Link awoke the following morning with Epona nudging his head with her muzzle. He was groggy and he had a splitting headache. He coughed a few times from the dirt he inhaled through his mouth during the night. Slowly, Link began to move his aching body. With much pain and effort, he managed to push himself up and into a sitting position.

Link's vision was blurry at first, but after a few blinks began to clear. Before doing anything else, he instinctually reached down to his canteen and downed its entire contents to quench his parched throat. When Link was finished, Epona walked over and began to nuzzle Link. Link looked over to her and began to pet her. As he did so, the previous night's events came rushing back to him.

Link quickly jumped to his feet. Epona was fine, apparently unharmed. So was he. Except for the headache, which he himself caused, he was untouched. Link looked himself over from head to toe, searching both front and back, yet the worst he found was some dirt and a few tears on his tunic. He didn't understand. Why was he still alive? Why hadn't he even been attacked? Trying to make sense of all this, Link looked up only to be faced with more questions.

The area all around him was completely undisturbed. The ground was smooth. No bodies or weapons littered the region and despite hearing several explosions there was no trace that even one bomb had been set off. The only footprints Link could see belonged to Epona and himself. Link quickly looked up into the sky, but there was no trace of the dragon or even any scorch marks upon the ground or rock walls from the dragon's flame burst.

None of this made any sense to Link. He just continued to stare around him, trying to figure out what exactly had happened the previous night. He couldn't see anything because of Lord Arcana's spell, but there was no denying how real the sounds were. As it finally dawned upon him, Link just looked up and began chuckling.

"Illusions," he laughed. "They were illusions from my past. That's why there's no trace of them; they weren't real. Ha ha, and Lord Arcana helped me. His spell prevented me from seeing them and losing my mind."

Link's laughter subsided little by little as the realization that he still had a long way to go dawned on him. What was worse was that he was going to have to continue on foot. He wasn't even sure that he could get himself across the ravine let alone Epona as well. Knowing that he should get going sooner rather than later, Link set to work getting ready to go it alone.

Having to cut his food and water supplies severely, Link threw two canteens of water around his shoulders and stuffed as much food as he could into a pouch. He secured his sword and shield as well as his bow and quiver of arrows on his back and then tied his now nearly empty bomb bag to his belt. He tied whatever was left back up to Epona's saddle.

"Well girl," Link said to Epona as he petted her head, "it looks like it's time to go our separate ways. I don't know how long I'll be, so I want you to head back to the castle, okay? Don't worry, I'll be fine. Now get going."

Link tapped Epona's backside and she took off at a slow trot back down the mountain path. He then turned toward the ravine and with an exasperation walked up to its edge. There was only one way he could make it across, but he wasn't sure if it would work. He hadn't attempted it in almost eight years, and he couldn't be sure he even still had it in him.

Link reached into his tunic and pulled out a green, see-through, diamond shaped gem. In its core was a deep, forest green colored sphere from which radiated a green aura. Though only as big as his hand, Link could sense the immense cosmic energy within. While its power paled considerably in comparison to that of the Triforce, it was still a gift from the goddesses. It wasn't just any goddess either, but the very same that created the Triforce of Courage that once belonged to Link. In his hands Link held the power of Farore's Wind.

Link gripped the gem and closed his eyes. As he did so, he felt the power from the gem flowing into his body. In his mind's eye he pictured the ravine before him, and then on a spot on the other side. He focused on this spot, and once the magic of the gem had consumed his entire being Link's body vanished into thin air only to reappear on the other side of the ravine seconds later. He didn't feel a thing during the teleportation, yet he knew when it was over when he felt the magic return to the gem.

Link opened his eyes and breathed in relief when he saw that he was on the other side of the ravine. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he placed the gem back into his tunic and continued on up the mountain path. He looked up into the sky to try and determine what time it was, but the same magic that protected him against the illusions the night before was now preventing him from doing something as simple as figuring out the time of day. By now he should've been used to this, but old habits die hard.

The trek was more difficult without Epona than Link had hoped it would be. As he trudged forth, he could sense that the incline of the path was gradually becoming steeper. This was only the tip of the iceberg however. Link knew things were only going to get worse the closer he got to the Queen Fairy.

