She watched as the battle waged on. She waited as Link did perfectly what the two of them had just done. She had to hang on, and she tried. She was once again in a helpless predicament.
So she waited.
She watched. Everything as a blur… a burst of light from the arrows…a glint of light reflected of the sword. She could barely move her head, but she turned it just slightly enough to see the master sword beyond the fiery wall. I can help, she thought, I can actually do something for the people I love…Hyrule…and for myself.
She would. She would help.
Burst…glint…
It was bound to happen sometime…
Burst…glint…
On the count of three, she prepared to retrieve it for Link.
Burst…glint…
One…two… But suddenly the wall was down. She turned to see that Gannon was too getting weak. She inched up the rock, to her luck Link wasn't looking. Just to stand up was a great effort. Could she walk? Only one way to find out… She took a hesitant step, and the pain was excruciating.
"Meghan. Don't!" Zelda was rushing toward her, but Meghan pushed her away.
"I must do this. I cannot sit and watch as others save me all the time. He always does. I'm never any use. I just sit back and enjoy the luxury of being cared for, never caring in return. Time for a change. Changes are for the better, but here I am going on about changes WHEN I COULD BE HELPING!!!! Do you see what I mean? I…" Meghan groaned and nearly fell. She stood and walked toward the sword. Zelda rushed over to help her.
"Dear Meghan. I do not think that you should torture yourself if that's what it means to help someone." She saw the determined look on Meghan's face and hesitated with what she was saying. "But… if this is what you want, I'll help."
"No helping this time, Zeld. I'll do it…alone." And so, Meghan began her painful march, to help. And every time she stumbled, Zelda was there to catch her. Though she was pushed away by the now independent girl.
FLASHBACK
Meghan and Link were sitting on a house in Kakariko village.
"You know Meghan," he began "There are two types of heroes. One fights, physically or verbally, for what they believe to be right. Some might even consider an evil man such as Gannondorf to be a hero, if that's what they believe in.
"But, the second type is one who lives their life enjoying it with others, helping themselves AND the others. All people are heroes; it is just a matter of which kind. I consider myself a hero in the second way. Not as the Hero of Time. It is merely a title. Because I found so many friends along my journeys. Some of the most precious sit here now."
Meghan was surprised. And confused. What was he saying? Could he…no, they were just friends. But the look on his face told her otherwise.
"Thank you Link."
"It is I that should be thanking you. Ever since we met, you and I have been bonded in a hero's way…"
"Which one?" Meghan giggled.
"Hmmm," Link said thoughtfully, "I don't know." He smiled too. Meghan yawned and leaned back on Link. She promptly fell asleep.
"Good night, my precious." He whispered, looking out toward Death Mountain. "It was fate that brought us here, and fate that will take us both away."