Link shook himself into consciousness. He didn't know what was going on…

The whole battle flashed before his eyes. How he and Ganondorf were locked in an epic duel, and, out of nowhere, he had been thrown against the wall. He hung his head in defeat, realizing that he had failed Hyrule, but most importantly, his son.

Lance. He was most likely dead. This caused tears to well up in Link's eyes. But when he heard the smack of lips, he shot his head up. He went from being depressed to very angry when he saw his son kissing some redheaded girl.

She looked very familiar. He would've yelled his son's name if the red hair hadn't caught his eye. He briefly remembered Malon's wedding, and the first thing that came to mind was: "Malon's cheating on her husband! With my son!"

But that thought was destroyed when he remembered that Malon had a daughter. Was this her?

Link's thoughts of forbidding Lance to have a relationship with this girl were abandoned at this. Malon was his friend. It didn't matter if this beautiful girl wasn't of royal blood. She was probably as good a girl as her mother.

But Link had to at least break the kissing up. There was still a battle raging on outside that needed their assistance.

"Lance!" Link cried, standing to his feet. Lance was interrupted for the second time that day.

"Dad!" Lance cried. He began to itch the back of his head in embarrassment. Link smiled.

"There's a battle outside that needs our help," Link said quietly, with a smirk. Lance grinned broadly. He turned to Marin and gave her one last quick kiss, saying, "I'll be right back. Don't you dare leave!" She nodded.

Link went over to Ganondorf's body and drew the sword from its neck unceremoniously. He took a good look at his former archenemy, then rushed out of the room, hot on his son's heels.

When they got outside, the battle hadn't softened any. The numbers were smaller, though. The Hylians and Gerudos now had room to move.

Lance drew his sword and leaped off the high balcony he was on. There was a nasty looking bokoblin right beneath him. He fell for about three seconds and landed on its shoulders, not even hesitating to plunge his sword into its head, leaping off and doing a back somersault in mid-air.

Lance saw that his father had done the same. The battle raged on ever still, but the numbers were cut almost in half and the Hylians were winning. And with the Gerudo King finally dead, there was no chance for the enemy's survival. They just had to keep fighting.

The sand was littered with the limbs and blood of human, Gerudo, and bokoblin alike. Lance never did well once the ground was visible during a battle. It was always too gruesome for him to take in. He found it easy to ignore it if he concentrated on a single enemy after killing one.

These soldiers wanted a fight to the death, Lance could tell by their desperate manner of fighting. Every time Lance got near one, they began thrashing and squirming like no other, much like a child throwing a temper tantrum. This made it much more difficult and required much more force.

Lance was beginning to worry that the Gerudos would win. He expected the battle to end much quicker than this, and the desperate actions of the Gerudo kept them alive much longer.

But just as that thought entered his mind, he saw someone rise into the air. Just lifted off the ground, arms outstretched. He immediately knew that it was his father; the Master Sword was clutched tightly in his hand. He was glowing a magnificent white, and rays of the light shot out across the fortress grounds. The Gerudos and the bokoblins seemed frightened. All activity in the area had completely stopped.

Link shone ever brighter, getting to the point where Lance had to shield his eyes. The light now covered the entire area. But what was it going to do?

Instantly the light shot out with force. Lance could see little black forms spiraling into the air, but he didn't see a single Hylian get hit. It must've been focused only on Ganondorf's forces.

And then the light left as quickly as it had appeared. When everything was visible, Lance didn't see a single soul on the grounds that wasn't wearing blue and silver. They did it. They won.

Gloves went soaring into the air as soldiers cheered their joy, embraced each other, and cried. The war was over. All because of the miraculous power of the Hero of Time.

Lance half expected his father to be lying on the sand, no energy left in him. He did seem a little weak and there was a slight limp in his walk, but other than that he was fine.

Link ran to his son and squeezed him in a giant bear hug in which Lance felt like the air was being sucked out of him. He laughed and cried with the rest of the soldiers. But it all stopped when he remembered Marin.

Lance burst into the room to find Marin sitting on the floor, looking quite bored. But when Lance entered, she beamed brightly.

"Next time you tell me not to move, give me a broader limit," she said. Lance grinned and opened his arms as soon as she started running.

Marin collided into Lance, almost knocking him off his feet. He staggered for a moment, then squeezed her as hard as he could without breaking her ribs, lifting her off the ground.

Lance then put her down and planted his lips firmly on hers. He didn't know how he was going to go about this. In fact, it had only been brewing in his head for about fifteen minutes.

Lance stopped. She looked puzzled, especially when he got down on his knees. But the five words that came out of his mouth made her burst into tears of joy.

"Marin, will you marry me?"

She threw her arms around his neck and bowled him over, planting kisses all over his face and neck, mumbling, "Yes, yes, yes," over and over again.

A/N: Sorry for the short finale. I kinda have a tendency to do that. I'll give you all some time to read my sequel before I post my next story. But be sure to read it fast; the entire story's posted so there are no excuses for waiting for updates!