I really, truly, dearly apologize for the lateness and overall awful this chapter is, haha. I have had an unimaginable amount of RL crap going on, and this chapter was a pain the whole way, and I'm just glad to freaking post it already. It's riddled with mistakes and strangeness that I will fix later. Much later, haha. Also, I'm thinking one more chapter after this. And an epilogue. So... Yeah, enjoy!

Please note that the first half of this chapter is all lemon. I dunno if it's even allowed, haha. So if you don't want to read the sex scene, just skip down to the first series of - - -'s and you'll be safe.

Warnings: Major Yaoi Sex Scene. Swearing I think.

Disclaimer: Legend of Zelda, it's characters and it's plot do not belong to me. This story does, yadda yadda, mistakes are mine, awkwardness is definitely mine.

And a HUGE thank you to my Beta's: Fenrir Riku, Flaming Doritos, Shibara, and SilverEars! In no order of course, you were all a big help and I tried to use tips and pieces from all of you. If I didn't, I'll go back and fix it, haha. Actually, did I even let you all get back to me? ... Huh. If I didn't, please slap me in the face, haha, I'll get it fixed. *Goes to Bed*

Link sat in stunned silence, his arms loosening in their hold. Dark's rapid breath filled his ear, hot and nervous and speaking of an excitement Link could not understand. If the Shadow's heart beat any faster, he feared it would break free of the cage enclosing it. But what to say to such a statement? To know now that Dark loved him... It meant everything, it changed everything. Now there was absolutely no way he could just leave this time. Dark had to come with him. No matter what it took, no matter how long they had to search, he would not leave without the Shadow.

He swallowed, the weight of the situation weighing him down. Here they were wrapped up in each others arms, Dark awaiting some form of acknowledgement to his words, and Link, who was painfully tongue-tied. Was he supposed to return the sentiment or just continue the actions they had been indulging in before? Unsure, he settled for nuzzling into the face beside his own, tightening his hold on the man above him. It wasn't a negative reaction, so Link hoped it would suffice. But at the moment he just didn't know how to reply. It was... embarrassing, to say the least. To be spotlighted in such a way in a situation such as this. But, even though he was completely silent, Dark seemed to understand.

Their lips met in an awkward dance, the sudden unease between them a tangible mist in the air. Yet as their bodies drew closer and the kiss more needy, the tautness of their shoulders faded, and the tension melted with it. The grass beneath them was cold and wet, but even as Dark pressed Link down into it the Hero made no sound of protest, only appreciative little cries and anxious breath. Dark, feeling safe as he dipped his tongue between those blossoming rose petal lips, tested how far the Hero was willing to take this by sliding his hand down the front of his tunic. There were only two ways to get his hand beneath it, either by sticking it down the collar or by sliding up from the very bottom. Which, to do so, he would have to bypass the belt Link latched pretty much everything onto. A pouch for rupees, a couple empty bottles, and whatever tool he was currently using the most was the norm.

Slowly, carefully, Dark set his hand upon Links thigh, absentmindedly smoothing the fabric there as he continued to caress his Hero's lips. He would keep him occupied and make his move, to try and get the blond so worked up that there would be no turning back. He wanted to prove just how much he cared for Link. The degree to which he loved him. There were other ways, certainly, but this, to him, was the best. It would be much more... interesting. And not just for him, but for the both of them.

Link's hands were clutching at his hair, scraping with dull nails at his scalp. Dark didn't mind because he hardly noticed. All that mattered was the warm body beneath him and the man he wanted to spend the entirety of his life with. Oh so carefully he slid his hand up the forest green tunic, meeting resistance at the belt keeping the fabric in place. It was too tight to slide his hand under, so he reluctantly pulled his hand free and fumbled with the catch on the belt. His nail caught on the leather, snapping into a jagged angle when it caught on the material. Dark swore against Links lips, and the blond, seemingly coming out of a trance, peered up at him curiously. Sheepishly, the shadow moved his hand to the grass beneath the two of them, uprooting the blades there in frustration.

"I was trying to get your belt undone. But... It's kind of difficult."

To his complete surprise, Link sat up and reached for the belt himself, undoing the clasp with practised ease. He pulled it away from his waist, bottles and pouches and all, then threw it to the side. Link began to reach for the sleeves of his tunic as well, intending to take it off, but Dark reached forward in a frantic rush, toppling them both over in his haste. He blushed furiously, gripping both of Link's wrists in his hands. He'd meant to halt the man's actions so he could take the clothing off himself, but suddenly he was a total klutz, and even the most mundane tasks were too difficult.

