Sorry for the late update friends, when life hits it hits.


"WHY IN BLOODY HELL DID THIS HAPPEN!" Princess Zelda roared as she burst into the jail, ignoring the aches in her body as she ran to pull Dark up by the lapel of his tunic. Link followed after her and watched as the shadow stared in surprise. She shoved him into the wall repeatedly as she seethed, "This should not have happened, the Master Sword should not have broken, we won this battle, not Him!"

Dark glanced at Link who eyed him intently, a bittersweet expression crossing his face as he realized those delicious bursts of Link's energy each time he touched the blade would be no more. "I can't believe you stopped him to begin with," He smirked maliciously, "I expected you idiots to be dead and for me to be free by now."

Zelda growled at him, "I am not here to play these games!"

Dark narrowed his clouded eyes at her, "I have no idea why your precious little stick broke, so fuck off before I get angry."

"Hey!" Link warned with a snap, the inky creature almost flinching.

He tilted his head to the side and groused, "Maybe you should trust the will of whatever stupid Gods you believe in. Whether you like it or not, that sword is gone, but the Old God is his weakest right now. If you don't take advantage of this moment and wait too long, he's gonna come back, and this time even stronger. So instead of bothering me with your dumb questions, you should be preparing for war."

He had a point. If Demise attacked the village again, they would be done for. She released the shadow and stepped away, lightheaded and tired. Link helped her limp toward the door, she could feel Dark's eyes on her back as she walked away – she knew he was smiling.

Princess Zelda's slumber was so deep that when she finally awakened, she feared she'd slept for a century. Her joints popped as she rolled over on her bed, Link turning on his side to face her. He looked tired, but braved a smirk as he caressed her face.

"I am too old for this constant excitement," She sighed into her pillow.

He chuckled, "We should retire."

A giggle rumbled through her chest. "Maybe I will join you as a rancher, and Impaz can be the Queen of Hyrule."

He erupted into fits of melodious laughter, brilliant skin glowing with natural joy as he enjoyed her presence. Link truly was a blessing to her – when the Master Sword broke, he attempted to raise her spirits by joking, "Don't worry, I have tons of swords at home." She was jealous of his calm, her conscious mind already sprinting with concern.

She pushed a sandy lock behind his pointed ear and pulled him in, stealing his jovial grin with her cold lips. He continued to smile against her, velvety like hot chocolate in the winter. Such a precious man; she didn't deserve him. How adamantly he had helped her regain her strength after her battle with evil – like a loyal wolf, he stayed by her side as the Shaman and Doctor worked to ground her. It was hard, everything was hard.

He encouraged her to eat the earthy soup she was given, even though her stomach was full of lament. Igesu was gone, survived by her son and people; a people who now relied on a legend they did not believe in, a legend already broken. Link fought so hard to make her laugh, his gentle nibbles and pets like giggles on her skin as she recalled how he tittered, "I have tons of other swords."

She hoped to share his confidence like she shared his hot skin. It made her nervous to think about the sacred blade, praying that her little ones were honest when they said they would be watching over them. Everything happens for a reason, but the silence was killing her. No premonitions, no voices in her head, no dreams. The ghosts even stayed away as if afraid of what was to come. Link took in a deep breath between kisses and chuckled, wanting nothing more than to continue, but feeling it was time to stop. "The festival," he sighed, face red with ardor.

Nayru's feast day, he was right.

Princess Zelda locked her worries away with a snap of her crown, tying it securely in place with her long hair. Today will be one of communitas and joy, she promised herself with a stern nod, love and celebration. Tomorrow will bring challenges that I cannot be bothered with now.

It was as if Link was reading her mind, his hands enveloping her own with a reassuring squeeze as he helped her stand. He was excited; Nayru's feast was going to be the most fun they'd had in a while. She loved his enthusiasm, lacing up her dress while watching him bounce like a child. The smell of sweet cakes and warm drinks found their way under the door and into her chambers – Fuana would have loved to try traditional Hylian desserts.

The Inn was teeming with tangible energy as women ran to and fro from one room to the next in a fury. Telma shouted orders at the Virgins who held their skirts high while scurrying with arms full of food. Ashei and her husband tried to manage the chaos, but to no avail. The black-haired warrior waved to her friend and teased, "Your Highness! 'Bout time you woke up!"

Zelda smirked, orbs soon locked on the tower of treats and warm breads. A Zora Virgin held a platter up to the couple with a beam, goblets filled with pink liquid sloshing happily inside. Cinnamon, warm fruits, and love in a cup; the hot punch warmed her soul and melted pleasant memories long frozen in her subconscious. She took it with both hands and inhaled its spiced aroma deeply, crossing her arm with Link's before taking a small drink – a gesture of good blood.

Telma jogged over to them with a big smile, taking her half-filled goblet and crossing her arm first with Zelda, and then with Link. "I better not see you running around too much Your Highness. We got this."

The recovering monarch held her cup tightly. "I trust in the Lanayru Head Priestess's abilities to lead the ceremony...I only wish I could do more."

Telma shook her head, "You've done enough doll, enjoy yourself." Link hummed in agreement.

The door to the children's old bedroom opened, revealing a space filled with lit double-ended candles, a tall Zora female standing in the doorway with surprise on her lips. Her blue scales blushed salmon as she stared at the Hylian man. "Finally you're awake," she bleated, "Come now Hero, the couples are waiting for us."

Link nodded, chasing after the Priestess, but not without flashing Zelda a toothy grin of, "See you later!"

"Go on," Telma insisted to the monarch as she watched her lover, "Go find yourself a nice seat."

A nice seat, yes. She would do that, fingers wrapped nicely around her cup as she followed her friend's directions. It felt odd, being a member of the audience instead of a key player – whether it was a good or bad kind of odd, she wasn't sure.

Kakariko had metamorphosed, seemingly overnight, into a dream of the past. You would not have thought war was on the horizon if you were to visit the village today; banners and ribbons dressed every post, a brisk breeze awakening windchimes that sang happily from rooftops. Calendula, pansies, nemesias, bushels of winter flowers and their petals dressed the streets like snowflakes. Wintertime was fast approaching, the chill on Zelda's arms familiar.

People began to gather, Gorons and Zoras shared drinks, humans and Hylians chatting curiously with a Gerudo or two. It warmed her faster than the drink in her hand, as she tottled directly across the Inn to sit comfortably on a wooden porch. The Gerudo tribe were already gathered near it, eyes wandering inquisitively to the budding ceremony.

