was secure. As long as that anchor remained, he would not perish. From where he had just stood, and explosion blasted outward, river-like patterns of gold carrying the force.
Down below, safely materializing within the fields, the Princess and the Hero looked out over the plains, trying to justify what was happening. Zelda was frantic, her gaze wavering upon the grass as her premonitions unfolded before them. Link noticed her unrest, pushing aside his own to offer her a comforting hand. "No matter what happens, I'll be here beside you…" He said, smiling lightly with that friendly, hopeful face. The Princess stared down at the hand in horror, recalling that in her dream, taking it was like signing her own death warrant. She swallowed nervously, licking her lips lightly and looking up into his steely eyes as prophesized words came from behind his tiny smile. "I'll help you…"
Before she could take the hand or do anything else, the rumble coursed through the ground beneath their feet, and Zelda's heart nearly jumped out of her chest; Oh, Goddesses, no, not the abyss! Don't crumble, please don't crumble beneath me! Flinching, she peered down, finding the ground stable—to her relief—Though, the rumble continued to grow; a cacophony topped by an explosion. Blinking, the both ofthem turned, surprised, to see the mighty castle rocked heavily by several blasts.
Link's eyes widened as the dust cleared, thick black smoke rising into the skies, his hand dropping listlessly to his side. "…No…" Upon the ridge, backed by a ghostly brigade, sat the Dark Lord, unscathed, upon a beastly mount; The black horse reared back, clearing the clouded air as it settled with the smoke staining the horizon. Within his grasp, held high for all to see, was Midna's headpiece—The fragmented mask—And without effort it was crushed, falling in shards to the dirt. "She's dead…" He gasped, anger and grief competing upon his features in some shock, "The bastard killed her!"
But Zelda was unconvinced; she'd seen this trick before and knew that it might well be a bluff. "Don't believe it, Link. He may have only defeated her; it might just be an intimidation technique." Her ears twitched as some of her resolve returned. Hooves beat heavily into the dirt as Ganondorf charged toward them, ethereal followers tearing behind him at break neck speeds; Zelda noted that the Sword of Light was poised to strike Link down, unavoidably. I never actually took Link's hand in my nightmare, did I? She cast her eyes toward the Hero beside her, who seemed to be silently pleading for her help. I understand…Nayru. I thank you for your guidance, in my struggle. The Princess nodded solemnly at the Hero, clasping her hands in prayer and hoping it would not be the death of either man.
"Spirits of the Light! Wielders of the great power that shines far and wide upon our lands!" She called, feeling a strength well within her as the Dark Lord grew near enough to strike, "In this hour of need, grant me the power to banish evil!"
The world seemed to slow around them, fading into a warm glow as the grass became as water beneath them; The threatening beat of hooves replaced by nothing more than a distant trickle. The Hero watched, amazed, feeling as if his body was floating—Each deity he'd encountered, shining bright, swirled around them, fleeting across his vision: Ordona, Eldin, Faron and Lanayru. They were somewhere else entirely. Now, that's what I call the Power of Prayer…He thought, stunned, as Zelda's graceful form became clear in front of him. Fluid light whipped through the air like ribbons, flowing from each spirit to gather in Zelda's hands. Within her slender fingers appeared golden arrows, beautiful and intricately made; each as perfect and flawless as the next. The two of them stood together, alone in time, slightly amazed at how familiar it seemed. We really are blessed…He blinked, smiling.
The Princess glanced up at him, in awe of it all; seeing him smile like that, as if everything was going to be okay, she couldn't help but smile back, grateful. "Link…" She felt the arrows within her fingers, knowing she could never save the Gerudo—The Gods had bestowed these weapons upon her… And if so, Ganondorf was certainly doomed by one force or another, whether she acted or not. She couldn't deny it or make excuses for him any longer. His purpose on this Earth had been served, and as much as it still pained her, these arrows were a sign that he was to return to Din's care. Zelda knew now why the Hero had to intervene—She could never complete the task herself, either the Gerudo would overpower her, or she would care too much to deliver balance without bias.
"Chosen Hero!" She declared, reassuring herself that this was the right thing. "Lend us the last of your power!" Zelda bowed, bestowing him a great honor and showing her appreciation; …And I will ensure the lessons I have been given do not go to waste upon the world; Never again shall I allow a man to be so twisted beyond salvation, that you will be called to cancel them out… Not by our own doing, or anyone else's.
