Here is the end. I am offically proud of myself, this story was hell to pull out, but i win the fight. Thank you to all of those who patiently waited, and those of you who reviewed, and for being the beta, i acutally learned a few things :p

Anyway, enjoy this last Chapter.

Chapter Twelve

Her head pounded as she woke up, her mind unsure if the recent events were just a bad dream or for real. She started to convince herself it was just a dream, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Link's sleeping form next to her bed; his left hand on top her hers, his right hand bandaged up. She turned her head away, unable to look at him as tears welled up. She was the one who injured him, even if something else was controlling her.

It was then she noticed her surroundings. She was in a hospital room, its bland look and noisy machinery. Passed the curtain over the window, she could just make out the light of morning. With a stiff sigh, she turned back and looked at Link, and moved her hand slightly. He opened his eyes and slowly lifted his head. They locked eyes, and she suddenly felt the emotions that had surfaced only a short while ago, yet it was stronger.

"How you feel?" Link asked softly.

"Alone?" she muttered, and Link laughed softly.

"Free would be a better word," he replied, "You are yourself, no other spirits."

Yes, that makes a little sense. She thought to herself. When she was last aware, there had been another inside her, but now she was separate, herself, alone, just as a body should be. "One spirit to one body." she whispered.

It was not long before a nurse came in and checked on her. After giving a clean bill of health, she was given her cloths to change into, and then the duo left the building. Zelda was unsteady on her feet, so Link supported her. Sheik was waiting for them with Link's truck, and once they were in, Sheik kindly drove them home. Once inside, Link was surprised to see Zant filling the table with a late morning breakfast. As they ate, Link filled Zelda in on what had occurred, and why his hand was bandaged. Zelda nodded weakly, happy to know that no one else would have to suffer as she did.

Sheik, she had expected would make notes for his story he had proudly proclaimed would be about this event. Zelda only agreed to it by saying 'You never know if it'll happen again, better safe than sorry.' However, it was Zant that made her wonder. The basketball player would steal glances when he thought she was not looking, and would write down something.

"Where's Midna?" Zelda finally asked when her voice found itself again.

"She slept in," Zant said gently, "She wasn't feeling good last night."

"Zant, when you get the chance, tell Coach I don't plan on finishing," Link said, his voice low.

"Least come to the final game when we make it." Zant said. Link rose and eyebrow.

"You sound confident you'll make it."

"It's the Fins again, we'll win," Zant said, "'sides, I heard the results, it's the Kakariko Doves."

"The Doves!"

Everyone looked over at Zelda, her surprised voice catching them all off guard. "What of them?" Sheik asked, curious.

"My Ex plays on the team," she whispered, not trusting herself.

"True, Doves have won the past few tourneys cause of some player named 'Quincy Patterson'," Link commented. Everyone noticed Zelda grimace. "They are the only team we've lost to."

"Then let's win the one that matters!" Zant yelled boldly.

"Get past the Fins, we'll talk then," Link said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Zant headed over to the door.

"I gotta check on Midna, I'll be back." Zant called. Link simply waved him off with his good hand.

...Painting Scars...

The Championship game between the Hyrule Knights and the Kakariko Doves was on. Zelda had a seat on the bench with the players to watch the action. Earlier at the game start, Zelda's Ex had tried to approach her, but she promptly shoved him to the ground and walked away. It did not affect his game, as it was tied at 82 apiece. As the final minutes wore down, Zelda and Link both sat at the edge of their seats, watching as each missed their shot and the other team took the ball to the other end. It came to an end when one of the Knights suddenly stumbled, holding his shin as he limped. A timeout was quickly called.

"Fado? Are you alright?" Zant asked, helping his teammate.

"No... I think I tore something."

"Damn it, I don't think we have anyone to spare," the coach said as Zant sat down Fado.

"What about Link?" Zelda inquired. The lad of question stared at her. "He still has both legs and one good hand, all he has to do in this final, what, two minutes, is get a layup or set up someone else for the shot."

"Zel, you don't play injured!" Link finally spat out. She looked at him, amusement in her eyes.

"She does hold a good point," the Coach said, "C'mon Link, help bring back the title, it's been too long." Link started to shake his head no.

"Help the team or I'm going to shackle you do your room for the rest of vacation," Zelda dared. Link looked deep into her blue eyes, and he knew then she would go through with that threat, and perhaps more severe ones.

"Fine," he said.

The players took to the court again. Zelda watched nervously as both teams weaved in and out of each other, she also feared that one of the Doves would use Link's bad hand against him. Neither team could get a better footing until there was less time on the clock then the shot clock.

Link snagged the ball away from a Dove player and darted to the other end. He was quickly followed by another, but he did not look at anything other than the hoop ahead. With one final bounce of the ball, Link curled his left hand so the ball rested in the palm, and jumped up.

The buzzer went off. Zelda glanced up at the scoreboard: 84-82. It seemed to take a long while before anything happened, but Zelda was the first to move, racing over to Link. A loud cheer broke out. The Knights had won the game that mattered.

It would not be for another hour before the team was able to make a retreat to the Pizza of Twilight, and an hour still before it was just Link, Sheik, Zelda, Zant, and Midna. Midna had on her, her large portfolio that held her paintings, and Sheik's bag was full of notebooks. Laughter filled the restaurant as the teens enjoyed Pizza and the small stories.

"Mid, I think it's time for show and tell," Zant said, to which he bleached quietly. Midna rolled her eyes as she opened her portfolio and pulled out her latest work. She turned it for the group to see.

Zelda felt her breathe stop as she stared back at a pair of eyes, one amber with a tinge of green, the other a deep, lovely blue. The amber eye sat on the left side, and was accompanied with pale skin and black lines. Further left was a mini-scene of horror and doom, its image a gruesome sight, but what disturbed her more was seeing the right half of his face. The black skin and orange hair, and the amber eye that made her blood run cold, forcing herself to look away. She looked at the blue eye on the right, accompanied with evenly tanned skin. A little more right was a paradise with meadows and a tree, and what looked like children playing. At the edge of the canvas was the left half of Link's face, his eye conveying love and fear. The fact that Midna could get emotions into her art surprised Zelda slightly.

"Do... do you like it?" Midna asked. Zelda blinked a few times before slowly nodding her head. She had heard Midna's fear creeping into her voice, which she had every right for as this painting reflected her scars.

"Yes, I like it," Zelda replied. "It just surprised me." Midna smiled softly before putting it away.

"C'mon Zel, we should head home," Link said as he stood up. After the group paid, Link even leave a yellow rupee as a tip, they all departed.

A month later, Midna's new piece, rightfully called Painting Scars, was set to travel around the Old Kingdom as one of the best pieces of art anyone had seen.

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