Time passed but still it appeared as if Link had made no progress. He could look behind him and see the meandering path and know he had come far, but to look ahead it seemed as if nothing changed. The scenery remained as rocky and barren as when he started with no signs of ceasing.

Link's mouth was parched. He had gone what seemed like hours, and quite possibly had been since he could not tell, without any break whatsoever. As thirsty as he was, Link allowed himself only a quick swig. His water supplies were limited, and since he had no idea how far he still needed to go nor seen anyplace to refill his reservoirs he needed to conserve what water he did have. Food was a little more expendable considering he had gone days without eating on many occasions before.

With his body crying out for a bit of rest, the path before Link finally changed. In fact, it stopped dead. Before Link was now a sheer cliff wall, on which grew strong thick vines that grew from the wall's foot all the way to its top. The vines were odd though. In addition to the natural green ones that Link was used to, there were also red, blue, orange, purple, and yellow vines all intermingled up the wall. Link found this weird, but nonetheless walked up to the wall ready to climb.

Link took a firm grip of one of the yellow vines, as they dominated the bottom, and then reached for a purple as he prepared to start his climb. The second he grabbed the purple vine, however, it ripped free from the wall and Link fell back, but since he was only inches from the ground landed on his feet. Link looked up at the vine which was now moving by its own accord back into the spot it had ripped free of. As he stared in wonderment, he realized this climb would be harder than originally thought.

He took hold of the same yellow vine he had before and then looked carefully at all the others trying to determine which ones were firmly rooted to the wall. Unfortunately, they all appeared to be equally rooted. With no choice but to hope the one he picked would hold, Link grabbed a green vine above his head. He grabbed it cautiously, not wanting to slip again even if he was close to the ground. The vine held, and he gripped it more firmly pulling himself upward.

Now that he was starting to make progress he grabbed a red vine hastily, but it to held and Link pulled himself further upward. Not wanting to slow momentum, he grabbed another yellow vine which immediately ripped free of the wall. Link lost his balance and fell several feet down on his back. Looking up from where he had fallen, he saw the vine replace itself just as the other had.

Link crawled up off the ground, he had had much worse falls than that in his life, and stared at the intermingling colored vines. These vines were obviously magical in some way, or at least enchanted, and it appeared that there was a pattern on how to climb up. Link just had to figure out what that pattern was. He was now wishing that Zelda, or even Navi had come with him. They probably would've been able to figure it out instantly.

"The pattern is obviously in the colors," Link said aloud to himself, hoping that by doing so the answer would come easier. "But what is it? I don't have all day to try out every combination."

He began looking around him on the surrounding walls hoping that they held some sign, but there was nothing to be found. Link looked at the ground as well, but still nothing but dirt and rock. Something in the back of his mind was telling him that he recognized those colors. While seemingly random, there was something about those six colors being together that bothered Link.

"Yellow, green, red, blue, purple, and orange," Link repeated to himself for the dozenth time. "Yellow, green, red, blue, purple, and orange."

Time was whittling away, and still he was no closer to an answer. Link began pacing back and forth, staring from time to time at the wall. Zelda and Navi aside, he should have at least brought one of the Sages with him. It wasn't like they were terribly useful at the moment since they were sealed off from the Sacred Realm.

Dawning appeared on Link's face and he stopped dead in his tracks. He quickly looked at the wall, specifically the six different colored vines. They matched perfectly. They were the same colors that represented the six Sages of Hyrule. He had grabbed the yellow vine first, which corresponded to the first medallion he receive from Rauru, which was yellow. The next vine he grabbed that didn't fall free had been green and the next red, which corresponded to the order he received the Sage's medallions in.

Link had to climb up the wall grabbing the vine which represented the next color medallion he had acquired from the Sages. It was to be yellow, then green, red, blue, purple, and orange. But what would happen when he got to the end? There was no way he could reach the top in six climbs. He had no choice but to hope the pattern just repeated itself. With a renewed sense of optimism, Link began his climb once again.

Zelda sat upon her father's throne, her head slumped in her hand. Around her, the room was silent and empty save for the Royal Guards. Despite it being midday, only shadow filtered down through the skylight casting the throne room in a dreary atmosphere.