Stepping forward with a light splash of water around his boot, the Hero held out his hand once more, smiling still with that soft, warming look. "Don't bow…" He said, taking her slender fingers in his, "I'm just a farm-hand." He grinned with humility, as the glow washed over them both again. Zelda felt some relief as she finally took his hand, as if all her feelings of loneliness, despair and every wish for normality had indeed been heeded, bringing clarity and closure to her ordeal; time shifted around them again, returning them to the fields in a blinding flash.
The whinny of Link's horse was the first thing to be heard as the duo appeared, mounting her. Zelda blinked to clear her vision of the effects left by the light, holding the back of the Hero's belt to steady herself as she summoned a golden bow to her hand. "I'll try to slow Ganondorf down with my light arrows…" She said above the wind and distant screams from the town, smoke thick upon her tongue, "Just keep me in range, alright?" Zelda took a calming breath, bracing herself; If we can get him off the horse then we can end it quickly…Mercifully… She told herself—It was easier than the truth. Wisdom had cleared her mind, made it obvious to her, that there would be no easy end to this.
Ganondorf locked onto them from afar, slowing his mount to a halt as he studied them from higher ground. His grip was tight around the hilt of his blade, jaw tense; Zelda was upon the boy's horse; Armed. Damn it all, He hissed mentally, All that sentimental rubbish about redemption, understanding and atoning for the past… And look where the little harlot chooses to be, now that the boy seems to have the upper hand. He growled, anger rising. Such liberties he had given her, educating the girl and correcting her flaws; deigning to engage the Princess, thinking she was a rare exception to the rule. But no, of course, like any Hylian residing on their pedestal, bathed in light, she had proved to be nothing more than a disappointment. Zelda had betrayed him more than she'd ever know, just standing within reach of that wretched boy after what he'd allowed her to see and know—Betrayed her own people, whom she represented; her actions would be the nail in their coffin, when they were done here.
…And she has the gall to forgive me? He sneered, twitching as the Hero turned his head, speaking to her—Link was talking to his queen, his prize, as if the girl could be considered an ally. Zelda belonged to Ganondorf; she was his property, barely able to be considered human besides whatever he allowed, and even that remnant of her was to be reserved only for her fiancé's enjoyment. Every word passed between the two was an assault to his honor.
As soon as this shameful blade takes his head from his shoulders, she will eat his heart to prove herself still worthy of my affection, He thought viciously, finger tapping upon the hilt as his rage and jealousy turned to malice. Then, I'll drag her, and the corpse, to the Hero's village and burn it to the ground, along with the residents and any who set foot in the forests thereafter. Never again will the light grace Zelda's skin, or any other Hylian who survives the purge—This day proves that they deserve nothing more.
And so the Dark Lord's mind was set, whipping the reigns and digging his boots in to spur the horse into another charge. Thoughts of retaliatory genocide, and where to start about it, flashed across his mind, but as his glare met the Hero's steely eyes, Link's death took mental priority.
Epona was swift, turning to dart across the fields as Link guided her along the cliff line and waited for their enemy to catch them. Over his shoulder, he fixed the Princess with a strong look, "His horse is fast; I'm going to stay close to the chasm. When he gets alongside us, I'll pull back. Take a shot if you can, alright?"
Zelda nodded, nerves creeping up on her—She'd never experienced combat like this, and didn't really know what to expect, besides what she'd read in books. Readying an arrow with a shaky hand, she peered back to see the Dark Lord gaining on them quickly. "He's coming up now!" She called, noting the way the Gerudo was postured. Perhaps this isn't the best place for me to be, she thought, panicked, He's out for blood, and I'm in the line of fire…Gods only know, my riding with Link gives him a good excuse to kill me as well. Thundering hooves sent clumps of earth flying behind as Ganondorf closed in, giving a blood curdling yell and a glare that made Zelda's skin crawl—He swung, apparently impassive towards taking both of their heads off. The Princess shrieked, ducking and pulling the Hero down with her as the blade narrowly missed them; Link veered dangerously close to the cliffs, distracted by Zelda's move, but soon pulled behind Ganondorf's horse as planned.