"That is right, they must have never seen a wedding before," Zelda commented aloud, Raerani being the first to run up and greet her.

"Sister Zeldadorf!" She chirped, sapphire clothing beautiful and bright against the purple canyon. Dark circles hung underneath her eyes like shadows on the moon, face glowing happily as she inquired, "Will you sit with us?"

The Princess smiled, "I would love to." Raerani took her arm and helped the monarch sit on the low wooden steps. Nosef dangled her feet off the porch beside her, arms crossed over her indigo uniform with tired eyes. She didn't acknowledge Zelda, not out of rudeness, but because her mind was elsewhere. Raerani plopped into a cross-legged sit right behind the two. Sabooru was to the right of her daughter, the sleeping Gerudo King swaddled in black linens mewed comfortably in her arms. He was still veiled, protected from the sunlight while his grandmother rocked him. Seeing Sabooru in white clothing was strange, modest jewelry and exposed face feeling too personal in a way. It was something Zelda's would have to get used to, eyes focused on the way the woman smiled while staring at her grandson. Mourning stalked all of them, pearly white found in handkerchiefs or bandanas worn on each of their bodies.

"Sister, look!" Raerani pointed to the marching crowd of Lanayru and Eldin Virgins with their eternal flame and jugs of sacred water.

The Princess observed as they took their items to the Spring's shore, Faron Virgins helping to dress the sacred space. "We have many Gods and spirits to tend to, and thankfully many priestesses willing to do the tending."

"What a beautiful flame," Raerani commented, gold orbs enamored with the strong burn they carried, "Dinaria would make one just like that, kept our village lit as she played with it."

"Sister," Nosef called, Zelda noticing it was in reference to her the moment the warrior turned her head, "Those women, what do they do with the fire."

The Princess gazed at her for a breath, speaking gently, "They keep it alive. It is thought to be the world's heart, as it came from Death Mountain."

Nosef tsked, "All this care and attention for a flame. My younger sister has no excuse to not care for her people then, if they work so hard for something so stupid, then it has to have been Dinaria's idea." She looked antsy and unsure, Zelda hoped the Gerudo woman wasn't stressing over Hyrule's predicament.

Zelda took the final sip of her lukewarm punch, Raerani peering curiously at the cup. "What was in that, it smelled delicious!" The other women looked with a similar question.

"It is a traditional drink for Nayru's feast day. It cleanses the body, ridding it of bad blood through the heat it fills you with. Giving it to someone is a sign of good faith, and crossing arms as you drink signifies they are forgiven of any transgression." Zelda felt her body began to heat up, a trickle of sweat falling down her temple as she wiped it onto her finger to show, "See? This is my body purging."

Four other faces peered around Raerani's shoulders to study the sweat awkwardly, their cheeks red and lips busted. Zelda noticed their wounds with raised brows, a freckled Gerudo laughed, "We thought Hylians fought to settle scores, so we wanted to join in the festivities."

The Princess couldn't stop the wave of giggles that stampeded through her chest, sides aching at their innocent misunderstanding. "Maybe at one time we fought, but this is much tastier. However, I appreciate your enthusiasm!" The others chuckled as well, smacking each other on the arms and teasing friends. The Princess offered them her chilling drink, and they began to pass it around, taking turns sipping from the deep cup.

Nosef lightly tapped Zelda's knee to steal her attention, pointing toward the North Gate. People lined the streets and watched intently as a red taffy mare trotted down the aisle that split the village in two. Epona held her head high while her rider stayed low, the Zora priestess commanding most of the audience's attention. There was a hum of excitement that hushed the crowd; like hummingbird wings, their emotions beat a mile a minute while bodies stayed perfectly in place.

Link stopped Epona just as they reached the Spring's shore, the Priestess dismounting and settling herself in front of her tools while the other Virgins sang. Zelda's eyes were addicted to the evergreen of her Hero's tunic as he rode off behind the Sanctuary. She already missed him, it was almost unbearable.

"Oi, Captain!" Raerani gasped, crawling toward Nosef with wide eyes glued on her shoulder. The short-haired woman glanced back, just in time to see her joyful compatriot point at a small lady bug resting atop her exposed skin. Raerani's slim finger grazed her shoulder as she took the creature onto her nail, chest bumping into Nosef's back as her arms dangled in front of the warrior. "What a precious little insect!" She swooned, holding her hand up so Nosef could see.

Three black spots and a deep scarlet dressed Raerani's little friend; Nosef burned a similar red as her wide eyes focused on the bug that wandered aimlessly. "R-Raerani," she stuttered, gulping hard when her hand was taken by the tall woman and placed gently on top of the creature.

"Make a wish Nosef!" She sang, the others giggling at the way the usually-cold warrior lit up. She closed her eyes, and when she nodded, Raerani lifted her hand, the ladybug flying away. Zelda watched as it drifted, its presence leaving a warmth behind as the two Gerudo sat closer than before. She wondered what Nosef had wished for.

"Hey!" greeted a loving voice, Link waving to her as he approached. She patted the stairs beside her and implored him to sit, leaning against him as he did. His timing couldn't have been any more perfect; couples began to parade slowly toward the Spring, a sea of evergreen crowns united by red ribbon. A mass wedding, what an interesting sight to see. Young and old, confident and sheepish, people of all races proclaiming their love in honor of Nayru before all of Hyrule.

"How romantic," Zelda sighed mindlessly, orbs scanning for two familiar faces. When she saw Ilia she gasped, hands squeezing Link's arm with shock. They were in the back, not exactly last, just comfortably toward the end. Ilia wore a blue cloak that seemed to have been made out of goat leather, the charmed necklace resting on her chest was that of her father's. By Link's reaction, it must have been an Ordonian tradition, a swell of pride inflating his chest as he waved to the woman dressed like a strong Mayor.

She caught sight of him and waved back, Harod casting his own joyful smile his way. Ilia was breathtaking, pink lips coated in lavender oil to create a happy shine. Her blonde lashes were now a deep black, long and curled like a smile, while crushed powders enhanced a natural blush. The Gerudo must have gotten a hold of her before the ceremony, Nosef's smug grin like that of an artist appreciating her masterpiece.

