I'm not including anything from the DLC, btw. I considered a fifth Divine Beast but I'm not sure what I would do for it.
Also I have absolutely no idea what to do in the next ch lol I didn't think this through everything I write is shit have a nice day
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Beside them, Zora River rushed on endlessly? pushing against rocks with no effort at all. Ghirahim lead the group as usual, and Link was behind him. Then there was Elon, then Teba, then Yunobo, and Brutela walked alongside Yunobo. Most of their faces were red from the cold. They'd have to get warmer clothes the first chance they got.
Two days before the Sheikah with them had split off for Hateno. Ghirahim had allowed them to take half their supplies, insisting that they weren't go anywhere where fruit trees weren't plentiful.
"When you retrieve the Master Sword, go back to Kakariko. We'll see what we can get together before you go to Hyrule Castle," Purah had said, waving as she walked away.
Those words rolled over and over in Link's head, serving as a constant reminder that by the next week he would likely already be in the castle or would be heading toward the castle. Or dead.
No matter how hard he tried, Link couldn't imagine himself or anyone else navigating the ancient halls, stirring up layers and layers of dust with each step, or dodging any guardian that got in the way. But it would be happening, and soon.
He shivered at the thought.
The trail drooped toward the river and curved out of sight. As they rounded this curve, a tall bridge made out of the same semi transparent stone that Zora's Domain was made from. It glowed faintly in the shadow of the steep hills and cliffs, illuminating four Zora sitting against the guard rails. Above them in one of the two watch towers on either side of the bridge were two more Zora whom were easily recognizable by their tall stature.
"What are they doing out here alone?" Brutela asked, voice hushed as if they had come into earshot of the six Zora.
"Perhaps they're going somewhere," Ghirahim suggested. "Can't imagine where, though. They can't go many places since they live in the water."
"No, that doesn't feel right. Look, one of them is hurt."
The mentioned Zora sat against the guard rail, but his head drooped back against the cold stone, and he was completely still. There was a hastily bandaged wound on his side, but these bandages seemed to be useless as the blood soaked through them. Another Zora dug through a bag, but his look of frustration told that he didn't find what he wanted.
As they approached, a third one looked up, her face wrought with worry. Her skin was a distinct blue, much lighter and prominent than Ziya's. "Who are you?" she asked, trembling hand clutching a long blade. It was difficult to doubt that she could have sliced through anything she damn well wanted to.
"Link is the one that dealt with your issues with Vah Ruta," Ghirahim said, motioning toward the Hylian beside him.
She relaxed, but within half a second she tense again. "If that's true, then you would have that tablet thing, right? The Sheikah thing?"
Link felt his stomach drop. Ghirahim fell silent, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. The others shuffled nervously behind him.
"It was stolen," the demon finally said.
She took a step back. "So you have no way of proving who you are. We've had enough Yiga pretending to be the Hylian Champion..."
"Relax, Cory. It's the real thing this time."
The Zora name Cory flinched, then looked above her where Ziya had stood long enough to assure her before turning to wake her brother. Cory glanced at the others and hesitated, her eyes still holding the instinctive fear, before she lowered her weapon.
Sidon jumped down, and Ziya followed after him.
"It's good to see you," he said, but his voice held none of the energy it had the first time Link met him.
"I'd assume that something happened, then?" Ghirahim said, his voice carrying none of the weight the situation suddenly held.
Both Zora averted their eyes. Cory followed their example. It was only a second Zora, who had a bright gray color, that dared to look up. "Our king was killed. For now, at least, the Yiga Clan occupy the domain."
So Kohga wasn't lying. Link swallowed hard. And now he knew that the Yiga wouldn't stop, even with their leader dead.
But he couldn't help but wonder if Kohga was truly dead. Surely he'd have hesitated to kill himself if he had any desire to stay alive, even if it was to kill Link.
"That doesn't mean I don't wanna go to Hyrule Castle," Ziya broke in. Her voice trembled with barely contained anger. Her sharp teeth suddenly became more prominent. "If anything I want to go more. Someone's gonna fucking pay for our dad's life."
"I do too," Sidon said. "Father..." His voice cracked at the word, and he cleared his throat. "Father taught us how to kill a guardian. In case we had to. I think that could be of use to you." He turned his head to the four soldiers. "How is Bazz doing?"