"Sorry, I'm just a tad nervous. Allow me." Dark released his clammy grip and grabbed the end of Link's tunic. Hastily pulling it up, Link helping him by lifting his hips, Dark was able to remove the clothing. Link shimmied out of the piece and grinned up at the Shadow. Perhaps he'd been suddenly possessed, the Shadow wondered, reaching for his own clothing. The Hero was just so... involved. He didn't seem to be the nervous, stuttering Hero he often became when Dark tried to become involved with him. Link watched Dark in silence, drool pooling in the space between his tongue and teeth. He'd missed this man so much, and seen him so little as of late. This was perfect, this was what they both needed, and wanted.

And now that he looked, he realized for the first time that Dark had found something new to wear. He felt silly for overlooking something so obvious, but then Dark's ruby eyes were upon him again and his mind shorted out. Like fire, the orbs pinned him to the grass, blazing even hotter as Dark leaned over and took Link's face in his hand. Their lips whispered against one another, and then Link was pressing violently, eager for more. Dark moaned deep within his throat, pushing the Hero into the grass with his shoulders. His hands were grasping for the line of Link's breeches, fingers sliding teasingly beneath the material. To remove them though, he had to break away from the delicious heat that was Link's mouth, and he smiled as seductively as he could as he stroked the material beneath the pads of his fingers. The fabric lifted easily away from the Hero's skin, and Dark began to pull it free, his knuckles brushing over the creamy skin along the way.

Link's boots were in the way. He released his grip on the trousers and grabbed both of Link's heels, sliding the boots off and chucking them to the side. If he wasn't mistaken, one landed with a muddy splash in the river. He peeked up at the Hero as he finished removing the pants, but Link was too engrossed in the Shadow's actions to notice his missing boot. A boot that would surely be swept away in a minute or two, tops.

'Oh, well. It'll be something to laugh about in the morning.'

Dark lifted his head and took in the sight before him. His throat tightened and his breath left him in a choke. With Link lying there in the moonlight, his golden hair shining and a flimsy sheet of chain mail covering nothing but his chest, the Hero looked less of a man and more of a God. Truly, Dark marvelled, this man was a genuine Hero. As he stood and removed the last few pieces of his own clothing, Dark found himself feeling incredibly plain, pale and despicable under the blond's intense stare. He felt scrutinized and vulnerable, and his eyes found the ground as he awkwardly toed off his boots.

"Amazing..."

Surprised, Dark caught Link's eyes and raised an eyebrow. Link had been so quiet, so his sudden, confident voice confused him.

"What?" He breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You're amazing. Gorgeous, even. So pale... It's like you're glowing."

Dark blinked, stopped to ponder the words, then let his frown break into a confident smirk. So what if he didn't feel amazing? As long as Link thought he was, that was all that mattered. He carefully lowered himself to the ground, gripping Link's knees in each hand and hesitantly spreading the Hero's legs. Link looked up at him, his face so red it matched Dark's eyes, and the Shadow could tell that it was taking all of his willpower not to stand and run away. He loved Link even more for this, for having so much trust in him. He bent and nipped at the blond's lower lip, his hands finding purchase on the dew-soaked grass. Sliding his tongue into Link's parted mouth, he swirled the muscle over teeth and gum, tasting and searching in curiosity. He wanted to feel more though, to make the entire act even better for the man. Link was flushed and panting for air, but it wasn't enough just yet. He wanted Link to moan for him, to whisper his name in reverence.

He nipped along the blond's jawline, leaning all his weight on one arm so he could run his fingers under the chain mail and over the expanse of smooth white skin on Link's chest. There were many small scars and scratches and bumps, and Dark smoothed his fingers over each and every one, memorizing the feel of them and remembering their texture. His hand passed over a nipple hardened by the cold night air, and he pinched it experimentally. Not only did it harden further, but Link gave a breathy little moan and closed his eyes. Dark watched his face, reading his expression. So he liked that, huh? He returned to the bottom of the garment and peeled it upwards, the sweat exuding from his Hero sticking to it. Link wiggled as the garb bunched up at his shoulders, but soon it was on the ground with the rest of their clothing, and both of them found themselves completely naked to the night air and the witnessing moon. Smirking, Dark gave the earlobe he'd been attending to earlier a farewell lick, and then replaced his hands with his mouth. Link threw his head back as he did so, soaking his hair in the wet grass. Laving at the little peak before him, Dark closed his mouth over it, running his teeth over the sensitive skin there.