Shaken, the Princess cocked the arrow, wobbly with her heart racing—drawing back quickly, she misfired, as the arrow hurtled through the air, missing its target completely. How am I supposed to hit him through all of this? I don't even want any of this! This isn't fair, there was a better way; why must that man and his damned pride force my hand like this? She thought frantically, as the Dark Lord turned away from the cliffs, "Link! I can't… I just can't do this! I'm not a warrior!" She cried, overwhelmed. "I've never dealt with a moving target!"
The Hero pulled away from the edge, following Ganondorf's path, "I know it's daunting, especially with a live opponent…" He called back, needing her to take the shot soon. "But get a shot ready, and track him on the line of sight, using the straight of the arrow to aim; when an opening appears, hold your breath and fire, back straight. Just focus on that, and let me handle the rest. You'll do fine, I promise." He flashed her a smile over his shoulder, "I was no warrior at the start of this either."
Epona was rounding on the Gerudo's position quickly, as the horses curved inward towards the heart of the field—Ganondorf was slowing, readying for blows, and Zelda could see that she needed to take the shot. The Blade of Light had greater reach then the Master Sword, and the two of them wouldn't pass without sustaining more damage than he. Following the instruction given, she drew back another arrow, aiming over Link's shoulder; her serene features were set in concentration and reluctance as the tingle of light brushed her cheek. I'm sorry. It slipped from her fingers, flying through the air almost soundlessly, on a direct path for the Dark Lord.
With the wind rushing past, mount in full stride, Ganondorf heard it only a second before it struck his shoulder; the point pierced his armour, the magic seeping into his skin with an electric ferocity. A burst of pain washed through him, tearing at his very soul as he let out a yell—His body was quickly numb, heavy, though the very core of his being was still being attacked by some mystical force. Through the haze, he willed himself to stay upon his horse, unsteady as his vision blurred. What in the hell was that! He screamed mentally, besieged by the sheer force of the strike. He knew immediately that it was no normal arrow that had hit him, as Zelda's name was cursed over and over again in his mind; She'll regret this…He hissed against the pain, as a suitable punishment came to him, For the pain of each arrow, she will suffer through the pain of childbirth. One daughter for every blow she lands!
Blinded by his anger and the assault, he was vulnerable, and his damning thoughts were literally cut short as the Hero rode up beside him; the sting of the Master Sword slashed across his body with the same sensation as the arrow, tenfold, though his armour deflected most of the physical damage. Humiliating cries of agony escaped the Gerudo's throat, his harsh features contorted into a pained scowl as, thankfully, his stallion moved away of it's own accord.
The Princess gripped the back of Link's tunic, twisting the fabric in her fingers—The look upon the Dark Lord's face shot waves of guilt through her. She could barely accept that the Gods wished for his life to be ended here, and his suffering triggered a strange sense of self loathing; She wanted no part of this, though her hand had been forced. It wasn't fair, not to the Gerudo, nor the Hero… Not for Midna or for herself. It seemed cruel, prolonged, as if this battle were merely for the entertainment of an unseen audience that demanded blood.
As the chase went on, even as the Gerudo recovered, the Hero caught up with him again, swords clashing violently as Zelda could do naught but shy away. Ganondorf was worse for wear, it was clear that he was becoming careless, exhausted, but still the warfare continued with Link's fatigue showing through as well. The boy sent her a look over his shoulder, demanding that she continue her part of the assault—It tore her mind as to what was right and wrong, what she wanted and what was best. Another opening had presented itself all too soon, and as the Princess drew back another arrow, she caught the fierce gaze of her fiancé's golden eyes. In that moment she realized with some horror and despair that her twisted affection for the Dark Lord, manipulated though it might have been, had grown into a dark and unlikely connection—Something akin to love; disfigured and broken, though real. His dishonesty had upset her greatly, holding her at arms length and closing himself off from her in so many ways. All she had wanted was the truth. His betrayal of their disturbing relationship had rocked her far more than the revelations of Link's survival, and that had scared her, angered her, along with all of the other emotional reactions she'd had that day…The day she'd worn her wedding dress, no less.
It was supposed to signify a new beginning, not a tragic end, she thought sadly, breaking as Link's voice barely reached her ears, pleading for the arrow to be fired. As it slipped through her fingers, helplessly guided by Divine Will, Wisdom spoke to her, the words softly coursing through to soothe the frayed mind it had long been absent from; Truth bears no witness to the indecencies of men, yet it is Love that pays the penalty of their misdeeds.