Gentle sobbing sounded to her side, and with a swift turn, she saw Mayor Bo, hand covering his moist face as he watched his little girl. "...So much like her mother…" He mumbled, Link pausing his cheer to place a hand on his elder's shoulder. They shared brief words Zelda was not privy to, but their effect echoed through the canyon. Link removed his hat, and together he and the Mayor raised their fists into the sky with a shout; across the road came a similar gesture and cry from an eager Rusl and Uli. Ilia took her small hand and raised it high above her head with a proud call, brooch glistening on her chest. It was an expression of gratitude and glory, she is Ordon, the leader she was raised to be. With the ceremony, she would be taking their small village and making it much more.

It must have been invigorating to see – daughter and friend, blossoming right before them. She pulled the cloak up higher with her head high, glancing at Harod as he tied around his neck a wooden pendant. It was carved into the shape of an Ordonian goat horn, a perfect circle. Link smirked, crossing his arms with a breath of relief. They would be just fine.

The Zora priestess worked diligently with each couple, keeping the flow of people consistent and strong. Ilia and Harod knelt down in front of her at the muddy altar, their evergreen crowns erupting with winter flowers as they passed Farore's test. Link sat back down and grabbed Zelda's hand, the Princess returning a hard squeeze. Two Virgins filled their pots with spring water and poured liberally on the couple's heads, Harod's laughter excited like his soul. Why did it make her stomach twist?

"Link…" Zelda whispered, watching Ilia and her Prince run off with the other newlyweds. His ears perked at the sound of his name, sky-filled eyes scanning her face worriedly. "Do you regret not writing our names down?"

His face twisted into a loud, No, why?

She tried to only think about the happiness and love around her, but she felt herself slip. Her heart began to race as she stared at the void and the void stared back, dark thoughts consuming her. Bloodshed, pain, failure, it was strangling her. "We could die tomorrow," she stated matter-of-factly, trying to remain composed while her foot bounced nervously.

He smiled at her, that damn brilliant smile that parted the storm clouds in her mind with his sunlight. We could live too, he argued with a kiss on her forehead, her body falling forward to lean fully against him. He mumbled against her skin comfortingly, "I promise to be by your side till the end of time; besides, what Princess gets married in a dusty village during wartime?" She chuckled, his pinky near her face as he proclaimed, "When we get married, it will be in a free Hyrule."

She wrapped her finger around his, the gesture lifting the weight of the world off her shoulders just for this moment. Peace, healing, and triumph wrapped their arms around her as she daydreamed. Vibrant green leaves contrasting beautifully against the sandy blond of Link's hair, bells ringing from high atop the castle, the heat of their clasped palms while friends cheered. It would be amazing.

"Agreed," she sighed with a smile, appreciating his enthusiasm.

"Nosef, take him!" Sabooru barked, handing the baby to her daughter while she searched her bag intensely. The small bundle cried in loud discomfort, his aunt struggling to soothe him with careful rocking. Link leaned away like an uninterested canine, Zelda grimacing at the sharp sound of a baby's cry.

Nosef tried to calm him with Gerudo song, but the young King was having none of it. He fussed and wailed without a sign of silence. The Princess leaned in and pondered, "How do you stop him from crying?"

Immediately she regretted asking. Nosef whipped her head and scowled as if she had been insulted, misinterpreting Zelda's question and shoving the baby into her arms. Zelda froze the moment his warm little body landed upon her forearms, heart racing as she instantly feared dropping him. He was so small and fragile, just one wrong move and she could hurt him!

She must have been making a face, because the Gerudo erupted into laughter, Link still keeping his distance as she begged him with her eyes to take the child. He wiggled and she held her breath, surprised to find he was growing quieter. He started to settle, a sweet aroma coming off his skin as she repositioned him so his head rested on the crook of her elbow.

"This is not so bad," she beamed; when he was quiet, the small child was quite cute. She could see his face twist beneath the thin veil, he looked uncomfortable. "It must be bothering him," Zelda thought aloud, fingers reaching up to pull it off his face. Just as the fabric was lifted, the little Gerudo King vomited all over her dress. Lovely.

"That is good luck," Nosef grinned, "You should feel honored."

Zelda gave him back to Nosef with a sarcastic grumble, "I feel very honored." The baby hiccuped with a pleased smile, the little rascal.

Link covered his nose and tried not to laugh.

"Does it fit?" Ilia inquired with a curious trill.

Zelda opened the door gingerly, cheeks rosy as she felt exposed. Of course she'd run out of clean clothes to wear, her gloveless arms prickled with goosebumps. Ilia had been kind enough to offer a spare outfit to the vomit-covered Princess and she appreciated the gesture, but standing here now, she questioned whether or not it was a good idea.

They weren't ugly, quite the contrary; they were comfortable and easy to move in, a staple of Ordonian fashion. A long cream shirt with simple grey embroidery hung loosely off her thin form, sleeveless and unrestrictive, tan pants underneath decorated with cute goat motifs along the hem. The only issue was that Zelda was taller than Ilia, and what should have been shin-length trousers came short right at the knee, her brown boots not doing much to guard her exposed skin.

"It is a bit revealing," she mumbled, face red as a beet.

"And your skin tight Sheikah garb isn't?" Ilia countered with a raised brow, grabbing Zelda by the arm and guiding her out with a smile, "You look fine, right Harod?"

The Prince, who had been standing off to the side silently, perked up at the sound of his name. "Absolutely marvelous, Princess Zelda."

"Oh Ilia," She took her friend's hand and beamed, "I should be paying you compliments. You look like a dream; I am so happy for both of you."

The couple blushed, Harod staring at Ilia with hearts in his eyes while she held his hand firmly. "Thank you, we have a lot ahead of us too," she commented with a tired sigh.

Zelda's brows knit as she confirmed, "You are going ahead with what we discussed?"

The blonde nodded, her husband glancing between them in confusion, mouth twitching with a question. "What did you discuss?"

Ilia did not look at him as she responded, gaze determined to face forward. "Tonight we are heading for Neighsdon."

The Prince almost stumbled, face white as bedsheets as he frantically shook his head, "We can't! I-I can help, I can fight!"

Zelda interjected, "I understand your wish to help, and I thank you, but this is not your battle. Ilia and I discussed this earlier, it would be best if you return to Neighsdon before winter."

His face fell dejectedly, "But...What about you guys?" Ilia pet his shoulder, pouring her strength into each pat as she too struggled with the decision.

The monarch mustered up a reassuring smile, lighting up their despondent expressions as she said, "Whether we fail or succeed tomorrow is uncertain. Gods forbid we perish in battle, but if that does happen, if I fall with my men and lose my home, then I wish to die knowing that what remains of my people are safe. You will go to Neighsdon and tell them of what happened here, send help to save the civilians living in the Hidden Village, and keep the memory of Hyrule alive. Can you do that?"