Zelda's eyes were closed, deep in thought. The only sound she could hear was that of her own breathing. She didn't know what to do, what she was supposed to be doing. Lord Arcana had yet to make a move, and as far as anyone knew he had yet to step out of his tower. What was worse was that there had been no word yet from Link. Sure it had been only a day, but every second apart was only increasing the worry in Zelda's heart.

Finally, she opened her eyes and lifted her head. She put both her hands together, and wondered what she should do. She could always launch an attack against the tower, and hopefully by doing so prevent Link from dying like in her vision. But there had also been a scene where she saw the outside of the tower littered with the bodies of soldiers. What if her launching this attack is what leads to their deaths and turning the premonition true.

But then again, if she does nothing they may die as well. As much as her visions were a gift, they were also a curse. It's a double-edged sword. She knew what the end result would be, but not how it came about, so there was no way to ensure that it did come true or try to prevent it. Her head was beginning to hurt. There were just too many possibilities, too many routes that she could take, and there was no way to know which were the right paths to take.

Zelda wished she had never had that dream. It was her premonition as a child and her will to prevent it coming true that had enabled Ganon to get his hands on the Triforce and plunge Hyrule into darkness and despair for seven long years. She was older now, more mature, and she was determined not to make the same mistakes she had as a child. The only problem was that she did not know what to do.

As her thoughts began to linger and repeat themselves over in her mind, the doors to the throne room flew open. Zelda looked up, all previous thought gone, and saw Malon. She was walking toward her in a kind of daze, and as she approached Zelda she saw the look of pain on her face, as if she were on the verge of tears. Zelda stared at her suspiciously, but it wasn't until she noticed that Malon was looking at the floor and avoiding her gaze that she realized what Malon had come to say.

"Um . . . Zelda," began Malon, her voice barely audible as Zelda's lips began to quiver, "it's your father. He's . . . he's fading fast."

Zelda didn't wait to see whether Malon was finished or not, nor did she care. She jumped up off the throne and dashed out of the room. She sped down the castle's intricate hallways, tears already beginning to form behind her eyes. Nothing could stop her as she nearly bowled over a couple soldiers in her frenzy to reach her father's bedchamber. When she reached the elaborate doors however, she stopped dead, unable to go any further.

Zelda stood there, panting, just staring at the doors. Fear gripped her heart, and a few lone tears were squeezing their way out from behind her eyes and down her cheeks. She couldn't even raise her arm to grip the door handle. She knew she had to go in there, but she was not ready to face what she would see.

The sound of footfalls coming down the hallway caught her attention. She looked, half expecting despite the impossibility of it, Link to come walking up to her, embrace her, and then to lead her into her father's room. It wasn't the green tunic of Link that she saw however. It was the beige dress of Malon, who had finally caught up.

Malon saw Zelda staring at her and quickly tried to compose herself for Zelda's sake. She put on a fake smile, but Zelda could see the tears welling up behind Malon's eyes and the sadness they held. Malon walked up to Zelda silently, and the two of them just stared at one another, understanding. Malon put her arm around Zelda's shoulder and led her into the bedchamber.

The two walked silently into the exquisite room, but neither of them were focused on the rooms features. Rather, their eyes fell immediately upon the grand bed before them, and the barely living body within it. Around the room were several doctors, four Royal Guards, Captain Huntley, and the Sages. All eyes fell upon Zelda and Malon as they entered, but nobody said a word as Malon led Zelda toward her father's bed.

When they got to the side of the bed Malon released Zelda and stood back. Despite her reluctance to accept the inevitable, Zelda was nonetheless drawn onward as if by an invisible string, finally kneeling down by the head of the bed. Her father's complexion was pale, as if all blood had been drained from his body. His breathing was slow and labored. The king's face was drawn, and he appeared to have aged fifty years in just the past few days. As Zelda knelt there, lone tears began to flow.

"Dad," Zelda's voice cracked.

King Hyrule turned his head slightly toward Zelda. He opened his eyelids a crack. Even that short amount of movement seemed to have taken a lot out of him, as his breathing became even more labored and his body convulsed slightly.