"Dark, cut that out." Link breathed, his hand finding purchase on the back of the Shadow's neck. He pulled halfheartedly at the hair on his nape, trying to tug him away. Dark, feeling merciful, released with a wet smack of his lips, and, before pulling away completely, sucked air in through his mouth to pull cool air over the skin. Link trembled and Dark grinned in his success. He turned his attention to the other one, tweaking it tightly with his fingers and then running a single digit all around it to soothe the pain. Dark brought himself closer, plastering their bodies against one another as he placed another kiss on the Hero's lips, and at the pressure against his thigh found that Link was ready for him. The Shadow's heart skipped a beat.

He knew what to do, that was certain. But would Link wonder how? He didn't feel like explaining at the moment just how sick the Dark King was while he was alive, and how lonely all those years in the Water Temple had been. How he'd touched himself just to remind his body that life wasn't all that bad. That was the past though, and this was now.

Dark looked at his hand thoughtfully, wondering if he should do it himself or allow Link to. The very thought of the blond's rosy mouth closing around him made him ache, and he pressed a couple digits to the slightly parted mouth of the Hero. Link blinked at him in confusion.

"What are you expecting me to do with them?"

"Suck on them." Dark purred, his eyes falling to half-mast. While Link looked embarrassed to be doing so, and became even more flustered when he realized that Dark was going to watch him, the blond took the offered fingers into his mouth, running his tongue over and between them. They tasted of salt and earth, of sweat and grass, and Link found that he didn't really mind the flavor. It was, at the very least, pleasant. Dark hummed in approval as his knuckle grazed Link's upper lip, his fingers quite happy in their current housing. The Hero's tongue was soft and gentle as it caressed the pads of his fingers, and when Dark deemed them wet enough, he pulled his finger out to the nail, but couldn't resist sliding them back in, and then out again, two, three, four times, as a prelude to what he'd be doing in another place entirely.

Link caught his drift and blushed furiously, his eyes closing as Dark removed his fingers for good. He was already seated between the Hero's legs, which seemed to be clamping against him in an effort to hide himself. Dark smiled and ran his fingers up and over a sturdy calf, a solid knee, smooth thighs and a strong hip. He scooted forward, lifting Link a few inches off the ground and positioning him on his knees. Link lay on his back, his eyes opening to stare into space. He could only wait impatiently for whatever Dark was planning, and, resigned, he worried at his lip instead. His thoughts were muddled, each and every one directed instead to the raging blood pounding throughout him. It was so hot, and yet the grass beneath him was so cold. He felt a finger coaxing at a very strange place and jumped, his hands reaching to bat the Shadow away, but instead falling away as one slipped inside him. It was strange and uncomfortable and weird as it wriggled further into him. He bore the oddity for a minute more before panicking.

"Dark, what the hell are you doing?" He whimpered, his back arching despite himself. Dark made a soft noise, and another finger joined the first. Link keened. While it was odd in every aspect of his mind, it felt... Nice. Strange as it was, he moaned quietly, content to lay there and let the Shadow do as he pleased. He couldn't bring himself to look at him though, nor could he even open his eyes more than a fraction of an inch.

As gently as he could, the Shadow eased another finger in with the first two, stretching the tight ring of muscle until it tried less to push him out, and instead tried to pull him in further. And to be this close to his Hero... It was splendid indeed. He watched the Hero's face contort in confusion, sometimes pain, and mostly pleasure. With every rapid breath he took, the exhalation was more of a keening sigh and a whimper than a simple breath. His blood spiked and he felt that he would burst unless he acted soon. Dark removed his fingers carefully, smiling to himself as Link made a noise of disapproval.

And then he reached for the hips he'd admired from afar for so long, sliding them over his knees and thighs until he was as close to his Hero as he could get without being inside him. Leaning forward to brace himself against the grass with his knees, he grasped Link's thighs in each of his hands and let himself fall until he was face to face with the Hero. He couldn't hold this position for long, but he had to make sure, he had to hear him say it.

"Link..." He whispered, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. When had he last spoken? He couldn't remember. Bright blue eyes opened to him, coy and brimming with tears. Dark's heart swelled. "Are you alright? With, er, this?"