Ilia firmly accepted the duty, Harod still in shock of her request, stubbornness manifesting in the loudness of his voice. "Of course, but when we come back, it will be to celebrate your freedom, not some silly search and rescue."

The Princess smiled, "Of course."

He cleared his throat, crossing his arms with a huff. Ilia wrapped her arms around Zelda's neck and gave her a big squeeze, a honeyed sound escaping her lips as she put in her all. "Please be careful out there," She prayed, brooch digging into Zelda's chest.

"I promise," Zelda hugged her friend back, thankful for all she had done.

People gathered in the center of town with food on their lips and a song in their hearts, lanterns lighting the festivities and musicians setting the mood. Husbands and wives danced with friends both new and old, jumping happily to the pounding drums and soft flutes. This time, Zelda knew the steps to the wedding dances, a smile smacking her lips when she saw Raerani cheerfully bounce as she tried to copy the Hyruleans, Nosef trailing after.

Tables were rolled out of the Inn and set along the space, cakes and various drinks stacked to the evening sky. The sun was setting, energy high as the night began, and the Princess was intoxicated by the laughter and joy her people produced. A familiar sound rumbled beside her ear and she gasped, face blushing as two sky blue eyes ogled her with an open mouth. Link's gaze roamed her body, exposed knees reddening as he found his attention. He appeared to be enamored with the look of her in Ordonian clothing.

"You are making me self conscious," she teased, whipping around to face him as he moved to stare at the back of her outfit. He was practically drooling over her, hand grabbing her own as he twirled her with a grin from ear to ear.

"Maybe I should wear Ordonian clothing more often?" She laughed, kissing his cheek, "Have I missed anything?"

Link shook his head no, guiding her to sit at a nearby table. Link handed her a plate of food and they ate in silence, people watching. In the distance, she saw the long dreaded locks of Shaman Renado approach a busy Telma. Her arms were full with treats as he said something to her – the displeased knit of her brow didn't scare him away. When he finished, her lips curled to a toothy grin, handing the heavy items to a nearby Goron who began to eat the snacks, Telma's arms wrapping around Renado as she dragged him into the dancing circle.

"Glad to see they are well," Zelda commented, Link nodded, her eyes unable to pull away from the smiles on her friends' faces as more and more of them joined the circle. A figure blocked her way and she frowned, a familiarity overtaking her.

"Would you like to dance?" The figure asked, rough palm outstretched to her.

"Oh Link," she cooed, taking his offer with a sigh.

"We didn't get to finish last time," He shrugged, Ashei and Shad crossing behind him as the Princess recalled the bittersweet memory.

They strolled into the circle, hearts pounding with the beat and their gazes locked. Confidently, she raised her forearm to him and simpered, "I am much better at this now, though."

He lifted his and whispered, "I like to see you smile."

A new song began, and in the blink of an eye, the couple became one. It was much easier this time, dancing in unison with her knight. Zelda couldn't stop her eyes from looking at him, and his grin seemed to only grow wider. The drums beat with their hearts as they jumped and twirled, the warmth of his palms against her soothed the burn of her tiring limbs. The lantern-lit dance floor brightened like the fields at noon, his smell of freshly cut grass intoxicating to the point where colors seemed to sing.

They seperated like lips in a smile, taking new partners for a moment but still connected by gaze. Rusl spun her around, and she dizzily smiled at Link from a distance. Ilia's expression soured as scolded his improper form while he laughed, the bride displeased and grumbling. Zelda chuckled in response, skipping to her love the moment Rusl released her.

"He's all yours," Ilia groaned, "Good luck."

She took his hand and placed it on her waist with a giggle, "You should not upset a bride on her special day."

He brushed it aside, swaying her to the softening melody of flutes. The world melted while she was in his arms, the fluttering sound of joy and happiness mixed with the watercolor lights would send her to a state of euphoria. She saw only him, and he saw her; all other senses losing control because all they needed to know was now.

She saw in his eyes the moon's reflection on lakewater, the sunlight on cuccoo feathers, the glistening tears he shed for her. It was a cold reality that this could be the last time they looked at one another in this light. She spun, one, two, three times until resting her back against his chest. His heart was racing, warm arms holding her in place while the others continued their dance. His breath tickled the shell of her ear as he seemed timid, a burning fire consuming her skin at his closeness.

She gripped his hands that rested on her arms and glanced up at him, turning around and slowly walking backward, guiding him. They needed each other in the closest way possible, the farther they got from the crowd the faster they moved, tripping on one another as they pushed open the door to the Inn.

Zelda grabbed his face and tasted his lips as if it was the first time. Her back hit the wooden door and she moaned, Link's hand roaming under her skirts as he implored her leg up. A shock of passion ran through her core as he caressed the sensitive skin, his scent penetrating her focus. He pressed hard against her, hands roaming every curve and line of her body like a sculpture, her body his clay.

Her hands scratched the wall until she felt the cool metal of a handle, twisting it open just as his fingers brushed past a sensitive spot. They fell into the room together, spent candles allowing the darkness to linger despite the fire their bodies created. The Princess and her Hero didn't need to see one another, only feel.

Feel skin to skin, beating hearts, and the tickle of breathy mews against sweaty necks. They burned their memory into one another, fingers interlocked as he held her at bay, her name sung beautifully on his swollen lips as she soaked in his voice. She loved him so much her heart felt ready to burst, his strong hands being the only thing holding her together. A heat passed between them, neither ready to let go and face tomorrow.

Dawn of a new day.

Kakariko was silent as the sun rose, not even the cucco dared to crow out of fear of the army it saw forming down in the village. Ashei commanded her men to stand in attention, Earl Kemp inspecting every last knot and chain of their armor before they marched in formation toward the gate. Their expressions were hard and focused, the remnants of yesterday's happiness crushed under their steel boots.

Princess Zelda tightened the breastplate around her bodice before summoning her Sheikah garb, lifting the white scarf over her cold nose while she frowned. The sky grew grey with anxiety, the focused monarch unable to peel her stare away from the soldiers who stood, ready to die for their home. Her hand went to the estoc at her hip, her trusted friend and companion who brought great pride and loathing with its memory. She wouldn't let them perish, not this time.

The sound of Link's sword cutting the still air interested her; the stark blade looked dull in his palm, unable to compete with the grandeur that was the Master Sword. The strain in his eyes proved he knew it too, but the knight practiced just the same. "I pray you are not playing games with us, little ones," She prayed to herself, sick to her stomach with worry.

