Link drove his sword deep into Ganondorf's abdomen, the red tip coming out the other side.
The hero twisted the glowing blade, before pulling it back out.
Ganondorf stumbled backward, hand uselessly trying to staunch the wound. "This… This is not the end!" He threatened, lifting his other hand to point at Link, mouth covered in blood. "The story of light and shadow shall be written in blood!"
And then, he spit out nothing but blood before falling to the ground, dead.
The Master Sword sunk into the ground, its master using it to prop himself up.
The wall that had blocked the battle off from the rest of the world fell, and Crown Princess Zelda jumped off Epona and rushed to Link's side.
He had suffered many blows from the Demon King. So much so, that it was a wonder he was still standing; however, sad and pathetic it was.
Zelda wrapped her arms around Link's shoulders, gently guiding him off his knees and onto her lap, staring up at her with a tired and aged expression.
She felt his forehead. He was burning up.
Zelda took off her gloves, tore off scraps of her dress, trying to help but even an idiot would know it was no use.
"Zelda…" Link said, dazed.
Zelda smiled through choked tears. "You fought well." She hadn't known Link all that well but it felt like she had known him all her life which was most likely a result of her housing her soul in Midna.
"Did I do it?" Link coughed, blood trickling down his chin.
"Yes." On the throne, in front of her people, Zelda held a stone cold facade. But here at Hyrule Field, it crumbled, tears bubbling and spilling over despite her discouragement. "Hyrule is saved, and it's all thanks to you."
"Midna…"
The Twilight Princess, true form restored, had arrived. She started rapidly resuming where Zelda left off, trying desperately to save the young hero.
"You're going to be okay, you're going to be okay, you're going–" Midna kept repeating the mantra as she hurried about wrapping Link's wounds with a shaky hand, tears and snot distorting her beautiful face.
Zelda didn't know whether she was trying to reassure Link or herself.
Zelda reached out and put a hand on Midna's. The princess looked up, eyes brimming with tears and a desperate hope that lost footing and substance as time went on, leaving Midna a hollow shell.
Midna lifted Link onto her lap, cradling him like one would a newborn baby. Leaving Zelda's torn skirt covered with his blood.
Just looking at it made her sick.
The hero leaned into Midna's familiar sense of comfort and love.
Midna leaned down and pressed a shaky kiss to Link's head. "Thank you, for all that you've done."
And then Midna broke into song.
It was a sad, shaky tune with a story behind it.
Telling of a world of happiness and eternal safety, free of evil and diseases. Nothing but paradise and love to fill your days.
It sounded nothing like Zelda had ever heard, so she wouldn't be surprised if it was a Twili funeral tune, as it sounded.
Though it was so heartbreaking and choked that Zelda couldn't hear it as anything else. For all she knew, it was a lullaby mothers sang to their children, or one that was sung at a festival.
It could be a song from Link's hometown of Ordon.
Link smiled, somehow managing for it to now distort into a grimace. (Or was the pain so immense he couldn't feel it anymore?) He buried his face into Midna's cloak.
Zelda soon found her own voice intertwining with Midna's. But this was a different song, one that her mother sang to the young princess on her deathbed.
A song of goodbyes and no regrets.
Midna's voice tampered off into heart-wrenching sobs that tore at your very soul as Link's body, once tense with pain, relaxed in her warm embrace. Midna gave her dear traveling companion, with whom she'd been through so much, and suffered through so much with, one last kiss goodbye.
She took in a shaky breath choked with tears as she delivered the next line that absolutely dripped with so much heartbreak and misery that Zelda almost broke down beside her.
"It's time for you to rest, my hero."
When had it started raining?
Zelda only noticed when it was pouring, the kind of rain that froze you to your very soul, that had you shivering for hours after you left it.
The rain and wind both worked to whip away Midna's tears, more coming to replace it.
Zelda stared dully at nothing in particular, until her gaze turned into nothing more than red and green blurs.
Two colors that should never belong together.
Link's blood seeped into the ground, into the dirt and grass.
The blood on Zelda's dress got blurred and washed out, leaving only a slight pink tint in her white dress, and even that would come out with time.
But she knew the blood on her hands would be there for all eternity.
Eventually, Midna's tears dried up, leaving her feeling like someone had scraped out her insides with a dull spoon and left them out in front of her.
Epona finally trotted over, having let the two express her sadness, ready to say goodbye to her master.
The mare nuzzled Link's hair, licking his forehead as if testing whether or not he was actually dead and not just dead asleep, and when she lifted her head Zelda could've sworn she saw tears in the mare's eyes.
Horses cried and came, carrying the members of the Resistance.
Zelda knew she should say something, should console Link's father upon seeing his dead son, but her vision was still red and green.
Even when she closed her eyes, the colors were there behind her eyelids, swirling around and taunting her and her sorrow.
The Master Sword was coated with the blood of both her despised enemy, and her beloved master, who's lax fingers were still wrapped around her hilt.
Together until the end.
"May you rest knowing your actions weren't in vain, hero." She finally got the courage to speak, reaching out to close the Hero of Hyrule's eyes for the last time.