Even though it seemed impossible, the Hero, who had been so confident in the beginning, blushed even darker. He still didn't know what to say, still didn't quite know how to act, and he really wasn't even aware of what was going on. His mind was numb, and, before he could stop himself, he nodded weakly, once, twice, and then closed his eyes again.

"You're so cute, Link..." Dark murmured, kissing the blond's forehead and then moving away. He grasped the quaking thighs in his hands tighter, pulling Link's body closer and raising him up. This was it... This was his defining moment. Dark positioned himself at the entrance to Link's body, then moved, sliding himself ever inwards. It was hot and tight and amazing, and the keening whimpers Link was bombarding him with made it so much more enjoyable. He could only hope, as he watched Link writhe beneath him, that the Hero was enjoying it as much as he was.

He moved leisurely at first, getting a feel for what he was doing, and when the Hero began to urge him on in breathy little commands, he moved more rapidly. Sweat dripped down his face, mingling with the beads already scooting down his chest until they dripped free and fell to the grass. The grass being the only thing keeping them connected to this world, and to consciousness itself. It was cool against Link's back and frigid under Dark's knees, and as the two warriors rocked against one another, the grass gave way and uprooted, smearing dirt and mud on their skin. Neither minded. Dark panted for breath, his chest rising and falling just as rapidly as Link's. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out, and he feared that he would be spent before his Hero was satisfied. Reaching for Link, he grasped him in his hand, gentle and kind as he matched his thrusts to his strokes. Link moaned beneath him, wanton and needy and loud. But it wasn't enough just yet, he had to hear his name on those lips! With renewed strength, and a bright light building up behind his eyes, he pulled as far away as he could without leaving Link's body, and with an absentminded stroke, he pushed back in as hard as he could, grinding his hips against the Hero. There was a startled, high-pitched cry, the blond's tongue trying to form words, and he found that among the verbal trash he could only find a single word that made sense to him.

"Dark!"

The light behind his eyes exploded, taking over him completely. Link snapped like the leather on a bow, and slumped into the grass. Above him, Dark thrust a couple times more, his blood surging and his heart pounding in his ears, and then he too met his satisfaction and slumped, spent, onto the body beneath him. They lay there panting for breath and basking in the glory of their actions, unable to shift or speak.

Dark was the first to move, the pressure in his belly gone and his body exhausted. He removed himself from Link's body gently, the blond hissing at the loss. Once done he flopped onto the grass, relishing in its cool texture. Link turned his head to the side, tears drying at the corners of his eyes. Dark met his stare and, with a smile, pulled the Hero to him. Their lips met, warm and pure against one another. And, feeling that they were, for the first time, truly complete, the Shadow and the Hero of Time fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

Molten gold and red hot lava concentrated upon a central point, spiraling from the very heavens themselves, and then shot towards the plains and mountains that made up Hyrule. The energy twisted and curled like that of a serpents body, and then it mutated, splitting in two at the base and darkening. One became like the sun, and the other the moon, then morphed completely into hues of red and green. The beams danced alongside one another as if racing, and when the surface of the world came into focus, they did not slow. Only when the grass caressed it's underbelly, did it pull up, traveling over the earth at unimaginable speeds. It had a most important purpose, one that could only be carried out by it itself. After all, this embodiment of power, this energy, was very special indeed. It was the very energy of the three Goddesses. Two, in this case actually. Nayru had only watched in eager anticipation as Farore and Din summoned their magic. Red and Green entwined had made their way to the surface world, seeking out a very special pair of men.

Men who had been chosen by the Triforce-Shards of Power and Courage.

Nayru giggled to herself. After all, neither knew that Shadow-Man was the newest Wielder-Of-The- Triforce-Of-Power. No one did, as a matter of fact. It was going to be a fun day, the Goddess mused.

It was like staring into the sun and having no idea what to make of it. He'd never seen something like this, a light this pure and weightless. Like the essence of a spirit it circled above them, it's body sparking and sizzling with energy. Dark had never witnessed such powerful magic, and to say that he was stunned would be an understatement. After all, just a moment ago he'd been happily snoozing away, his leg hitched over the blond at his side. Said blond was still asleep, completely clueless to the could-be danger above them.

"Who conjured you and what do you want?" Dark said boldly. He was angry that this intimate moment had been rudely interrupted. In reply the essence dipped, curling around him like a scarf. The Shadow jerked, fearing that it's bright red body would burn like fire, but it was like cool silk caressing him. It furled around his head and neck, then slithered down his arm. He noticed, with a panic, that there were actually two separate spells bound into one, and the other was hovering over his Hero. Dark lashed out at it, chopping with his hand straight down the middle.