"Princess," A frail voice called, the woman turning to see no one there. "Down here, silly girl."

Impaz waved up at her brightly, ruby eyes wrinkling in the corners when the monarch dropped to her knees with a breathless grin. "Impaz! You should be in the other village."

"And miss sending my Princess off? Now what kind of nursemaid would I be if I did that," She laughed, small hands reaching to cup the brunette's face caringly. The tight puff of hair on either side of her head unravelled as she held her, cadence soft as she lovingly sighed, "You have grown so much."

Zelda touched her elder's hand and smiled, "Thank you, for never giving up on me."

"Of course dear...I may not have worked under you long, but I always knew you had the potential to blossom as beautifully as you have. The rose of Hyrule just needed the right environment to flourish, and although times are bad, I am sure you will succeed. You always do." She glanced at Link and then back to the Princess. "You are a Zelda afterall."

She embraced the old nursemaid with a smile, afraid to let go even after they parted. Link approached them and offered to escort the elder to the Sanctuary where Gerudo packed their belongings. The women seemed ready to go, yet they faltered, impatience stomping Sabooru's feet as she waited for something.

"Aren't they supposed to leave before us?" Link pondered.

Zelda frowned, "Yes. They were returning to the Desert last I checked, yet – where is baby Zeldadorf?" The Princess jogged over to them in concern, Raerani waving weakly. "Why have you not left?" She queried.

"We are waiting for Nosef," Sabooru answered, "She is in the Graveyard with our King."

A pang of pain shot through Zelda's chest. "I will retrieve her for you, we cannot leave until your party is out of the area." She received a brief nod from the tan woman and took off, sky melting into a deep grey.

The Kakariko Graveyard was cleansed of all memory of the battle practice done prior, pristine and untouched. Nosef stood at the foot of disturbed soil, swaddled baby sleeping peacefully on her back as she crossed her arms.

Princess Zelda looked at Igesu's unmarked grave sadly, her heart aching at its simplicity. It was a quick funeral, not because they wanted it to be, but because they lacked time. She wished they could have done more, but the Gerudo insisted it was the will of the Goddess.

"You are the first Gerudo to be buried on Hyrulean soil in centuries," Nosef spoke gently, "Is this what you wanted...sister?"

Zelda didn't dare speak.

"Was this your plan all along, Igesu? To teach your little sister another lesson?" She knelt down, hand touching the dirt as she bowed her head low, Igesu's earrings dangling supportively on her ears. "Great Sand Goddess, my sister died so her son could live, but I plan on avenging her!"

She looked up at the sky, tears running down and washing away the makeup on her face as she proclaimed with a scowl, "This darkness is the same that casted You into slumber; it haunts our people because we rebuke it with Your name! Well I swear to banish it, even if it means I have to lower my pride and seek help in others, because Igesu – Igesu, you knew we couldn't do it alone…" She trailed off, helping herself up and wiping the wetness on her face, black soil against her cheeks. Zelda remained silent, watching as Nosef turned to her with a stern expression.

"Sister Zelda," Nosef bowed slowly, "Allow me to fight alongside you."

"Of course." She responded without hesitation, two women peering into one another's soul, just as a concerned Raerani ran by.

She cried, "Captain! We need to get going!"

Nosef took the sling across her chest and scooted it down, holding her sleeping nephew out to the sapphire Gerudo with a firm command, "Take him, Raerani, and take care of mother. I am joining the Hyruleans, and will return only when I am sure our people are safe."

Her large golden eyes widened, head shaking violently as she argued, "No way! I'm coming with you!"

"Raerani–!"

"I will not abandon my Captain!" She stressed with knit brows, the other ready to argue back with a look of fear in her eyes before another presence interrupted.

Ashei stormed in, shouting, "Princess Zelda, Link and Rusl are waiting, and our forces are ready to go."

Zelda glanced back at the Gerudo and stated with composure, "Add two more to our numbers and give me a moment. I have one last piece of business to take care of."

She entered without a word, expression stoic as she approached him, face distant and body set in stone. The cell was shrouded in darkness, half of his face obscured while a single black eye glistened a faded black. Her footsteps echoed, garb being the brightest thing in his stew of scorn. Princess Zelda knelt down, body shivering as the cold pierced through her clothes, blue eyes watching him carefully.

A silvery mist lingered on the scar on his temple, she hoped it burned when he looked at her the same way hers did when near him. "Shadow," She whispered, "I have a proposition for you."

Dark remained unmoving, as if he was missing the piece that charged him.

"Even if we managed to reach Castle Town, there is a barrier around it, correct?" She speculated, the prick of his pointed ear enough of a hint into his thoughts. "I have dealt with ancient evils before, and I know how they feel about letting just anyone in."

Silence.

"In that case, we are going to need your help," Her brows furrowed as she prepared to wager, "You know how to break the barrier; why else would you be so confident in your ability to reach Him over ours? So you will be coming with us, full cooperation. In exchange, we will grant your freedom. Is that a deal?"

Not a word.

Princess Zelda stood up and touched the physical chains that bound him to the wall, a blast of light shattering the metal with a trail of stardust. She stepped back, staring at the shadow who still slumped unmoving. She blinked, lids closing, and just as they opened, he was there.

Nose to nose he stared at her, misty blade plunged into the wall beside her head, wicked grin curving from ear to ear as he burned his gaze into her soul. But she didn't flinch, didn't fear the look in his ebony eyes, because she called his bluff. His orbs glanced to the side, Link standing courageously with the chain under his skin binding. The creature chuckled, destroying his blade back to ash as he quipped, "Making deals with the devil now, I see. Must really be desperate."

"Do not flatter yourself," She shot back sharply, "I am no longer afraid of the dark."

He stepped back with laughter, pacing the room like a stalking beast sizing up his prey, approaching Link with a venomous smirk. "And what about you? What all are you willing to give for your Princess?"

"Do not answer him, my love, he is trying to get under your skin," Zelda commanded.

Dark mimicked with a snicker, "Yes my love, don't answer. I already know." Link's eyes narrowed at the creature as it toyed with him, studying the Ordonian's eyes feature with disgust. "I'll come, mostly because I want to watch you both die so I can kill the Old God myself." With a snap, he dropped, disappearing into Link's shadow without another sound. The knight and Princess shared worried glances, praying this was a good idea. Something in Zelda's heart told her now was the time to charge, mind still searching for the Queen who remained dormant, chest pounding for the future.

