Ah, how to type out segments i know i want, but have to still pull out... but alas, it's done, anothe chapter for you all.

Chapter Eleven

It was the chaos of the afternoon's events that had Zant call the coach and tell him that they would not make it to practice, saying that something tragic had just happen and Link needed his friends. Luckily, the coach knew the two very well, and told them they could skip practice. Midna was making a slight change to her painting while Zant watched his childhood friend stare at the table. Sheik had gone off to gather the group some warm drinks.

No one had spoken, only offering a silent comfort.

The same could not be said for the city, as breaking news came on, capturing the sick sight of the evil man laughing on a rooftop while Zelda was forced against her will. Link attempted to block it by listening to his Ipod. It was like that until the hour grew late. Once they had finished their drinks, they departed from the Pizza of Twilight.

"Link? Where are you going?" Sheik asked as Link walked away from his truck. He stopped in his tracks.

"He's making her do things she wouldn't do," Link said softly. "Someone has to stop her, before the police take drastic measures."

"They have a feeling of what's going on."

"But they won't be able to help her," Link nearly yelled. "I've learned from her that it's some dark spirit inside her, maybe it knows how to free her."

Sheik simply stood there. He stared long and hard into his friends blue eyes, before saying, "You really care for her." Link only replied with a nod. The author chuckled. "I guess it is true, people do crazy things when they are in love."

"Fuck you Sheik," Link said, a smile on his face, "if you want to see this ending, you may want to follow." Then Link jogged off

"Love you too man." Sheik said. He was just happy to see a smile form.

"C'mon, I want to see the end as well," Midna said, with Zant behind her.

"Let's go then."

The trio gave chase to Link, who was already ahead of them.

...Painting Scars...

It was senseless, but it was being done. Link watched from a nearby alley as people fled, one thing he noticed is Zelda could not come to kill them. He knew the spirit was trying to resist Dragmire's presence, but failing. He could not help but feel sick watching, but he was not ready to charge out, he was waiting. Nearby he noted the position of the police and the news crew who were showcasing this occurrence live.

I'll either be the world's most stupid idiot or the greatest inspiration, he thought numbly over his plan. It could be lose-lose or a win-win situation, depending on how I tackle this. He shivered as a cool night breeze blew. Although winter was fading soon, it still held an icy grip. It was not long before Zant took to his left.

"The head chief of the police is right over there, can you tell him what I'm about to do?" Link asked.

"You are not charging in and trying to stop her, are you?" Zant asked, almost bewildered.

"That's exactly what I am going to do," Link replied calmly.

"You will be the death of all of us if you mess up," Zant muttered, before rushing over. Sheik had already taken a spot next to the news crew, ready to pull them back if things got worse.

"So, what exactly are you thinking?" Link turned to see Midna behind him. She had a hand on the wall and her red-yellow eyes staring at him.

"Draw her attention to me," he simply said, before turning back. Silence followed as the screams of frighten people raced past their ears. Link waited until just before she struck a child before racing out into the clearing. His action caused her to pause, and flick her eyes at him. "Zelda," he said calmly. Her head turned to face him, the hand dropping to her side. Amber eyes stared into blue as he swallowed. "Take on someone your size."

Zelda issued a low growl before flying over at Link. He did not move until she had closed the distance. His arms wrapped around her, pinning her arms at the elbows to keep from attacking, her legs motionless against his body. She did struggle in his grasp as he spoke in low whispers.

"You are stronger than this, fight him!" Her next growl came in near audio words, something along the lines of she could not. Link placed his forehead against hers, staring deep into her, past the amber eyes. "Fight him, not me," he whispered, before kissing her lightly upon the lips. Her body went slightly limp before regaining composure, and even as he started to pull away, she kissed him back, just as lightly, and then pushed him back so her hands rested on his chest. He was shocked to look at her eyes again, and see them to be more of a teal, more of the real her. Her voice, however, belonged to the dark one inside her.

"I'll be brief, if you want to save all of us, on the second stall to your left is a bottle, that bottle has an oddity that'll help you, help us," she suddenly yelped in pain, and Link could feel a cold radiating from another source. Looking past Zelda, he saw Dragmire, his own cunning amber eyes staring him down.

"You shall not steal back my Slave, child, I'll kill you myself," the madman said, pulling Zelda out of his grasp. The man was clearly strong in magic, as Link saw before his own eyes Dragmire merging himself with Zelda, and the other spirit within.

Nobody could survive long with three spirits inside it! Link realized suddenly. It was hard enough for two, as history had shown, but for a third was sickening. Backing up to the second stall, he saw the bottle the spirit had told him of. Dropping a silver rupee, he grips the bottle in his right hand and uncorks it. A shrill scream filled the air, but ended as soon as it began. Link kept his eyes glued to the figure as an evil laugh filled area. Link's eyes widen at the sight of a large energy orb formed at her hands, before being flung at him.

Link stood strong, positioning himself so he could get a full arc swing with the bottle in his hand. Time seemed to slow down as he watched the orb get closer, crackling the air with immense heat. With a swift movement, Link swung his arm as if he was throwing a ball sideways, but held his grip on the bottle. He refused to scream when the orb hit the bottle, the heat melting his skin, the glass under his hand gluing itself to him.

However, he managed to deflect the orb back at her. He dropped the bottle, which shattered upon impact of the ground, and cradled his hand. The pain worked through his body as he watched with fear stricken eyes as the orb consumed Zelda, three separate screams filling his ears. He watched as Ganondorf Dragmire landed on the ground hard, and was swamped by police. It was not long before he was gone from sight.

Zelda was laid down next to Link, which surprised him. What also caught him off was she no longer had those odd black lines tracing her body. He looked up to see the dark spirit, who had trapped inside the lines that once lined Zelda a gentle light that was everywhere, except where the heart would have been.

"There is always a balance, to balance the gods we dark angels were made, I was considered the strongest of them since I could absorb light. Ganondorf must've learned about it, and that was why he chained me to his will," the spirit said as it knelt down and placed a hand on Zelda's forehead.

"But, why did she resist for so long?" Link asked with pain easing into his voice as his hand flared in renewed pain.

"Most of those he sent me after were those who poorly guard their light," the dark angel said. "Zelda sensed the attack on her former friend, and protected her by letting herself be taken, she closely guards her light." It was not long before the gentle light left the spirit and was returned to its owner. Standing, the angel looked around at the pain caused. "Forgive me."

"It was not your will to do what was done," Sheik's voice chimed. Link turned to see his friend and the paramedics. A breeze of cold air touched Link's face, and he looked back to see the dark angel rise up to the sky.

"I must return. I've been gone too long." With those words, it vanished.

The next events were a blur for Link. When his thoughts cleared, he was by Zelda's hospital bed, his right hand bandaged with care, and his left holding her hand. Content she would be fine come morning, Link lowered his head and drifted to sleep.

alrightly then, only one more chapter after this.
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