Maw
"Why do y-you have to do it?" his voice wavered. "Why can't someone else?"
"Probably would if they could," she shrugged. "The oaf's the one who found it, you think he hasn't tried?"
Her sarcasm was familiar and comforting and daunting all at once.
"We were forsaken by our gods," she impatiently brushed aside his helping hand and hoisted herself up the rocky crags. "So whatever magic we had turned on us. The Triforce is long gone. Ganondorf and Zelda have been fighting with near nothing."
"They've even-" she grunted as she heaved her legs over the cliffside. "Resorted to old magic. The kind people used in that war over the Triforce way, way back. It's how he can control the golems. But it stands no chance of beating genuine stuff like the Master Sword."
They stood at the mouth of the cave. Its dank walls felt like breath, its jagged floor a winding pathway that slithered like a tongue.
It welcomed their first steps, and Link felt the telltale cold finger of dread crawl up his spine, as if the plates of earth had shifted beneath his feet, as if he were about to be devoured.
"Those two are of a different caliber, though I hate to admit it. It's not your average joe that can drive off deities with nothing but their bones and their will. Anyone else at the reins, and no one would've lived to this day."
They peered into the darkness. The very throat of a monster.
"I-I wish you would reconsider," Link mumbled miserably.
It gave Midna pause.
"There was never a choice for me. But thanks anyway."
Together, they walked, and the shadows swallowed them.
Author's Note: They're almost there. *smiles*