Author's Note: As promised, the next chapter the next day! Dig in.
Dance, Dance
The air sung with steel.
Zelda focused her blade like a conductor's baton, her movements opulent, her twirls no less vicious for how elegant she rose with the swell of the orchestra, how her blood matched the battle's hymn.
Marin hummed, her eyes alight with what seemed like enjoyment as blue thrummed through her veins, out her palms.
Zelda cursed, twisted aside as it skimmed her earlobe, singeing it.
From above, a barrage of sapphire that came like rain, gouging the earth where it struck as she pivoted, ducked, darted. Still, it tore clothing, shredded her skin as she bit back a scream.
Her palm blistered with how tightly she held the hilt and swung. Metal crashed against Marin, but she remained unblemished where it struck.
Zelda strained herself, tried to dig the blade in, but Marin simply smiled as her arm pressed against it, pristine as the day she was born.
Two fingers against Zelda's temple, and a whispered promise.
"We'll right things. You'll see."
Zelda's gasp was swallowed as she curled herself hardly in time and the blast sent her careening into the side of a mountain.
She groaned as the sword tumbled loosely from her grip. Blood ran freely down her cheek, across her split lip.
At her side was somehow Ganondorf, even if he could barely stand.
"Stay down," he breathed. "I can't see you like this."
"I can't," she mumbled, blindly clutching at him. "I can't. We must fight. Even if it's hopeless."
His shoulders slumped, and he held her like a man who owned nothing but his desperation. A man who lived and died by well-water, but it had dried and he was left stranded.
"At least…" he tried a smile. "At the very least, we'll die together."
She returned it, fingers closing around his, palms slippery with both of their blood.
But they winced as their vision blared with the color of an unblemished sky, and Ganondorf choked.
His chest, run through with blue. Marin, innocuously floating five feet from them.
Zelda's throat caught.
"No," she sobbed. "No, no, no."
As his body dropped – a marionette with severed strings – anguish clutched hers and she dropped to her knees with him.
She placed her hand against a still-warm cheek.
"Please…" she whispered, tears mingling with blood. "Don't leave me here alone. You were my life."
The lack of answer seized her, dotted her heart with glaciers, and most of her broke.
She bent down and kissed cold lips.
Marin watched, affected a sad countenance, and drew slowly closer.
Author's Note: Wow. Dark turn, even for this story. Review, please? :D
I know it was short, but we're coming to the close in the chapters ahead.
God I hope I don't disappear again for a year lol