The third Zora, a tall dark brown one, spoke. He looked less like a warrior than the others, and his hands trembled. "I... I can't say for certain he'll live. Prince Sidon, Princess Ziya... You don't really intend to go there, do you?" He looked up at the enormous Zora. "No one has made it there in a century."
"Fronk, I have to. It would be an insult to Father if I didn't."
The light gray Zora spoke up. "I'll be damned if you think I'm gonna just let the future Zora King We don't want a repeat of Princess Mipha and the elders. I'm going too."
"I think we have enough people," Ghirahim said snappishly. "Unless you're willing to get your own food."
"This isn't part of your job," Sidon said softly. "You have a family. Go to them. Help Bazz."1
The Zora shook his head, clutching his spear with a death grip. "My family are under the control of the Yiga. Vah Ruta is raging again. If you're going to go after the thing causing all of this, this is the best way to help them."
Link looked at Ghirahim out of the corner of his eye, lips pursed. Ghirahim narrowed his eyes.
"Sorry to spoil your moment of honor, but we can't exactly sustain eleven people on what we have now. Even minus me," the demon said, his voice kind but laced with annoyance.
"We have provisions," the light gray Zora said, motioning toward a bag laying against the guard rail along with a spear. She returned Ghirahim's annoyance. It was obvious they'd hardly been prepared for an attack, or there would have been more reliable weapons.
Ghirahim watched Link's response out of the corner of his eye. Links brows were furrowed. He chewed on his lip, completely unaware as he watched in silence. He couldn't understand why he was so against more people.
More people meant less of a chance for you to die. But it also meant that more lives were at risk.
/
Dusk rolled across the world, and no person had a speck of energy left. Before they left, Elon had managed to help Ziya heal the worst of Bazz's wounds, since the Zora was too emotionally and physically exhausted to do much herself. For a while they simply sat away from the group, chatting the time away while they worked. Bazz was in and out of consciousness, but as the night progressed he got better.
It had taken them four hours to reach the bridge that cut across the Zora Lake, and another hour for them to find a boulder that they could rest under. From where they sat, just up the hill Hyrule Castle would be in view.
Ghirahim left, never stating where he would go. Elon was unusually irritable for the entire night, and for a time his neutral expression was a glare pointed toward the night air. He recalled all too clearly the last time Ghirahim had left without saying where.
It was only twenty minutes after Ghirahim left that Link walked up the hill, completely ignoring the threat of stal monsters. Apparently in the region around Kakariko and Central Hyrule horses and their dead riders would appear to slaughter anyone that they came across, but Link didn't care.
He stood at the top of the hill, his feet at the very edge of a steep cliff. Below him a river rushed by, and a guardian stalker wandered through the grassy fields, unaware of the Hylian gazing down at it.
Link turned his gaze toward Hyrule Castle. Just as always, the seven pillars stood around it, emitting their eerie purple glow. That black cloud continued to swirl just as it did when Link awoke. Now he was close enough to notice the Malice attached to the side of the castle, the strange substance having formed solid spikes.
Was that where he lived out his childhood? His teenager years?
Who was my mom? My dad? What was my childhood like?
Goddesses, how old even am I?
Suddenly he missed people he didn't remember. Times he didn't remember. He clawed about his own mind, hoping to find a face for his own father, but he came up nothing.
Link was a dead man, just like his dad. Just like his family. Someone else inhabited his body now. Someone with no identity of their own. This someone had to do everything Link ever did and more.
That had to be it. That had to be why he remembered so little.
Link laughed bitterly, but this laugh dissolved into tears. He cried into his hands, bawled like a little fucking baby.
He wasn't unaware of who was there until he grabbed his shoulder, and Link turned to find Ghirahim looking down at him with a nonchalant expression. Link turned away again, pained to even look at him.
Within moments his hand was in Link's hair, smoothing out anything that wasn't in his hairbow, even if Link had turned away. "I left for thirty minutes and find you like this. What's gotten into you? I've only seen you cry like that once."
Link remained silent, certain that if he shared his thought Ghirahim wouldn't accept it.
"And neither time you wanted to talk," Ghirahim said, slowly tugging the hairbow out of Link's hair, ear open for any complaint from the Hylian. He ran his fingers through the wild thing that hung loosely against Link's neck, carefully pulling out the tangles. Link closed his eyes, leaning his head forward into Ghirahim's chest. Ghirahim hummed softly in approval despite the mess before him and continued his handiwork. "Bottling things up won't help you. We don't another explosion like that one time, do we?"
