"Alright, I suppose you have a lot to think about," Pipit winked at Link and gestured towards the silhouette of Zelda which was approaching the tent. She peeked her head into the tent and only her head,
"Hey, do you mind if I borrow him for a second?" Zelda was asking Pipit without even looking at Link once, and he wondered if somehow she knew.
"Go for it."
Zelda had taken him through Faron woods right through to the Sealed Temple. She pulled him all the way into the Master Sword chamber and she stopped just a few feet away from the sword. He stared at it for a moment, and he noticed that it didn't look the same as before: the hilt had folded back inwards like it was before Hylia had blessed it.
"I think that it's done."
"What's done?"
"Demise: I think he's gone."
"Well how do we know for sure?"
"We ask her," Zelda tipped her nose for a second towards the back of the room, and that was when Link thought he was dreaming: there, floating across the room towards them, was his companion Fi.
"Master…" Fi spoke in her formal and almost robotic voice, but her voice filled him with so much life. "According to my calculations, the Demon King is now vanquished and will never be capable of returning to this world."
"So, does that mean…" He started to ask, but Zelda answered his question before he could ask it.
"Draw the sword Link."
Link's heart skipped a beat: after all of this, he would still be able to have Fi as a companion and he would never have to worry about another sword breaking in a fight because he would have the one sword that was destined to be his. Maybe this was also partly why Ilysa had wanted him to go to the woods so soon, because his sword was ready to be drawn once more.
He approached the stone one step at a time, until the master sword was but only a few inches from him and he could feel its divine strength surge through his veins. He had only been without it for a few days, but being this close to it now was a feeling of ecstasy and he promised himself once he picked up this sword that he would keep it until he died. He placed his right hand around the hilt and his heart began to race, so he quickly wrapped his left hand around the hilt as well. He held his breath for a moment and thought back to the first time he had ever held the sword in his hands: it was a long time ago it seemed, but it really wasn't that long ago. Zelda had only been missing for a while, and he had just woken up after the tornado. Fi had appeared to him and he had followed her across Skyloft into the Statue of the Goddess. The sword that was now in his hands was the beginning of his entire adventure and it had been the end as Demise was absorbed inside. The same sword would now be the beginning of his next adventure, which was still cloudy at best, but he knew deep inside that the sword would be at his side no matter what. He realized he was still holding his breath and he released the air all at once as he pulled the sword and pointed it skywards. He felt the sword charge and he swung the blade, releasing the energy into the air. It was like being reborn: he was once again whole.
As his spirit beamed with warmth and joyfulness, a cold wind stirred around the temple.