Epona whinnied, her armor clanking together as Link soothed her with a pat, his grip on the reins tight. Zelda perched patiently on the saddle, arm wrapped around his waist as a violent memory washed over her. They had done this before, more than once, and that brought a shred of ease to her. They were looking at her, men and women of all races and backgrounds, waiting to hear what their Princess had to say.

She swallowed hard, back straight and hair binded so she couldn't cower behind her towers. She raised her marked hand and exhaled as it glowed with heavenly light, while she searched the darkness in her mind for the words they wished to hear – what she needed to speak. Their weapons glowed as she blessed them with the Goddesses' light, a palpable calm overcoming them. She was a Zelda, she shared the blood of the many Queens before her; their wisdom was hers.

"We have come far, but this is only the beginning," She proclaimed, voice booming through the canyon and breaking the hush. "I once feared our Gods had forsaken us, turned Their backs on Their children despite our devotion. I was wrong, and let the darkness in my heart consume me. That darkness is out there, we have all seen it with our own eyes, felt it in our own core."

She unsheathed her estoc and claimed proudly, "But we have also felt the light, seen proof that our Gods have not abandoned us, even if in the growing bodies of three children. We knew these girls, called them friends or family, seen their love for us manifest in ways no other love could! They have proven our legends and hopes are real, and that can only mean one thing: Our light will drive out the darkness," She raised her blade high into the sky and exclaimed, "We will reclaim our home, for it is written in the stars above us that Hyrule will be free!"

The soldiers broke out into cheers and chants, humming with energy as they prepared for the great journey, battalion after battalion marching forward. Ashei trotted with her chestnut steed toward the couple with a polite nod, Nosef and Raerani holding on for dear life behind her.

"We are in charge of escorting you to the castle Your Highness," She informed, "Ilia and Harod should be halfway to the border, the Gerudo are headed home, and all civilians are accounted for in the Hidden Village."

"Excellent, let us not waste any more time then," Zelda smirked.

"I'm coming too," Rusl chimed in, black horse exhaling roughly. Link gasped, refusing – but the look in his mentor's eyes was all the convincing he needed.

The Princess looked over her party and accepted them without hesitation. She could trust them, the nervousness transitioning into excitement as they charged. The darkness ended today.

The Plains were infested with monsters and shadows alike, Earl Kemp and few commanding officers doing what they could to keep the path clear, as hoard after hoard crawled out from nowhere. Rusl rode in front of Link and Zelda while Ashei lingered behind, Link and Zelda guarding their sides with drawn bows.

Storm clouds twisted with white in an upset display as clamorous cries and crashing of metal rang through the provenance. Bulbin riding grotesque beasts charged toward their flank, Link's arrow piercing the air and landing between its red eyes. A flock of angry keese swarmed them, hooked wings spooking the horses into a slow trot. Ashei swung her sword at the winged critters, Zelda taking slow and steady shots at them while a group of soldiers came to their aid. Archers readied themselves and shot each creature down, ash raining down as her warriors pushed them to flee.

The land was only thickening with monsters, the fatigue in their eyes twisting her gut as she wanted nothing more than to help. Sutter was amongst them, and with an exaggerated wave, he shooed them away. A rumble shook the red earth just a dark shadow consumed the ground, soldiers holding their blades tightly as they waited.

"Link, let's go!" Ashei commanded. Shadows emerged from the darkness below, and her men fought with such vigor, the Princess couldn't look away. A fog began to form, but she caught a terrifying glimpse just before it thickened. Sutter fought with all his might, gave all he had, before misjudging his opponent, his body collapsing into the mist.

"Sutter!" She cried out, tears in her eyes as Link tugged on her arm. Her heart was split for her escort turned sergeant - the ghost stories of the Castle would haunt him no more. She needed to focus – but by the Gods, her people were dying! Zelda grit her teeth and forced herself to remember what they needed to do, she would mourn when it was safe to.

"I can't see!" Rusl complained, the party unsure where they were headed. The cryptic calling of monsters lurked in the thick fog, Nosef extending her spear out in hopes of poking whatever watched them. It was growing louder and louder, cackling and gasps of pain. The party stayed close, glancing in every direction until left became right and up was down.

"What do we do?" Ashei grunted angrily.

"Leave it to me," Nosef called, putting her fingers together and whistling loudly.

The thunderous clapping parted the fog slightly, revealing the large Helmasaurus that eyed them angrily. It charged, but in an instant, it was swooped up by the talons of the largest Kargaroc Zelda had ever seen, Link gasping with surprised recognition of the beast.

"A Kargaroc fit for the Goddess herself!" Raerani beamed, "You're amazing Nosef!"

"Follow that bird!" Nosef shouted, her company following the heavy beat of its wings as fast as they could. They were getting closer, Zelda could feel herself being drained with each sound of Epona's hooves on the dirt. The fog was thinning, Hyrule Castle distant but in reach as the Castle Town gates grew sharper. The fields were clear now, an uneasy sight to behold at the moment. The Kargaroc began to cry, Zelda watching as it seemed to panic for no reason. Link saw it too, the instinct in its green eye to run.

The Hero glanced at Rusl and whistled, the man somehow knowing it as a command to move to the side just as Link lifted up off the saddle. Zelda opened her mouth to question what he was doing just as the ground went black, hundreds upon hundreds of shadows sloppily manifesting from ebony goo. Link's arm began to glow as he swung his fist like a punch, Dark flying through the air like an arrow with a ready blade. He tore through the shadows like it was nothing, ink splattering everywhere as rows of them collapsed by his blade. He moved swiftly like poetry in motion, the sheer hatred between each blow frightened her. No wonder the Queen prized him so highly as her knight.

Shadows ran at the sight of him, his rampage didn't end until every creature was gone, white face covered purely in dark liquid that dripped off his chin as he smiled. "Your wish is my command," He bowed mockingly; who he was speaking to, no one was sure.

Princess Zelda and her party dismounted at the gate to Castle Town, an indescribable power dragging her soul as she stared at the tall doors. She felt the flow of the universe falter, the disturbance making her head spin as her friends assumed she was looking at wood and nothing else. She lifted her hand and was surprised to find it began to burn, the tough bindings of her garb falling off her palm.

"The barrier is here," She stated, turning to Dark. Everyone kept their distance, the grass he stood on wilting into a dry brown as he flashed her a pleased look.

"Smart girl. You idiots would have died had you just rode into it," He sauntered to where she stood, Link's fists clenched as he kept an eye on him. "Now I have a wager for you, Princess."

