Zelda was beside herself. Link wasn't at the meeting point, and she had traveled on the wind for hours trying to find him.

Where else could he be, for Din's sake?

She stopped walking in the middle of Hyrule field. Something wasn't right.

Looking around, she saw a figure underneath a tree. It was sitting on the ground, propped up like a child's doll. Checking her disguise, she ran towards it.

As she began to see who it was, she ran faster, faster until she slid to a stop next to him.

"Link! No, no, Link!"

She shook him over and over again, letting her disguise melt away.

She stopped shaking him. Breathing heavily, she gently touched the bloody hole in his abdomen.

She found looking away from him was impossible. She closed his staring eyes with her clean hand. She remembered those eyes… they were blue and warm and full of love.

Trying hard not to sob, she stroked his hair, his golden soft hair. Except now it was tangled and matted with blood.

She gave up and moaned. She pulled his body to hers, smearing herself with his blood, willing his heart to start beating again.

"Please, Nayru, let him go, bring him back, please…"

She sobbed senselessly into his hair. She felt something go, and she realized she didn't care what happened to the kingdom, what happened to her. Link was dead, it didn't matter.

She started singing to him, the old lullaby that had been hers;

"Love, don't cry

Love, don't' cry

Keep the tears out of your eyes

Love, be still

Love, be… still…"

And she stopped signing. Because he was already still.