Link bitterly recalled his breakdown a century before. He didn't want to even think of that at the moment.
"Where did you go?" Link asked. "Elon's pretty pissed off about it."
Ghirahim paused, adjusting to the change in subject. He pressured Link no more, but continued to run his fingers through his hair and allowed the conversation to run its course. Maybe it would come back to that. "I know that. He gave me a few ugly looks when I asked where you were. But I only went to Castle Town. I wanted to get into Hyrule Castle and find a possible easy way up, but I couldn't get in. The bridge gate is closed."
"Is that really what kept people out for a hundred years? A bridge gate?"
"I doubt it," Ghirahim said, the smile audible in his voice. "Guardians swarm around there. Only someone skilled at stealth could even make it close to Hyrule Castle, and even then I'm sure there are places where stealth won't help you. A Zora could simply take the river to get in, but there must be some reason why no Zora has gone into Hyrule Castle. I'd find out myself if I knew the place well enough to teleport inside."
"Did you find out what the pillars are for?" Although they hadn't been a pressing question on his mind, he did feel a small pang of curiosity every once in a while. Now was one of those occasions.
"No. They appeared during the Calamity. Perhaps people knew of them before the Calamity, but most of the research is lost within the castle."
Link paused, then changed the subject again. "Ghirahim, how old was I before the Calamity?"
Link felt Ghirahim's fingers halt. The stop only lasted a fraction of a second, but it was noticeable. "Why do you ask? I don't see much of a reason for you knowing. Everything is so disorganized now, even after a hundred years. You're not going to require some sort of identity like that in order to function as part of society."
"Everyone should know their age. I don't. Do you know my birthday too?"
He frowned. "I don't know my age either, but... Your birthday is in the winter. December fourth. I can't be certain of your age. I know you were older than Zelda. She'd turned seventeen the day of the Calamity."
Link frowned and fell into silence. Only old men forgot their age and birthday. He was old for a Hylian, sure, but he wasn't exactly considered elderly. He changed the subject again. "Are we just gonna rush into Hyrule Castle despite the Divine Beasts?"
Ghirahim took a moment to adjust. "Do we have a choice? Are you sure you want to keep quiet?"
"It's stupid. Anyway, aren't you worried about Yunobo? He's only a kid."
Ghirahim didn't take it this time. "I'd think if you were crying like that it's not 'stupid'."
Link looked up at him now. Ghirahim only twisted a strand of hair around his finger and looked down at him.
"I'll get over it," Link said.
Ghirahim frowned, but didn't pressure him. "Don't shut yourself out like before. You'll become a mess."
"From the moment I woke up I was a mess."
"Then pull yourself together. You can't afford to be a mess now."
"I'm trying," Link said, now thoroughly enjoying the treatment his hair was getting. "This feels nice."
"I would hope so." That was the shortest response Ghirahim had given. He lapsed into silence, his fingers still running through the blond hair. "Tomorrow you'll be getting the sword."
"I know."
"Good luck."
/
"Is this it?"
Link stared into the thick, soupy fog uneasily. Behind him stood everyone else. Ghirahim crossed his arms.
"This is it," Ghirahim said, holding back frustration at Link's hesitance. "I can't think of anywhere else the sword would be. And I think I can sense it somewhere in there. You'll have to go alone."
"This isn't the type of place where I'd want to hide a sacred blade," Teba said.
"Name somewhere better," Ghirahim said, turning to narrow his eyes at Teba.
"Tangyar Canyon. There's a temple there-"
"That's filled to the brim with guardians. Try again."
Teba frowned. "A forest isn't much better."
"A lot of people say they want to come here and take the blade for themselves. They're all fools, but I've heard no one say the Master Sword is somewhere else. I can't guarantee that it's here, but the chance is high. Plus this isn't an ordinary forest. Only a select few people can get through."
"I don't think I can see five feet in front of me in that fog," Link said, turning to Ghirahim. "Are you sure this is the place and it's not, I don't know, cursed?"
Ghirahim rolled his eyes. His patience was running thin. "It's not fucking cursed. Quit acting like a coward. When will all of you stop acting like I'm some fool? Most of you oppose everything I say." He turned to the others, sending another glare at Teba in particular.
The Rito straightened his back so that he had at least a foot of height on Ghirahim and returned it.
