Slowly, Zelda stood up. She glanced around, her tear streaked face still contorted in anguish. Ganon still lay there on his back, his demonic face caught in an expression of mixed fear and fury. Link's Biggoron Sword still remained embedded to the hilt in the Evil Incarnation of Darkness, the tip of the blade protruding from the beast's back.

Life seemed empty without him, without the one who had just rescued her entire world from hopelessness. The Hero of Time had been the light in the world, the one and only light that Ganon's seemingly omnipotent darkness couldn't douse. Now, without that light, and without that darkness, her life felt utterly meaningless. What would she – no – what could she do now?

"Oh the goddesses!" it was the Sage of Light. He had just crossed the rainbow bridge to the castle grounds where Link had oh so courageously destroyed the Great King of Evil. He saw a soaked, grief stricken princess, standing over a fallen hero and dark beast of pure evil. Even as he watched, the girl sank to her knees once more and covered her face with her hands. Her shoulders began to shake. The man in the brown robe with the broad white mustache strode across the rain saturated battle grounds to where the fragile seeming maiden knelt beside her fallen hero. He approached her and came down to her level, resting on one knee. He placed a gentle hand on one of her shaking shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Zelda. He was truly a paragon of a man."

"Rauru," Zelda whispered, and buried her face in his soft brown robe. She felt comfortable with the old sage, and let her emotions pour out. He only wrapped his caring arms around her slight frame and stroked her back.

"We must hold a hero's funeral for him," Rauru murmured, but the thought of Link being completely gone only renewed Zelda's weeping. One tear slid down his cheek and was caught in his white mustache.

The cortege made their way through the gate of Kakariko village and toward stairs that would lead past the well and to the right, where it would enter the graveyard. There was quite the crowd gathered. On either side of their set path, people stood and sat, waiting for the pallbearers. The slain Hero of Time lay on his bier so that onlookers could toss flowers and flower petals upon him. He wore his blue tunic because Zelda desired his green tunic to be hung in her chamber. His golden gauntlet bearing hands rested on his chest, clutching the handle of his legendary Master Sword, and his Hylian shield rested on top of the sword, centered just above his hips.

The King led the procession in beautiful golden ceremonial plate armor. Beneath the breastplate – which was adorned with an engraving of the Triforce of the Sacred Realm – he wore a royal blue tunic cinched together with a golden belt with large rubies embedded in it. He bore greaves of gold atop his boots, and golden vambraces above his ruby red gauntlets. His crown sat upon his head of snow white hair.

After the King came Zelda, followed by six Hyrulean guards carrying Link's bier, three on each side. Behind them came the seven sages in single file, eyes downcast and hands folded in the smalls of their backs. If one looked directly at the third sage, they could see tears sliding down the tiny girl's pale cheeks and soaking into her small green sweater.

The procession continued up the stairs, to the right of the well, and toward the entrance of the graveyard. Onlookers throughout KakarikoVillage wept for the Hero of Time. In to the graveyard, the cortege bore Link up the path, past the first fence and then to the left. Even Dampé the Gravedigger stood by and watched in silence as the King led Kink's funeral procession to the grave of the Royal Family.
Finally, two Hyrulean guards standing by each side of the Grave, hauled back the headstone. Just as Hyrule's King began to step aside for the pallbearers, a deafening shout came from DeathMountain. All present suddenly looked up to the top of the mountain, and saw a form flying toward them with astonishing speed. Then the Great Fairy of Magic was hovering above the cortege, her haunting cackle reaching every corner of the graveyard. Her bright pink hair hung in three pony tails, floating out behind her. She sat on the air, and crossed one leg over the other. Her large pink eyes appeared to dig into every person's very soul.

"This young man has paid the ultimate price to free you all from the clutches of Ganon, the Great King of Evil. I too am in debt to the Hero of Time. Should I not heal his wounds and grant his new life? Such is within my power…" Suddenly Zelda's head shot up from its previously drooping position, her eyes wide as saucers with the possibility of Link's revival. The Great Fairy of Power continued, "Seldarine hörme nuena lo-inaer gaortë celveruênä!" No one knew a word of the language that she uttered nor did they know in what language she spoke, but then something most bizarre occurred.

...To be continued...