"Zelda," he managed to say in a hoarse voice.

"I . . . I can't do this without you."

"Zelda . . . Zelda . . . my beautiful daughter," King Hyrule said in a kind of delirium, trying to reach his hand out to touch her face as he said so. Zelda took her father's hand and held it in both of hers. "Never once did you cause me worry. I always knew you'd be a great ruler; a greater one than myself."

"No, I could never be better than you," Zelda cut her father off, tears free flowing now. "You are everything to this kingdom. Please don't leave it, please don't leave me."

"Hyrule will be just fine in your care. I know . . . I know you won't . . . let it down. I . . .I . . . lo . . . lov . . . ."

King Hyrule's half opened eyes slid closed, and his head rolled lifelessly against his pillow. Zelda felt his hand go limp in hers and she cried out, begging him not to leave her, begging him to hold on. Zelda's eyes were clenched as tight as possible, but rivers of tears flowed down her cheeks as she continued to hold her father's hand.

Everyone else in the room remained silent, tears in some of their own eyes for their beloved king. As Zelda continued to wail, off in the distance a bell was sounding, telling all who heard it that Hyrule had lost its king.

Lord Arcana sat upon his throne, his fingers rapping loudly upon the cold, stone arm of his throne. A smile was spread across his face as he waited anxiously for Gerik to return. Things were going well. The fact that the Hyrulian Army had yet to make a move was only solidifying his victory, and with the Master Sword no more than a few shards of metal, there was no way he could be defeated.

With a low pop that sounded more like an explosion in the expansive chamber, a small cloud of smoke appeared before Lord Arcana, and standing within it was Gerik. Lord Arcana quickly stood up, and upon seeing the mischievous grin on Gerik's face his own smile widened, knowing that he was about to receive very good news.

"King Hyrule has died," Gerik shouted brightly, sticking his chest out with pride.

"Excellent!" Lord Arcana boasted, his voice seething with a malicious joy as it echoed. "Took the old buzzard long enough, didn't it?"

"Needless to say the princess is completely distraught."

"Good! Now is the perfect time to strike and eliminate her as a threat. With her current state of mind she shouldn't be much of a problem. Of course, Link is probably going to be with her nonstop, and that could pose a problem for us."

"Well, I have some good and at the same time distressing news on that subject sire," Gerik replied slightly shakily, apparently unsure of how he was going to break this news to Lord Arcana.

"Really?" asked Lord Arcana intriguingly but at the same time suspiciously. "Clarify!"

"Link, um, you see he, uh, seems to have disappeared."

"What do you mean disappeared?"

"He is nowhere to be found within the castle walls. I searched Hyrule Market, but none of the soldiers there seems to even realize that Link is missing. Within the castle they are aware of his absence, but they have no idea where he's gone to or for what purpose. It's like it's some sort of top-secret mission. The only people close to Link that would know where he had gone would've detected my presence in an instant. The only exception may be that farm girl, but she's always with the others."

"Interesting," Lord Arcana said in a softer and rather amused tone than Gerik had expected. "So Link, what are you up to?"

"He couldn't possibly be trying to fix the Master Sword, could he?" asked Gerik, apprehension noticeable in his voice.

"The Master Sword is a sacred object. There is no power on this planet that could possibly repair that blade. And there's no other object that I know of that could possibly harm us at this point. Very intriguing. I truly do wonder what that boy is up to. Nevertheless, he's just made it easier to take out Zelda. You know what to do."

"I'll begin preparations immediately my lord."

After the harrowing climb up the cliff wall, Link had finally allowed himself a short half hour break. It was pleasant at the top. No cliff walls surrounded him, so he had an unobstructed view for miles around. He was a lot higher up in the mountains than he had thought. Off in the distance, almost a speck against the grand backdrop Link had a view of, he could make out the towers and parapets of Hyrule Castle.

He wasn't on the tallest peak of the Northern Mountains, but from where he stood he could see the path he now had to take. He was going to be going downhill now, and from the looks of it extremely deep into the mountains. He could see the path winding on for miles before him, but it's final destination was still a mystery.