It was only a matter of seconds, though the world seemed to still within Zelda's senses. The arrow flew to strike the man once more, shocks of gold whipping across the Gerudo's flesh as his body shook and convulsed. His hands dropped the reigns as through his teeth hissed a tortured cry; Link's arm drew back, the Master Sword shining as Epona's speed picked up, carrying them to the Dark Lord's side as the Hero stood upon the stirrups. The blade was swung with force, slicing easily through the air to strike Ganondorf's armour. Zelda cringed as she saw the Gerudo sway, Link's second swipe cleaning tearing into the stallion's leg and drawing a rasped whinny. The horse stumbled, surprised, and soon toppled as a misstep broke its leg with a sickening wet snap—Sent crashing into the dirt, Ganondorf was thrown to collide with the earth as well. The man skidded, tumbling and sending a cloud of dust into the air as dirt littered and smeared his armour, ripping his cape some. The fall would have surely killed any normal man, breaking their neck upon impact, and for a tense moment as the Hero slowed to a halt, Zelda watched Ganondorf's still body forlornly.
Don't get up…Please, just stay down, she pleaded to herself, knowing that there would be no such luck as the Hero climbed down to inspect the body. She wanted to scream, tell Link that Ganondorf was dead and leave it be; tell him to get away; The Princess could already see the duel in her minds eye, knowing one of them would die. But that was a lie… She knew Link would be the victor. It was painfully clear to her. Can you not just strike him now, pierce his heart before he stands and be done with it? Have the Gods no mercy left?
The crumpled body indeed moved, twitching to life as the Gerudo slowly rose. A dark laugh, unstable and foreboding, lilted quietly upon the air as the Sword of Light was stabbed into the dirt. Rising to a knee, Ganondorf's head pulled upwards, revealing a maddened grin as a trembling hand gripped the blade's hilt. Golden eyes turned to Zelda as he pushed himself up, not bothering to brush himself off; She looked concerned, and a strange flash of pride swelled within him. It pleased him to know that she still cared for him; it made things much easier. Little do you know, my dear, he thought, that things look far worse than they are. Fatigue and death are very different things… He glanced toward the boy, who'd taken a few steps back and prepared himself for battle. And while the two of us may share fatigue, only one of us is capable of dying today. The thought brought a wicked smirk to his face as he threw his head back; laughing at how wonderfully this had played out despite the minor setbacks to his original plans.
With a grunt, Ganondorf leveled the Hero with an amused glare, before turning his gaze to the holy weapon he held. His voice still held a tone of mirth when he spoke, though dripping with superiority. "An impressive looking blade…" He held the sword up, gesturing to it, "But nothing more." It had failed to kill him, the purpose for which it had been forged, and now it was a symbol of his vengeance. He raised a brow toward the boy, who seemed confused by the statement. "…Would you hear my desire?" He asked rhetorically, that sick smirk growing as it twitched the corner of his mouth. "To take this foul blade, and use it to blot out the light forever." A murderous glint in his eyes made the boy flinch, the Hero steeling himself and drawing up his shield. …You, boy, and everything you represent, have the honour of being the first to be extinguished. The Princess would be fully eclipsed by him soon enough. The Dark Lord took a few steps forward, noting how Link did not back away—Epona reared back, almost bucking the Princess as another barrier was forged, locking the two inside. Only one was to leave.
Link's knuckles were white beneath the leathered gloves, as the Gerudo drew his blade back, ready and signaling that combat was starting. His thoughts still lingered on Midna's welfare, as much as he tried to calm his mind. A warrior's mind had to be still, like water, to reflect an opponent's power—That was Courage's gift. Taking a breath, he settled into a defensive posture, knowing that Ganondorf's strength would be at an advantage here. I'm only half his size… If I take him head on, he'll topple me easily. Blinking, he glanced down at his blade, hearing the heavy boot-fall of the other man advancing. I understand, now, he thought, remembering what the Shaded Hero had taught him, Technique is the key to matching his power. The Shade had passed down his skills, precious and crucial, knowing that Link would fall without them. The blood of the Hero flows in me … The blood and skills of The Hero of Time. Link smiled to himself, fixing steely, determined eyes onto his enemy; …And he crossed time again and even death itself to make sure that his blood didn't go to waste today.
