Chapter XIII
"A challenge!" Rasoginim called again. Epona stopped moving, and Link was thrown off her. He managed to perform a midair flip and land on his feet.
The voice of the High Magic came again from the box.
"The challenge holds. State your case, Rasoginim."
"The terms of the battle were that it was to be a one-on-one battle between myself and the champion of Hyrule, Gyrdia, Termina, and their surrounding lands. Blade was that champion, so Link has no place in this."
"Your argument, Link," said the neutral voice of the High Magic.
"I call for a vote. I believe I am the champion of Hyrule, Gyrdia, Termina, and their surrounding lands."
"But—"
Rasoginim's objection was cut off by the voice of the High Magic.
"The vote will be cast." The voice stopped for a second, and started again. "Link is the champion."
"But—"
Rasoginim was cut off once more by the High Magic. "The battle will resume."
Link found himself on Epona once more, charging towards Rasoginim. The Master Sword burned in his left hand, its sacred magic deflecting the attacks of Rasoginim.
He closed to within twenty yards of Rasoginim. He readied the Master Sword, its blade a blinding color that was a combination of the silver of its blade and the gold of the Triforce—
Rasoginim was speared through the heart. He fell forward, onto his knees, and died.
"Link is victorious," stated the voice of the High Magic.
The Triforce and the Darksphere turned a brilliant gold. Link walked over to where they laid. He rested his hand on the Triforce first.
"Your wish," said the voice of the High Magic.
Link thought for an instant. "I wish that Rasoginim was killed by the guardians of the temple in which the Darksphere was hidden."
"That would cause a paradox," said the High Magic. "Choose a different wish."
Link thought, and then he knew.
He said it.