"Ouch! Dammit!"

"What? What is it?" Link shot straight up, awoken by Darks pained cry. The Shadow, who had been nursing his hand by curling in on himself, had been leaning over the Hero. When the blond rose, his head struck the others and they both feel back in a daze, holding their heads and moaning in pain. The spells seemed to watch in an amused silence, their forms bobbing in the air.

"I didn't expect it to be so... Solid." Dark grumbled as he recovered, glaring at the earth green spell. It ignored him and returned to the Hero, who was still rubbing his head and gaining his bearings. When he saw the light before him, the first thought that came to mind was Navi. He really should have been searching for her... The spell began to rise high above his head, the other following.

"Um. I feel like I've missed something important." Link said. Dark shrugged.

"I've only just woken up. They were just... Here."

"Should spells even move like that? Like they're alive?" Link asked him.

"I've never seen them act that way. But then again, that's some pretty strong magic there."

"Weird." In unison, they watched as the spells began to spin, gaining speed and growing steadily larger as the seconds ticked by. Link gulped. "Should we be worried?"

Like an arrow being shot from an overstretch bow, the spells snapped and dove straight for them. The men screamed and grabbed for each other, huddling on the grass and the oncoming attack.

But instead of an attack, the spell burst all around them, showering the two in sparks and fragments of light. Links scream died to a whisper while Dark continued yowling. He hadn't noticed that they'd both been unharmed. Link raised a hand and covered the Shadows gaping mouth. Immediately the man stopped, his eyes whirling around to assess the damage, and then he flushed, his eyebrows drawn downwards in a pout. Smiling, Link removed his hand, which, he noticed was very different all of a sudden.

"What in the name of Din?" Etched onto the back of his hand, prominent against his pale skin, was a golden triangle. He knew without being told that it was the Shard of courage. Link gulped. "So I really am a chosen one."

"Woah! Check this out!" Dark shoved his hand in Links face. The Heroes jaw dropped. A triangle just like his own was glowing on the back of Darks hand, the skin around it raw and burned. Was it... Could it really be?

"You are the chosen carrier of the Triforce of Power..."

"The what?" Dark said, his mind completely engrossed on the tattoo. His eyes played over the shard, and before Link could finish speaking he let out a gasp. "You know what this means, don't you?"

"That you hold a piece of the Triforce?" Link said tentatively, the Shadows excitement hitting him in waves. It rolled off the others body as he stared into space. He was daydreaming, the Hero assumed, about what the future held. About the time they could return to. They would get to spend the rest of their lives together now!

That thought filled him with an intense hope. And the his eyes widened and a dark blush blossomed on his face. Dark had begun babbling but stopped when he noticed it. The Hero was shaking, realizing for the first time that he was naked. He tried to appear nonchalant as he peered over at the man sitting a few feet away from him, a man who was staring at him quizzically. A man who was also naked. What they'd done last night. What Dark had said to him...

"Oh, Goddesses!" Link cried, his hands rushing up to cover his face and the bright red tinting it. He curled into a ball, every inch of his skin flushing. Dark watched with a hand clamped over his mouth. He knew he couldn't laugh, but the temptation was almost too much. It didn't help him when Link parted his fingers and peered at him through them. Dark gave a little wave and blew a kiss, sending the Hero into another fit of nonsensical words and uncontrollable blushes.

He settled upon a mental chuckle as he drew the blond to him. The day was young and had presented him with an amazing gift. A precious shard of the Triforce? How lucky, he thought. Although... It made sense... After all, his body was playing host to the Dark Lord. Even now he could feel the stir in the back of his mind, the villain bristling in anxiety. Ganon wanted Dark out of the picture, that much was true. But now that he had the shard he could go back in time with Link, just as he'd planned.

But somehow he felt something was missing. Dark glanced at their surrounding area, trying to pinpoint the strange sense. The spells had vanished, their energy now pulsating in the form of tattoos on the back of their hands. Not an enemy to be seen. The river ran as strong as ever. What was it? Had he forgotten something?

Dark tried to remember anything and everything that would be of importance at this certain time. He'd consummated his relationship with the Hero, found the shard as he'd promised, confessed his love as the Goddesses had told him to...

"Oh no..."