Ganondorf lunged forward, thrusting his blade dangerously toward Link with a smirk. A loud clash of metal rung out into the air as it connected with the shield, the Boy deflecting the blow and ramming the Dark Lord back with the shield. Ganondorf stumbled back a few steps, surprised, as the Hero took a confident step forward, wearing an indomitable smile. "I won't let him down." He said quietly, eyes flashing at the Gerudo with an untamed and resolute glow. The Dark Lord frowned slightly; Him…? He thought, staring the boy down, Does he not mean her? His golden gaze flashed toward the Princess momentarily, before he dismissed the thought—It was not important who the boy fought for, he would not succeed. With a growl he lunged again, but as the Hero readied himself to counter, the Gerudo pulled a feint and thrust a powerful kick toward the boy's shield, sending him swiftly to the dirt. Ganondorf eyed Link as he coughed, moving quickly to stand again, and chuckled. "Choose your tricks wisely, Boy. I'll not allow you the same one twice."
Epona snorted derisively, shifting with distress at her master's treatment, as Zelda ran her fingers soothingly through the mare's mane. "Easy, now…" She whispered, patting the horse's thick neck softly, "There's nothing more we can do. This was never our fight. I, the Princess, and you, the Steed; we are merely accessories to fate, now." Epona seemed to visibly settle at her words, but Zelda's eyes were filled with a sad anguish. She watched as Link rose, slashing at Ganondorf as the Gerudo blocked and stepped with finesse. It could be anyone's game, and she was amazed the Gerudo could still fight so easily. Link's injured arm was sapping strength from his strikes, she noticed as well, parrying with a pained look on his face. Without his shield, he'd have been hard pressed to defend himself at all.
Her stomach was churning as her crystalline gaze tracked each man carefully; Perhaps the Gods really had left it to chance. Had her involvement changed things? From what she could see, both combatants were on an equal footing as it was, and she had already planned and prepared for Ganondorf's being a permanent facet in her life and as a part of Hyrule's future. Perhaps she had inadvertently rolled the dice—Either man's victory today would do some good, in her mind; Ganondorf's victory would mean the eventual quelling of history's most feared evil, while Link's would return normality and peace, for as long a time as fate allowed. Blinking as she watched Link roll behind the Gerudo's legs to spring up and slash at his back, she realized that Link's victories, no matter when they came, were only a band-aid of sorts. That was why he was reborn, incarnationally returning within the prophesized cycle, as she did. Ganondorf was the same man, with the same memory and experiences across the ages. The longer he lived, his life prolonged through mystical means—Both imprisonment and now, invulnerability—the more his hatred and bitterness would be stirred. It worried her greatly, to think that any God would place this land at the mercy of a building force like that, with only temporary relief, regardless of the balancing influence it provided.
As the Gerudo swept low to take out the Hero's legs, Link leapt over him, landing a blow with the pommel strong enough to split helms. Zelda winced empathetically, watching Ganondorf stagger to his feet, shaking his head as a rivulet of blood slid down the side of his face. I must be correct, or it wouldn't make sense, she thought, watching the men hack away at each other, Ganondorf is supposed to find solace in Wisdom's care and guidance…Or his returning would point to divine malevolence or neglect, after time enough has passed that he is merely a beast with no semblance of humanity. But, with her assumption of his purpose correct, did that leave Link fated to die here? Zelda shook her head, dismissing it; None of the three were truly meant to die. Their existence was constant. She also knew, deep within herself, that the Goddesses loved this land and their children. With some pain, she watched the two come together, blades clashing as they competed for dominance, trying to knock the other back. Zelda knew then that Ganondorf would not die today, not truly, only be defeated… But would he remain? What would become of him?
The Dark Lord was slowly overcoming the Hero, his height giving him a clear advantage, though the boy stood fast in an awe-inspiring display of strength far beyond his expected physical ability. Ganondorf must've been at his limits, worn down and weakened with fatigue. Zelda's hands were clasped tightly, her eyes locked upon them. If he is to be defeated…Though I am correct…She thought sadly, tensing as Link began gaining the upper-hand, Then…I am not the bearer of Wisdom that will fulfill Ganondorf's purpose. With those words in her mind, lingering as her heart sunk, the Hero gave a final shove to send the Gerudo stumbling backward to hit the dirt.