The cool breeze that continually swept by was a welcome relief to Link's sweat soaked and aching body. Link just sat there with his eyes closed and head held high as he let the cool air wash over him. He allowed himself a small snack from his limited food and then spent the rest of the time just relaxing and looking around at the serenity around him. He hadn't seen such beauty and tranquility since the days of his childhood, before he recognized his destiny and set off on his first of many adventures.

After a thirty minute rest, or as close as he could guess since he was still without the aid of the sun, Link struggled back up to his feet despite his body's complaints. He made sure all his gear was secure, took a short swig from his canteen, and then continued onward. It was slow going at first as his body protested, but after only fifteen minutes or so he was traveling at the same fast pace he had started with that morning. He had no other choice. If he ran he would tire way too quickly and if he just walked it would take him forever to reach the Queen Fairy.

The cliff walls on either side of him had grown high once again, the same monotonous scenery repeating itself over and over with every mile he trekked. High above him the clouded sky was growing darker by the second. Night was fast approaching, but unlike the previous night Link was determined to continue onward till he couldn't see at all. No longer having the aid of Epona, Link knew he needed to make every second count, every foot traveled matter.

His body groaned in protest as Link was now only able to see a few feet in front of him. He had not rested since climbing the cliff, and his body was just about ready to collapse underneath him. Still he pushed on though. Hyrule, and the entire world, was counting on him to defeat Lord Arcana, and that would only be achieved by reaching the end of this path.

The darkness was now surrounding him. For one brief second Link considered lighting a Deku Stick and traveling by the light it gave off, but he knew he reached his limit. It would do him no good to finally reach the Queen Fairy only to drop dead before her. With buckets of sweat pouring off of him, Link finally stopped walking and sat down.

His muscles groaned more now than when he was walking, and it was a struggle to unhook all of his gear from himself. By the time he had managed it, Link could no longer see anything around him. Because of this he was unable to build a fire, but he had no intentions of it anyway. Instead he took, for the first time that day, a giant swig from his canteen, nearly emptying it, and took some food from his pouch. After his meal, Link laid back and his weary body instantly fell asleep. He went into such a deep slumber that the illusions didn't even bother him that night.

Without the sun's rays the next morning, Link slept blissfully long past sunrise. It was nearly noon by the time he awoke. He was still groggy, but as soon as he realized how late it was his eyes snapped open and he jumped up. Realizing he needed to get a move on and fast, Link quickly reattached all his gear and continued down the trail.

His stomach grumbled hungrily, but with so much time already lost he couldn't afford to sit and make a full meal. Instead he reached into his food pouch and took out several pieces of bread, which he devoured ravenously as he sped his way down the trail. He took more gradual swigs of water than normal as the bread instantly dried up what little moisture Link had in his parched throat. By the time he was finished with his snack, his first canteen was completely empty and he had started on the second. Even though carrying an empty canteen was only more of a burden, he kept it on the off chance he ran across a stream or other source of fresh water.

After several hours of travel, the ground suddenly began to decline rapidly. Link was forced to slow his pace and carefully take each step lest he lose his footing and roll the rest of the way down the trail. He was heading so deep into the mountains now that the cliff walls around him were so high he was having difficulty seeing their tops.

Just as Link didn't think the decline could get any steeper, it finally leveled off. After only a few feet however, it began to rise again in a just as steep incline. Link stopped and stared at the rising path. Going downhill had been one thing, but going uphill on this type of incline was something else. It was going to take even more careful footwork to prevent himself from slipping. Whether it was just his mind playing tricks or not, however, the path appeared to be growing wider as it rose.

Link stared at the path, squinting his eyes and tilting his head as he did so, trying to decide whether what he was seeing was a possible mirage or real. After realizing the path truly was growing wider, his heart leapt for joy and he smiled. He couldn't be positive, but the fact that the path was widening could be evidence that he was nearing his goal.

With a renewed sense of spirit, Link ran up the incline. In his excitement he stumbled quite a few times as he went along but kept himself steady by grabbing hold of the ground beneath him with his hands. Soon enough he was on all fours climbing up the path.