She raised a thin brow, "Well, spit it out, we do not have much time!"

He licked the inky blood off his lips to reveal a twisted smile. "Free me first, then I will show you how to get past the barrier."

"Don't!" Everyone shouted in unison, the shadow chuckling in amusement toward their answer.

"You either trust me or perish, there is no other option." He hissed, "I destroyed the Triforce Bearer of Strength, you don't think I can tear down a stupid barrier?"

She pursed her lips and turned to her peers, the ground trembling yet again as the sky burned dark as cinders. He was right, what other option did they have? Dark held his wrists out to Link with a dramatic pout, the knight waiting for orders from his Princess. She prayed she wouldn't regret this.

"Remove the bindings," She winced, her estoc drawn with the others as he touched the shadow's wrists. Twili shackles fell at his feet with a thud, Dark's hand reaching up to remove the chain around his neck with a sigh of relief.

"Much better," He cooed, turning to cast Zelda a smile. She watched him closely as he took his blade with both hands and raised it high above his head. He paused, eyes shut with serenity before stabbing the unseeable barrier with a shout. It was lodged halfway in, its ochre shining at the edge of the wound as he drew it down, struggling as he tore a hole into it. He roared as he fought to keep the gash open, peering up at them and growling, "Get in you idiots!"

They scurried in, everyone except Rusl. Before anyone had noticed, Dark had jumped into the other side and removed his blade, barrier returning to its clear state with their friend on the other side. Link gasped, "Rusl, why didn't you come with us!"

The man smiled, mustache curling into his high cheekbones as he explained, "I'm an old man, I'll wear you down. I think it's better if I stay here and stop our men from getting disintegrated by trying to get through those doors."

Ashei's eyes widened, "Are you sure?"

He nodded, sheathing his blade and turning his back to them confidently. He threw a thumbs-up and chuckled, "See ya when you get back!"

Ashei and Link struggled to let him go, Zelda nodding respectfully at his wishes. Raerani made a surprised noise and the Princess turned, eyes widening as Dark was nowhere to be found.

This place was not Castle Town.

Her eyes skimmed over the streets, trampled with ruins so high that what was once a quiet road now homed a dingy wall. Rotten foods and strange black mucus lined the front of shops and homes. It looked like a labyrinth now, paths twisting and ending so sporadically it was unrecognizable. How would they get to the Castle if they could hardly walk two steps?

An offensive odor permeated from the window they were climbing into, the room filled with Bulbin junk and half-eaten food. Ashei motioned them forward, boot kicking in a crumbling wall that connected this building to the next. Princess Zelda glanced out a broken window to see the street below was covered in garbage and debris. This new home they entered appeared untouched for the most part, dust collecting everywhere but items relatively neat.

"I'm pretty sure we're on the street before Telma's bar. You'd think the southern district would be pretty clear since the roads are so wide over there," Ashei commented, descending a few steps on a nearby staircase to check if the bottom floor was crossable.

Raerani paused, the group watching as she silently headed for a window. The woman pursed her lips and groaned, "We may have a slight problem."

The group peered over her shoulder and fumed. They'd reached a dead end. The neighboring building was a pile of rubble that held up a tall stone gate, guarded by a patrol of mean-looking lizalfos. On the other side of the street stood a chimney decorated with metal mesh. Link blurted out happily, "My hookshot!"

"For all five of us?" Princess Zelda wondered, his face falling as he counted the bodies present.

"Could you make it with four?" Nosef pondered, spear gripped tightly in her hands.

"What are you saying!" Raerani gasped, the group joining with wide eyes.

The Gerudo warrior glanced down at the monsters below and grinned, "You four go on ahead. I will defeat those creatures and then meet you on the way out."

Raerani furrowed her brows and argued, "That is ridiculous Nosef, if you are staying then I am too!"

"No Raerani," She snapped, taking her by the shoulders and looking deep into her eyes as she trembled, "I cannot risk you getting hurt, you are going with them and that is an order!"

Her yellow eyes narrowed as she glared at her captain, dressed hands reaching up to grab Nosef's face and smashed their lips together in an angry kiss. The Gerudo woman's eyes widened, face red and short hair curling tighter as she dropped her spear. Raerani pulled away and proclaimed, "I quit the guard!"
Nosef's fingers reached up to touch her red lips as she swallowed. The other Gerudo woman recovered the discarded weapon and shoved the handle toward her, face just as flushed as she snapped, "Dammit Nosef, I love you, and there is no way I am going to abandon you here."

They stared into one another's eyes passionately, Ashei interrupting the sweet moment with, "This is cute and all, but the sky is getting darker and it's only the afternoon. We need to get going!"

The Gerudo nodded, shooing the Hyruleans off as they headed for the bottom floor. Link opened the cobwebbed window and stepped out onto the roof, hand outstretched as he helped the two women. Zelda's boots felt ready to slip from the grime, her heart leaping out of her chest as she watched the lizalfos glance up curiously at them. It was fleeting curiosity, for just as they noticed them on the roof, a door swung open loudly. Raerani charged out and swiped at the monster's legs, Nosef stepping on her hunched back as she flung herself at another enemy.

The two fought in perfect unison, one working with the other as they dodged and parried with ease. They looked beautiful together, as if fire in motion, fighting just like they danced. Link set up his hookshot and instructed Ashei to climb on his back while Zelda hung on to his front. He positioned his gadget, and in an instant they were gliding to the other side, the market street in plain view. They rushed to a ladder along the edge and descended into the barren street, murkey fountain of the plaza in sight.

Link glanced back from where they came and frowned, wondering if the two Gerudo would be alright. Zelda held his hand and gave it a squeeze, "They are just fine. Nosef is too angry to die."

He laughed, the three treading carefully toward the plaza. More of the black liquid sullied the stone around them like an infection, a thick putridness coming from it as they avoided stepping too close. The main gate to the Castle was partially covered with rubble, the right side of the door free to move yet limited. They were almost there, hope bubbling in her chest, before a disturbing rumble shook her very core.

The sky was two shades away from a pure black, flashes of thunder snapped from behind the castle throne room, Zelda's heart sure that Demise awaited her presence. Booming pounds pulled the three's attention behind them, the once open entrance now filled with pieces of the collapsed arch. They were trapped, but what made matters worse was the grotesque Bulblin standing before them, a large blade in hand as it smacked its lips with a cloying hunger.

