S: Ok so I'm weak and I though it'd be a crap way to finish the story if I left it like that back there.

And I'm sorry about using a bit of your idea for this chapter purple lizard! If anyone likes this chap go see purplelizards account! The stories called Ugly.

See warnings and disclaimers in chapters 1-4.

Link smiled before it slowly faded, the castle trembled beneath his feet and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. He was caught just as he collapsed, his eyes closing as the castle started crumbling around the two men.

Different perspectives are indicated like this

Chapter Four

Death and Rebirth

Tears welled in the eyes of everyone who had turned up at the funeral that day, masses of people mourning the death of the Hero of Time, two weeks after the darkness had cleared the land. Zelda shed the tears she was expected to; meaningless droplets of water fell to the green grass that now grew beneath her magenta slippers where only death had resided.

'This had worked out better than she had planned, not only had Gannondorf been defeated but Link, the boy who had rejected and would have been made the king to rule by her side, had died, leaving the kingdom to her alone.' She did feel a little sorry for his sacrifice but he was only a means to the end as he had finally realised before he faced his destiny.

Throwing the funeral wreath of Hylian flowers into the small depression in the ground where the fiery pits had swallowed Gannondorf's castle and with it both the dark mage and the Hero of Time, she cursed silently at the fact they had not found the bodies, but more importantly the Master sword. It would have been a great asset for her; a reminder to the other races of their loyal and permanent bind to her.

"People of Hyrule and our honoured guests" Her voice cut through the pathetic sniffling and the choked sobs. When all was silent she continued. "Today we honour the departure of our Hero of Time, and the sacrifice he made for our land and our people." The people cheered. Zelda annoyed by the interruption pursed her lips in irritation waiting for the noise to die down. "We celebrate the uniting of all races under the banner of Hyrule, and the freedom we have from the darkness that has haunted us for many years…"

A chant of Hero began to rise from the people, growing louder and deafening anything the princess may have had to say. 'He had even overcome her in his death.' Turning swiftly and angrily away she pushed her way through the crowds cursing the fact she had told her guards to stay back to promote a more 'people-friendly' and truthful mourning process. Growling she shoved past two tall men swathed in desert clothing, she heard one of them chuckle as she caught her self on one of them and stumbled, 'the disrespect of that man!' Turning back to rebuke the lack of respect she caught the eyes of the smaller one, a brilliant blue sparkled out from behind a headscarf, a familiar feeling struck her, but she ignored it. Noticing her stare he bowed quickly averting his eyes and spoke a garbled sentence in what she guessed was a traditional Gerudo language. It didn't sound like the typical and most common tongue, but several of the separate desert tribes had their own languages derived from the main. Nodding her head in dismissal she decided to ignore the disrespect, her guards could deal with it later if need be, she just wanted to get away from all these people touching her, jostling her out of the way to get to the grave of the Hero of Time.

"What was that?!" The taller man chuckled as the young woman shoved angrily against the pull of the crowd away from them.

"What?" The smaller one stood a little closer to the stronger man, the crowd parted slightly around the both of them so they weren't pulled in the direction of the depression marking the early grave of the 'Hero of Time'. They hadn't stood this close for a while.

"What you just spouted to the princess."

"What, can't you tell your own language when you hear it?" The laughter in the younger's voice was evident as was the amusement in his blue eyes.

"That's one of the worst imitations I have ever heard, you sounded like a drowning horse." The smirk reflected in the crimson eyes, before they flicked across the crowd to where the princess had extracted herself from the crowd and was standing motioning in the direction of the two of them. Following his gaze the blue-eyed man nodded slightly, a bare inclination of his head, and understanding crossed the Shiekah's face before she turned away.

Finally freeing herself she glared at Impa who stood waiting patiently having extracted herself from the crowd with the ease of a Sheikah a while ago. She noticed the woman watching the pair she had stopped by, a calculating look on her face.

"I want the guards to arrest them, they were being disrespectful and it needs to be punished." A look of private dawning crossed Impa's face before she turned to the princess, arms crossed, a joy in her eyes the princess didn't see and didn't bother to look for.

"I don't think that would be a wise idea."

"Are you questioning an order?!" Zelda growled, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"No, my lady, but it would create a bad image if the guards were to rush into the crowd, it may create more havoc than necessary, perhaps after the mourning would be more preferable time. It would not look pleasing to the newly united peoples."

"I will see them punished after the mourning." The princess spoke with an angry nod of the head before disappearing behind a contingent of guards that filed through the castle walls beside the great fairy's now empty temple to the construction site of the new castle.

Feeling the mass of people beginning to ebb the two desert clothed men departed, sliding through the crowd like shadows. Once passed the gates of Hyrule they both breathed a sigh of relief. Having to go back to the place where they had finally escaped from, left behind their old obligations, old failures, mistakes and lives had been stressful. Link smiled up at the sun feeling free again, it had been hard to see all those he had gathered and befriended on his travels mourning for him, but it had been harder to see the people he had never known shedding tears, craning their necks to see the false tears dripping down Zelda's face, sniffling and sobbing over the man who they knew as the Hero of Time. He had no name, he was nothing but a legend that they had come to see, hoping for a mere touch of greatness, so they could return home pleased, in the false pretence that they may have known him, if only for a short time.

He had forced himself to go and Gannondorf wouldn't let him go on his own, so the both of them had turned up. Gannondorf strolling behind him to watch over him and himself treading cautiously between friends and unknowns hoping not to be noticed so that he may farewell the haunted existence that had trailed him since childhood. So he could leave behind the need to kill, the prophecy and his destiny.

Leave behind all the others.

The Hero of Time.

The boy without a Fairy

Fairy Boy

To start a new life.

As himself.

As Link.

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S: yep I thought the rest of this story sucked so I changed it to be only 4 chapters, instead of the main chaptered epic that I had stupidly thought to drag out.

Yep now its short and sweet and so much the better.