"Now we can see which two people have the most sensitive pride here," Link said, grinning like a little boy. "Fine. I'll go in. See you tomorrow, if I don't get lost. Or cursed."
Ghirahim broke the standoff to look at Link. "I doubt you'll get lost. And you'll probably be back by today. Watch."
But Link had already been swallowed by the fog. It felt strangely quiet and uncomfortable without him especially for Ghirahim.
"What if he does get lost?" Yunobo asked. Being the youngest one of the group, he didn't talk much. Neither did the four Zora; they remained by Sidon and Ziya's side in their new spot near the front, just behind Brutela, but they displayed no wish to truly get to know anyone.
"He'll be brought back here," Ghirahim said, his voice holding none of the usual contempt that it did when he spoke to him. "There's a reason why no one has actually seen the Master Sword."
For a few moments, his mind drifted off to the sacred blade. He knew of the spirit that resided within it. Perhaps without her the one from the sky would have never succeeded. But when he mentioned her to the Link that was now somewhere within the Great Hyrule Forest, only a couple of hours after he met him, neither he nor the princess knew who she was. He'd said nothing of her since, but he knew she was alive. So why had she been quiet?
The others seemed to sense that his mind had drifted off, something they'd never seen. Then he turned away from them. "Keep an eye out for Link, will you? I'll be back in a bit. I don't like simply waiting around."
Elon shot narrowed his eyes. "Last time you said that you were gone the entire day."
"Well I was busy," Ghirahim replied, trying to keep his cool. He couldn't lose it when Link wasn't around. "I'd have returned sooner if I knew what would happen." Why couldn't these people understand?
Elon seemed to accept this, although it was obvious by his still-sour look it would take more to earn his trust back.
Ghirahim shook his head and stepped off the road, into the trees. Slipping behind a small oak, he prepared himself to teleport. He figured he'd find a group of Yiga in Faron Woods and deal with them. That wasn't too far, and he definitely enjoyed doing things like that. Or...
"I know what you are."
Ghirahim whipped around to find Brutela standing just behind the tree, her expression cautious and shielded. Her red hair, a staple of the Gerudo, hung against her back in a braid. Her eyes were a deep yellow, apparently a trait only pureblood Gerudo had. They were sharp and intelligent, only allowing the slightest hint of a human being to show. She was a soldier, and her demeanor showed it.
He tilted his head, the statement so out of the blue that he hadn't quite caught on. "What?"
"You're a demon, aren't you?" She took a step forward as Ghirahim's eyes widened. "You're on the same page as those monsters."
"Well... I..." He cleared his throat, head throbbing with annoyance. How long had she known? "Well... yes. I'm in no position to deny it, am I? Who told you?"
"Ziya," she answered simply. Then she threw her own question at him. "Why haven't you told us?"
"For the obvious reasons. Already Elon distrusts me. Imagine if he heard I was a demon."
"But you're smart, aren't you? You should know that won't last forever." Her accent was thick, especially since she spoke fast, apparently afraid that he would lose his cool and turn away or attack her before she had her say. She crossed her arms. "Tell them now, and maybe they won't trust you for a while. Maybe someone else will try to take your position as...I guess a leader. But that's okay. Link knows, doesn't he?"
Ghirahim didn't answer, but he stared at her, his single ear listening carefully.
"He's got a sort of charm that'll make just about anyone like him. And he'll jump to your defense as soon as he's aware of the issue. How he got attached to someone like you, I don't know... But I know he can probably resolve it quickly. But if you don't tell them... They'll find out somehow. The distrust will be there, and it will be a lot harder to get rid of it. Even if you hid it for obvious reasons we all have a way of assuming the worst. That Rito especially. It is your choice, Ghirahim. That is simply how I see it."
Ghirahim stared at her, rolling her words over in his head. He creased his brow, causing Brutela to tense up. "You're treating me like a traitor."
She frowned. "No, I'm not. But demons are looked down upon. The term is literally defined as an evil spirit-"
Ghirahim disappeared in his signature cloud of diamonds.
Brutela flinched. She blinked, and realized that he'd simply left. She let out a sigh and turned back toward the road, deciding to watch out for Link as he had requested.
Ghirahim wasn't bad, but that didn't mean he wasn't easy to piss off.
/
Link jumped as the faint laugh of a child echoed through the woods, the sound bouncing off every tree and surrounding him. It seemed to mock his uneasiness as he wondered what kind of child could be in this forest. The distinct howl of a wolf followed.
