Link stumbled to his feet and immediately let out a cry as pain shot from his right shoulder. He came back down on one knee and pressed his left hand to it. It felt odd, as if something was missing under the skin. He quickly realized that he was unable to move his entire right arm.

His shoulder had come out of its socket; probably from the fall. Link groaned. Hopefully he won't need his sword after this, that or he'll be fighting left handed.

He pulled himself back up onto his feet and looked around the small room, keeping his hand on his arm and keeping it pressed against his body.

The room was small and empty. The ground and walls were simple stone; no brilliant gold pillars or chandeliers like in the ballroom.

At the very end of the room sat a full length mirror and the frame looked to be made out of silver. Link made his way over to it and stood before it. His mouth opened slightly in shock.

In the mirror was a boy, fair skinned, blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes, looking back at him. He was holding onto his limp left arm and he was dressed in a dark forest green tunic; a scar tore down his left cheek from his eye, just like the one Link had. It took Link a long time to realize…

It was him.

Link let go of his arm, sucking in a breath from the pain, and raised his hand to his face. He turned it slowly, examining the light peach colour of his skin. It was no longer the dark tanned colour that of a Gerudo. He looked back into the mirror and brushed his hands through his golden hair. His blue eyes were wide with wonder.

What happened?

Link quickly remembered the unanswered call back in the ballroom when Link was drowning. Even if Ganondorf wasn't going to help him it would have been unlike him to just stay silent like that.

Was he…gone?

Was that what that scream was, outside the temple when Link retrieved his sword? Did Ganondorf get whipped away?

Ganondorf? Are you there?

Are you gone?

Link's eyes grew wide when he watched himself in the mirror began to twist and morph. Soon, his image was no longer recognizable as it grew and became wider. Slowly, the image came into focus and Link let out a yelp, taking a quickly step back.

"Is this what you wanted, Link?" Came a voice from the character in the mirror. "Is that all you cared about was to return to your formal self? Is that what I DIED for?! WHY DID YOU LET ME DIE?!"

"A-Auru!" Link pleaded, shaking his head slowly. "I'm sorry, I didn't kn-know."

"Didn't know?!" Auru shouted back at him through the mirror. "Is that your excuse?" He growled. "You've killed so many people, Link: Ashei, Shad, Renado! And all you've got to say is 'you didn't know'!?"

"I-…I-…"

"No, Link, you did know! You knew the risk of being around them!! And yet you didn't do a thing to prevent their deaths! Look, I'll easily look over my own death, but you actually KILLED the others, Link!! Their blood is on your hands! And you'll never be able to wash them away unless you went back in time and prevented it all from happening!"

Link closed his eyes tightly, tears seeping through as his old friend yelled at him, accused him of such crimes he didn't want to face; didn't want to think about.

"So tell me this, Link…are you doing this for yourself, or for them?"

"F-for them…" Link replied weakly.

"What was that?"

"For them." Link said, his voice stronger. "For Hyrule. If I was doing this for myself, I wouldn't be putting together a sword that I am to kill myself with!! I'm going to end my own life for everyone else! For Hyrule! A hero is never meant to survive in the end, it's not until their own blood is spilled before anyone can be happy!

"I…I was never meant to survive the first time. After I killed Ganondorf…I was supposed to die then. It is because I survived that this new danger has come back, that Ganondorf is still alive! If I had died…everyone would be ok…" Link's voice cracked as he felt the tears coming.

His eyes focused back on the mirror but Auru was gone; another character had taken his position.

A tall beautiful woman, her skin was pasty white and her amber eyes matched her long hair.

"Link." She said softly, her voice gentle.

Link sucked in a painful breath as his eyes laid on the face he hadn't seen for a long…long time. Memories rushed back to him and he immediately felt like a fool for nearly forgetting her completely.

He took a step towards the mirror.

"Link." She said again, louder, and smiled at him. "You are lost for words again."

"Midna…" Link reached forward with his left hand, pressing it against the glass. "…is it really you? Or-…"

"Are you going mad?" She giggled, settling her hand against the opposite side of the glass over his. Link closed his eyes; he could almost feel her hand if he really focused. "Maybe…but does it matter if it's really me?" She asked causing Link to open his eyes again.

"What?"

"This isn't about me, Link. This is about you. This is about your courage." Link frowned at her words. "Do you have the strength to save everyone, Link?"

"…I don't know."

"Because she won't do it, she can't."

"…who?"

Midna just smiled at him, her hand falling from the glass. Link frowned.

"Midna! Who's she?" Link asked. Midna's smile never disappeared as she started to fade away.

"I'll see you later…" She said.

"Midna!! Wait!! Who's she?! Don't go!" Link cried desperately, his hand curling into a fist and he banged the mirror.

There was nothing he could do; she was gone.

"NO! MIDNA!!" Link banged the glass again, harder and harder, until his fist went right through, the mirror shattering.

His fist landed on something sharp. Link winced before slowly pulling his hand out, curled around the object. Blood seeped from his fist, dripping onto the ground as whatever it was cut into his flesh. He opened his fist slowly to reveal a metal shard.

A dagger shard.

The last one.

He looked past the shard to his bloodied hand.

Do I have the strength?