Link looked up at him, blue eyes curious. He was wrapped up within the Shadows arms, his own arms encircling his knees. His fiery blush had dwindled to mere embers. "What's the matter?"

The matter was, Dark thought, that the Hero had never truly said, 'I love you, too.' So, in all truth, Link still hadn't accepted him. Even though he had, at least, given him his body. That meant the deal with the Goddesses wasn't sealed yet, and that he was still in danger of disappearing.

"Shit, Link, I need you to tell me-" He stopped mid-sentence, his tongue curling in distaste. Link stared at him expectantly.

"Tell you what?"

'You are not allowed to inform him of our words.'

'And you cannot give him an ultimatum.'

'If he accepts you, we will return you to the life you lived only briefly. You will have the choice to do what you wish, whenever you wish. You'll be free.'

Dark was stuck. "Ah, nothing, don't worry about it." He nuzzled his cheek against the blonds flaxen hair, pulling the man as close as possible. Link squirmed in his hold a moment and the settled. The Hero smiled conspicuously, his cheeks dusted. Dark could go home with him. They could do everything the Shadow had promised. The tale of the Hero of Time was quickly ending, and he was almost glad to be rid of it's chapters. Each was riddled with evil and sprinkled with despair. Only three things had kept him going. His pride, Navi, and Dark.

'He's not just Dark anymore, though... He's... My lover.'

As much as he wanted to curl inwards and blush, he only smiled. If only he could put these emotions into words. Would, 'I love you.' really cut it? Link didn't know. After all, this entire time he'd felt so conflicted. Dark had been always been an enigma. But at the same time, he'd always been... There. Before the water temple his life had been all about duty and fate. Now he had a choice.

'My choice... Is to love you.' It was only three words. Three tiny words. 'But they hold so much weight!' Link reminded himself. Even so, he clenched his fists and swallowed the nervous knot in his throat. He could do it. He could say it.

"Dark... I-"

"Someone's coming!" Dark hissed, his limbs jerking shakily. He rose to his feet, the Hero still captured against him. Link let himself blush this time. Someone was coming... And he was naked. He was naked and Dark was naked, and whoever it was could only assume...

"Shit!" Link shouted as he scrambled for the nearest article of clothing. He found his hat and tugged it over his frazzled hair, then wriggled into his tunic without bothering to find his undershirt of chainmail. Dark bumped into him as he reached for his boot and they both toppled over, landing in a heap at the rivers edge. Wide eyed, Dark looked down at Link as they found themselves in a familiar position. Before they could move, someone let out a shout of surprise.

"Why is it that whenever I come here you two seem to be doing something inappropriate? Dear Goddess, get ahold of yourselves."

"Well Princess, if you hadn't interrupted that's exactly what we would have done."

"Dark!" Link shoved the Shadow off of him, sending him headfirst into the river. Zelda stood several meters away, looking embarrassed and annoyed. Flustered, Link reached for his boot and tugged it on.

"Something you wanted Princess?" Dark said casually, heaving himself onto the bank. He noticed Link's travelling gaze and discovered that he was searching for his other boot. Tough luck there, he thought.

"Yes, actually." The woman said, her composure restored. She turned her eyes to Link and clasped her hands at her waist. "I'm afraid," She paused and frowned. "That my power over the Triforce appears to be waning. The shards know there is no longer an immediate danger, so they are going into sleep to preserve their strength. Therefore, should we not find the other shard immediately... You cannot go back in time at all."

She raised her mournful eyes to apologize to the Hero, but found him sitting with a rather childish grin. She raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"We already found the last piece, Princess." Link said. He looked at Dark who raised his hand and smirked. "We can finally go home."

The Shadow smiled at the Princess. "Looks like I've been chosen, huh? Now you can send both of us back in time!"

Dark and Link looked to the Princess for a smile they felt should have appeared. But Zelda stood still, her face blank. And when she did speak, it was lost and broken.

"No. No I cannot..."

"What? Why?" Link stood and ran to the woman, taking her hands in his. "Surely you still have enough power. You must!"

Princess Zelda recoiled and stepped away from the Hero. Dark glared at her and she countered with a furious snarl of her own.

"I do not want to send you back, Link. Can't you see?" A tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. "I love you! I won't let you leave me!"

Dun Dun DUN. Cliffhanger again. Next chapter is already in work, so no worries. Also, please tell me how I did. This chapter was a big slice of fail pie if I do say so myself, haha. And again, I'm really sad this story is about to end. *Sobs*

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