He'd been walking for hours and his feet were exhausted. He doubted he could defend himself well if we were attacked by wolves.
He could hardly see his own hand at his side through the fog. He was beginning to doubt again. What kind of fucking sacred blade would be here? If Link was the only one that could wield it, why would they need to hide it?
He shook off the thought with a shuddering breath and continued forward. Overhead, he saw branches and splotches of pink, which he realized were leaves. It was the only distinct feature of this forest, and he'd been walking toward it for the past hour. He'd been so paranoid that he couldn't be sure if it was getting bigger or smaller. Surely it wasn't the same size, was it?
He glanced toward a tree as he passed, noticing its unnatural thickness. Then he noticed the mouth that was as big as he was and the jagged teeth. He flinched back, his mind screaming the irrational thought that the tree was going to lunge at him and make him its midday snack.
But the tree stayed out, it's wooden eyes staring endlessly down at him. He laughed with shaky relief. There were more trees like it, but he had no desire to ever go near them.
You know what? he thought. I'm going fucking crazy.
He adjusted the bag on his left shoulder, then the lizal blade on his right. He shot the tree a glare, blaming it for all his problems. Then he continued on, mindful of the pink leaves above him.
It wasn't long after that Link came across a patch of bright pink flowers sitting under a tree. Throughout his entire five-hour walk through the Great Hyrule Forest, Link had not seen one flower, so he regarded these with caution. He approached them slowly, brows furrowed. He reached them and leaned over slightly. Was that something moving?
"YAHAHA! You found me!"
The form that launched itself at him managed to hit him in the face. Link cried out and fell back on his ass, holding his nose as it throbbed with pain, while the thing let out a small scream.
He blinked twice and pulled his hand away, looking down to find blood smeared in his gloved palm. Then he looked up at the thing, ready to draw his weapon at a moment's notice. His eyes went wide.
It was a short and fat thing, with arms probably not even long enough to hold a thin stick. It was made entirely of wood, and its "face" consisted of a leaf with two circles and a triangle cut out of it. The entire thing looked like something a child would create for school. A small leaf stuck out of its head. As it looked up at him, letting out a small whine, something within it rattled.
"What the hell are you?" Link blurted.
The thing tilted its head, it's small body trembling. Or rather, it's body bent slightly. It seemed to disregard him as a threat and relaxed. "What do you think I am? I'm a Korok, of course! What are you?"
"A Hylian," Link replied, blinking rapidly. How did this thing not know what Hylians were? They were everywhere.
Except here.
The Korok considered him for a moment. "A Hylian? A real Hylian!" The Korok jumped up with joy. "Wow! We don't get many of you here! The last one was that sweet lady that came a hundred years ago! She had to leave really fast though. Something about a castle. She gave us the Master Sword back."
Princess Zelda? Link guessed.
The Korok considered him for another moment, his little arm rising to tap his face in thought. Then his entire being lit up with realization. "Whoa! You're Mr. Hero, aren't you? The one that's supposed to stop the scary thing?"
"Well, I mean..." Link averted his eyes. "I guess."
The Korok jumped with joy and excitement. "I knew it! Only someone as brave as you could make it through our forest! The Great Deku Tree says that no one comes through because the woods are too scary."
"I guess I have to kind of agree with them. They're spooky, aren't they?" Link said as he stood up. Really he doubted that was the only thing keeping them from coming. The Korok nodded.
"I'm sorry for hitting you. I shot out a little too late." The Korok held out an arm. Kneeling down to its height, Link took it with two fingers and shook it. "I'm Maca. You want me to take you to the Great Deku Tree? He probably wants to talk to you."
"Please," Link said. He figured that this Great Deku Tree wasn't actually a tree, but rather a larger Korok. Maybe he was older than the others if he was considered the leader.
"Follow me!" Maca exclaimed, and he took off, his innards rattling wildly as he went. Link's eyes widened, but he followed after him at a fairly quick jog.
He's pretty quick for someone so small.
He followed Maca into a narrow road cut out of stone. Here he noticed the floating lights within the fog. He heard the giggling again, but this time it was quieter. More distant. The air smelled strongly of a storm.
Eventually they came across a lamp that cut through the fog like scissors through paper. They passed under what Link guessed was a fallen tree that had been hollowed out to make a tunnel. But it had been a huge tree, it's trunk much wider than Link was tall.