Link and Zelda drew their blades, but Ashei held her hand out for them to stop. They looked at her in disbelief, the warrior unsheathing her weapon with a slow breath. "You don't have time," She whispered, "And I have a score to settle."

Zelda's face went white, "Ashei, no–!"

"Get out of here!" She shouted, shoving Zelda toward the door and charging at the Goliath. She cried out as she slashed at its mighty legs, its clubbed fist raising in response just before Link pulled the Princess through the door.

It slammed shut, and the sound of rubble collapsing on the other side assured Zelda that her friend was unreachable. She pounded on the door crying, "Ashei! Ashei!"

Link hugged her from behind, grabbing her flailing arms to still her, but she continued to scream, "We have to help her, she cannot defeat it alone!"

He didn't let go, only held her harder as she fought, body growing tired as she stared at the door in silence. They needed to keep moving, her heart breaking with every step.

The castle courtyard had changed in the strangest way. It hadn't.

White rose bushes and trimmed hedges still forged a path to the front door to her home, a home she felt disconnected with. A tall statue dedicated to the Triforce still stood, but it felt fake, like a joke. Link touched her arm to see if she was okay, but she wasn't sure.

The dark sky seemed to watch them as they walked forward, they felt eyes everywhere. A sound whistled past. They paused, listening closely as it grew louder. Zelda's eyes roamed the area as it became more distinguishable; it was an ocarina! An ocarina playing what–

"Zelda watch out!" Link shouted, her body whipping around to block an incoming blade headed for her skull. Her arms were frozen as she held her estoc, eyes meeting her attacker with a dropped heart. Link's face twisted with white panic as he tried pulling his sword away, body stuck in action.

"No. No no no, by the Gods no!" She freaked out, the music right in her ears as she felt her body go numb.

"Yes, yes, yes," A slippery voice cooed, Lord Harlan's disgusting face coming into her peripheral view. He was deformed, a monster by every means. Half of his body was consumed by the same black venom that dirtied the streets, what remained of his untouched skin was sickly and dry, the tip of his sharp ear hanging by a thread of skin. He trotted around them like a jolly boy, blue ocarina in his palm as he sang, "The Old God has blessed me with an even stronger Song Of Commands. Aren't you enjoying it Princess?"

"Lord Harlan stop this! It does not have to be this way–!"

"Shut up!" He snapped, "Do not speak as if you care."

He played the same tune and Link jaggedly pulled away, Zelda's arm thrusting her blade toward his abdomen despite how hard she tried to stand still. He dodged it, thankfully, tears filling her eyes as she was overcome with terror.

"I command you both to fight to the death," He laughed, "Isn't that so tragic? Lovers fighting until the other one dies?"

"You cannot do this, please!" She begged, panicked by what she was hearing. He smirked with half of his mouth and was gone, only the sound of her sobbing remained. Their blades clashed as their styles challenged one another, their eyes frantically searching for a way out. He swung at her head and she ducked, pulling back as much as she could to slow down her thrusts as she went for his stomach.

"Be careful!" She cried out, thankful that his shield was in full use.

"Left side!" He warned, but it was growing tiring, the tip of his sword knicking her arm with a scratch. "Fuck, I'm sorry!" He panicked, both going mad as their blades crossed and they fought for dominance. Tears streamed down her face as she refused to believe this was happening, his sky blue eyes struggling to hold back the rainwater that threatened to pour with each swipe.

"We can't do this forever – Do you have any mobility at all?" He questioned, trying to remain calm while she unravelled like her beaded bracelet.

"I-I can move a little bit, why?" Her heart quickened.

"Me too. Do you trust me?" He panted, eyes searching hers as their swords still struggled for the final blow.

Her navy orbs widened, "What do you plan to do."

"Dammit do you trust me or not!" He shouted.

"Yes I trust you!" She exclaimed.

"Good," He swallowed, "Now listen to me closely. You are going to go inside that castle, and defeat Demise; do you understand me."

"Link, no–" She shook her head with desperation.

"You are going to be the exact Hero Hyrule needs, okay?" He flashed her a smile that could melt an iceberg.

She wept uncontrollably, "Please, Link, no–"

"Listen to me," He spoke calm and collected, "I love you Zelda. No matter what happens, I love you, and it's not your fault...Don't forget to pull back."

"NO!" She cried, but it was too late. He shoved her back, and before her body could attack once more, he forced his hand to hold his blade in the other direction, pushing the sword into his abdomen without a word.

She died the moment she witnessed his martyrdom.

The estoc fell from her hand as he dropped to his knees, green tunic stained with red as she ran to him in a frenzy. He began to fall back, her arms easing him down and lifting his head as she sobbed, mind going crazy trying to accept what had unfolded.

"Link!" She held him close, his warm smile still on his lips as he gazed at her, hand reaching up to touch her face as she angrily wondered, "Why did you do that!" He had broken the spell and her heart in a single move, her body trembling as she was unable to handle it. "I-I am going to get you help, Ashei and the others should be here s-soon!" Her quaking hands lingered above his wound, the glistening blade was the only thing stalling the blood flow, the smell of red iron making her the sickest she had ever been. She tried to heal him, but his hand grabbed hers with urgency.

"Zelda…" He shushed her with a sad grin, "You don't have time...G-Go…"

"I will not leave you!" She argued, but he shook his head.

"Let me...sacrifice something for you...for once…" He inhaled sharply but still managed to smile, a playful joke on his lips that she did not find to be funny. A bright flash of lightning challenged

her. "Don't worry about me," He released her hand, "Be the Hero Hyrule needs."

She grabbed a stone to tuck under his head and swore, "I will save you. Do not dare die on me!"

He smirked with humor, thumb reaching up to wipe away her tears with a line of red as he saw her as if for the first time. "You are so beautiful," He cooed, "I hate to see you cry."

She stood, garbs covered in her lover's blood. Raising her hand, she summoned the clothes away in exchange for her usual dress, picking up her estoc with a firm resolution as she headed for the door. She would be back, and he would be safe. Just like the fairytales, there would be a happy ending, vigor radiated off her skin as she knew damn well how this legend would end. She gazed back at Link, tears still wet on her face as he watched her go with a smile. She would kill Gods for her people and kingdom, but most importantly, she would kill one for her love.


This is the beginning of the end. Final chapter is in progress and I am not sure how I feel.

Special thanks to: Neo-Gojira 54, Lord Morsus, 0megadragon122, Oracle of Hylia, Ultimate blazer, Chicwa88, and Generala

My lovely editor: SunnyAirisu222