The world seemed to flow in slow motion as Link leapt high, the spring of his knee propelling him with strength, the Master Sword held above his head in both hands. Blinking through the pains of battle, Ganondorf's golden eyes raised to track the boy as he launched. The Gerudo saw the shimmer of the blade, cutting through the air seamlessly, and felt a twinge of panic. Link's face was contorted into a fierce scowl, steely blue eyes hungry like a wolf for the victory, as he prepared, midair, to strike downward. Zelda's gloved hand rose to her mouth immediately, the gravity of what was about to happen tearing a gasp from her. This was the moment that would decide the fate of their world, and each knew it.
The scream echoed across the field, distant agony, carried by the wind to caress the grass and roll along the cobblestones of the Castle Town. Almost as if the world had grown silent, all the land may well have heard that scream—Those who didn't, would feel it; an instant of change as it rushed across Hyrule's soul. The Master Sword's tip had found its mark, true and pure, as it was mercilessly driven into the Dark Lord's torso to fill the wound left by the Sword of Light. Link knelt over the Gerudo's form, still, as the man screamed. His steely eyes held a glint of finality; this blade would not allow anything besides execution. The Princess stared on with glazed eyes, unable to truly process the scene as the cry of pain never reached her twitching ears. Had all in Hyrule heard it, her mind would not allow her to, deafening her against the sound. The barrier's golden light flickered and faded as the Dark Lord's scream did, dissipating as the sound bled through the air in echo.
Zelda felt cold. She supposed she should've been happy that the Gerudo's heart was not her burden, though she only felt betrayed and usurped by it. She deserved the burden. No, she had earned the right, to be the one to heal the wounds history left them. The Princess had been correct the day she'd first stared out at the grey sky and seen a man behind it—She was no Hero. She was the Princess. But that was far more important than being the Hero, for he would only ever stave off chaos, while only she could give order and balance. A fact she would pass down to her children, and see that their children received the same. Wisdom was not an accessory, or prize, or trophy. It was not a helping hand, nor merely a guide… It was the alternative to Courage. A better alternative.
Link had released his blade, moving away to inspect the Dark Lord. Ganondorf was still alive, and in his tenacity, was struggling to stand even as the Master Sword was embedded in his torso. The Hero watched him, with some surprise, though he no longer seemed concerned and had already removed his shield, strapping it to his back—Clearly, Link knew that this was over, regardless of the Gerudo's protests.
Ganondorf's body was heavy, sluggish, as he staggered to his feet, stumbling as his equilibrium was shot. He blinked, wincing as a burning pain seared his body and soul, the electric sting of the blade tearing at the very essence of his being and dampening his power. He gnashed his teeth viciously, his hands becoming tight fists as his fury fueled him against the constant assault of the Master Sword, turning a glare toward the Hero. That wretched brat thought that was all he had?
"Do not think this ends here…" He warned, growling with malice in his voice. His eyes turned towards Zelda, who was dismounting the horse with a sullen look, before taking a step forward. His movement was halted with a painful shock of resistance from his condition, the Gerudo cringing and flinching before returning a fierce and hateful glare to the Hero.
"The history of Light and Shadow will be written in blood…!" He spat viciously, blood staining the corner of his mouth as the metallic, almost foreign tang coated his tongue.
The Princess stopped, looking at him with widened eyes; She knew that was directed at her. Biting her lip, guilt flushed through her—She'd promised to make things balanced with him, and had not lived up to that promise. Now, he was openly rejecting anything she had to offer him. The words stung her ears with their harshness.
Link shook his head, tired of this. It was over, and nothing the Gerudo said could change that. As Ganondorf tried to summon more of his power, he found he couldn't, and the Hero only watched as the man grew desperate.