I don't see any other tree nearly that big, Link thought, frowning. Then he thought of the tree with the pink leaves. He was sure he could see from outside the forest if he got a good view of it.
Maca continued through the tunnel, where they stepped onto a stone path. Then he stopped, and Link stopped with him. He continued to follow this path with his eyes right up to a stone altar surrounded by three pillars. He could see something in the middle, something that glinted in the sunlight. Although it was too far to see, Link guessed what it was.
"The Great Deku Tree is just up there," Maca said, oblivious to Link's racing heart as he looked up at him. "You look tired. Maybe he'll let you rest here for a while."
"I'll be fine. I have people to go to," Link said. "Thank you, Maca."
With that, he started along the stone path toward the altar, toward the Master Sword. The blade that belonged to a man long dead.
He didn't catch the look of shock the tree was giving him until he looked up, trying to find this Great Deku Tree. A look of shock crossed over Link's own face, mirroring the tree's.
"You're alive?" the tree said, the wood moving to form words. "I thought surely you'd..." He trailed off as Link took a step back, trying to bury his shock.
"You're the Great Deku Tree?" Link asked, feeling shy for the first time in weeks.
"I am," the tree said. "You don't remember me, do you? We've only met once before, but I would think surely you'd remember. You came for that blade that rests in front of you. I must admit I pitied you...you were terrified then."
Link shifted nervously. First the Koroks and now a talking tree. "Well I...I lost my memory. When they put me to sleep."
"When they put you in the Shrine of Resurrection?" the Great Deku Tree said, throwing Link off. No one had told him that was the chamber in which he'd woken up. "Yes...Princess Zelda suspected that would happen. She's the reason you're here today. You're our last hope."
"But why?" Link asked, anger suddenly rising. "Wouldn't it have been better to just...pass that to someone else? I'm supposed to be fucking dead!"
Link knew it was a selfish thought. But he thought he'd rather be dead than alive with broken memories of his past and the word of others. No one even knew his name, only that he was the Hylian Champion and that he was supposed to be dead.
He didn't belong anywhere. Both he and Ghirahim were from different times and didn't belong in this one.
The Great Deku Tree frowned. "I can't imagine how that must feel. But there is no one else that could take your position. You're the only one that would adapt to the responsibility given to you rather than crack. A hundred years ago you were terrified. You refused to take the sword until you came to that same realization. The sword chose you for that reason."
Link frowned head still throbbing. "The sword chose me? So I'm involved in this entire thing because of the judgement of an inanimate object?"
"No...not like that. I can't be sure of how it all happens, but I know there is a spirit in this sword. That same spirit spoke to the princess a hundred years ago" the Deku Tree explained. "And remember you're not alone in your suffering. Although she has trapped Ganon, Ganon has also trapped her. I'm sure it is trying to kill her."
Link turned his gaze to the Master Sword sitting peacefully in its stone pedestal. The design shaped into the purple hilt resembled a bird's wings. So was that sword similar to Ghirahim in that it had a spirit? Why didn't he remember it, then?
"I suppose you didn't come here just for talk, didn't you? If you came for the blade, draw it. After all, it is not me it belongs to."
"It doesn't belong to me either," Link replied.
"Yes it does. It is yours to wield and command. Now, draw it. For every second you dawdle Ganon gets stronger. I fear for the princess...she was a such a sweet girl. She has a smile like the sun. I'd do much to see it again, if I could. Please, save what is left of her. Surely a hundred years have taken their toll. We must pray that she is in her right mind."
Is she really like that? Link hadn't remembered much of anything pleasant about her, and the only opinion he'd heard Ghirahim express on her was the second time he saw him, when he'd been angry at her. He likely shouldn't have developed a low opinion on her based on a single memory and someone's word alone, but he couldn't stop himself.
He looked toward the Master Sword again. To draw it would mean he'd have to accept the task given to him completely. There was no hesitating when the time came for him to go to the castle. No hesitating when he found himself standing in front of Ganon, whatever from it took. He couldn't even desire to back down and let someone else do it. Because he was the only one that could.
He inhaled deeply and approached the blade. He wrapped his fingers around the cool purple hilt, quietly noticing the yellow gem which glowed brightly. The symbol of the Triforce had been carved into the glowing white blade.
He pulled the Master Sword from its pedestal and found that the blade that had once belonged to a dead man was as light as a feather and cut through the air easily, its blade giving off a blue light as he did so.