Seething, all of the muscles in his body tensed painfully, as Ganondorf willed every thought of hate and rage to stir his strength. The more he thought of such things, the more the holy mark faded from his hand. What…Is this…? Why am I only growing weaker? He screamed in his mind, pulling with all of his soul and searching for Power's gifts. He couldn't take hold of it. Something snapped within him, like a rope breaking, and the Triforce faded from his hand altogether; The Master Sword had restricted him from using it with evil intent. This also meant that, in his mental state, he might as well have been bereft of it. His eyelids grew heavy as his vision began to blur, golden eyes lingering on the pale white streak that was the Princess. His Princess. He'd lost her. …Zelda… With his power, also faded his magics, and he could feel his anchor to Zant slipping slowly away. No…I can't…I will not…Die…
Within the Twilight realm, watching the fateful battle with the aid of the mirror gifted to him by his Lord, Zant, too, could feel the divine presence of his master slipping away. His life, the magics holding him together, were fading; Ganondorf's power was being sapped and contained, and the connection between them was almost gone. With a piercing moment of clarity and acuity, the Twili took a shaky breath, knowing what must be done. "The other Gods would see you destroyed, Master…" He whispered, bowing his head lightly toward the image within the glass. "I will never, as your humble servant, allow that to happen. Farewell, My Lord. May your power live on to restore your divinity in time." Gathering the last of his power, using the very energy of their link to each other, the Twili's neck snapped with a sickening echo, severing what little force bound Ganondorf to the world of light. Zant knew this would release his spirit from that realm, and deliver him from the assault of the Holy Blade. It was his lonely sacrifice, willing and able, that may one day see him return again.
Upon the fields, a still and calming zephyr blew, like the silent toll of a bell. Ganondorf's body stiffened as mortal death crept up from the shadows of his soul, ready to take the forged body. He could feel it, the anchor was gone. He was alone, vulnerable, and his body was going to die. Once golden eyes, alive with fire, were now glazed and white, the flames extinguished and leaving only ashes behind. This sword…His mind echoed, as everything began to fade away, This blade has undone all that I had sought to achieve… Eradicated all that I had managed thus far, in naught but a single, final stroke. His deathly gaze, unseeing, rested solely on the Princess. How can such a blade exist, to overcome the Power of the Gods themselves? Who would forge such a blasphemous blade, but Hylian kind…As his eyelids finally closed, his body giving way, his mind, intact, drifted elsewhere. He could feel the presence of the other two chosen growing ever more distant. Zelda…I will return for you…I swear it…Your line will forever…Hold it's debt to me…For this day…
The Princess and the Hero stood as the lonely wind blew. He was dead. Link had prevailed, and Ganondorf was dead. Zelda was silent, even as mystical lights and forces coalesced upon a nearby hill with lively energy. Link's attention was attracted to it like a moth to flame, as a desperate and hopeful look took hold of his friendly face. A small, black silhouette had formed as the display came to a finish, and the Hero's eyes grew wide. "It's… It's Midna…!" He gasped, starting of with a few slow steps that soon turned into an eager sprint. "She's alive!" He called happily, running in full flight toward his friend, though the Princess merely stood there, watching him as she was forgotten. It was not her reunion. Her place, for the moment, was here, before the still form of the Dark Lord. The man she'd failed to save.
A few short steps, silent upon the grass, carried her to him. Crystalline eyes, filled with regret, looked over the state of him, gloved fingers slowly moving to touch the Master Sword's pommel. "I won't forget you…Even if history has forgotten you and your people. The struggles they endured…" Her other hand rose slowly to his cheek, warm still with fleeting signs of life. "Neither of us got what we wanted here, today." She smiled softly; mournfully rubbing her thumb over the blood about the corner of his mouth. "But, I promise to you, that we will have what we wished for, in one form or another. Perhaps not how we expected… Not even how we felt it should have come about… But, in time, our actions here, what we have learned from each other, will make this world a better one. And, if no one else will, I thank you for that." Closing her eyes, her hand dropped to join the other, clasping the hilt of the sword tightly. With a deep breath, she pulled, letting it glide out of him; the once glowing wound now red and bloodied, the crimson liquid coating the blade. No sooner had the tip emerged from his flesh, did his body begin to glow faintly. With the wind's breath, his remains, proud and standing, defiant even in death, began to blow away like the sands of his forgotten home. His cold armour, the furred tunic he favoured, the tanned, weathered flesh she knew so well… Even his blazing hair, like flame, were scattered to the wind silently, leaving no trace of him. Not even a shadow to tell that he ever existed at all. A heavy sigh escaped Zelda's lips as she held the sword limply; She felt, in a strange way, a part of her had left as well. She wondered if Link, too, felt it, or whether it was exclusively between her and the Gerudo. After all the tears…Now, perhaps when I need them most, they do not fall… Crystalline eyes turned toward the horizon, as even the blood upon the sword turned to ashes and drifted away into the sunset, as the wind sung a lonely hymn for a broken man.
"Goodbye, Ganondorf."