When Link reached the top his eyes lit up with wonder. The path leveled off and opened up into a large, circular nook. The sheer cliff walls of the area were ten feet in height, but the openness took away all sense of claustrophobia. Up above was a clear view of the sky, and if not for Lord Arcana's spell would have offered a spectacular sight. In the center were two rows of stone pillars, long since eroded far beyond recognition. At the end of the rows of pillars on the far wall was a circular, door-sized opening in the rock face. Link smiled at the sight of it.

"It does exist," Link breathed out in relief. "I finally made it."

Link took a deep drink from his canteen and entered the area. He walked with strong confident steps, all his fatigue seemingly vanished. As he neared the center of the area, he heard several loose rocks tumble down the rock cliffs. Link didn't make any sudden movements, but slowed his pace and reached back to grab the hilt of the Biggoron Sword. Slowly he shifted his eyes back and forth on the lookout for any cause of the noise.

All of a sudden he heard it. There was a loud growl, and Link turned around just in time to see a pair of large, white fangs flash before him heading directly for his throat. Link barely managed to unsheathe his sword and cleave the Wolfos' head in half before it connected, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground in the process, the Wolfos' dead remains landing on top of him.

As Link tied to push the heavy beast off of him, he heard several more growls. He looked up to see that he was surrounded by Wolfos. There were eight of them, and they were circling Link with teeth bared. He swallowed hard. If he made any sudden movements, the Wolfos would pounce in an instant, and he knew he wouldn't be able to remove the dead body off of himself and defend before they reached him. He needed a plan, and fast. Unfortunately, all his gear was pinned underneath the beast.

Both of Link's hands were free though, and the Biggoron Sword was still gripped tightly in his left hand. He had an idea, but it would take careful precision. With his right hand he unhooked the Mirror Shield from his back. He couldn't wiggle it out from beneath himself, so he slowly began to pull it out with his hand. All the while he kept a careful watch on the circling Wolfos, watching and waiting for their attack. His arm jerked as it yanked the last bit of the shield out and one of the Wolfos flashed its teeth and charged.

Link summoned all his strength and pushed the dead Wolfos off himself. As he did so he smacked the attacking Wolfos across its head with his shield while he slew another attacking Wolfos on his other side with his sword. The smacked Wolfos fell to the ground in a daze while the remaining six all charged at once. Link rose to his feet and charged straight at the Wolfos in front of him. It leapt up at him, but Link ducked underneath, raising the tip of his blade above him to slice open the Wolfos' underside as it flew over. The animal's blood and innards showered across Link as the animal fell dead.

Link instantly turned around to deflect both a pair of teeth and sharp claws coming right at him. He pushed them back and beheaded one of the animals, but the other charged again for a second attack. Link once again blocked with his shield, the beast's claws cracking in two as they slammed into the polished shield. It yelped out in pain and Link took advantage by driving the Biggoron Sword into its heart. By this time the dazed Wolfos had recovered and was now regrouping with the remaining three still left alive.

The four Wolfos advanced slowly. Link watched them all carefully, slowly backing up as they advanced. He held his shield high in his right hand, but his left arm was drooping. He had long since learned to use the Biggoron Sword with one hand, but it had been such a long time that he'd had a need to that he wasn't used to it and it was taking its toll. He continued to back up, but he didn't know how much farther it was till he ran out of room and hit the wall, and he couldn't afford even a small peek behind him.

The Wolfos growled angrily, their teeth bared all the while. Link was going to have to go on the offensive. If there had just been two left it would've been no problem, but there were four. Without hesitation he charged them, hoping to surprise them as he would a human opponent. The Wolfos weren't phased in the least as they themselves charged forward as well. Just as they were about to connect Link leapt into the air and flew over them. As he did so he stabbed one of the Wolfos and threw his shield down sideways hard splitting another Wolfos' skull open and becoming embedded in its brain.

As soon as Link landed on his feet he whirled around, now grabbing the Biggoron Sword with both hands, and charged forward before the last two Wolfos could turn around. He slashed off the hind legs of one of the Wolfos, its yelp of pain earsplitting. Link quickly finished it off and turned to attack the last Wolfos, but by this time it had leapt at one of the stone pillars and pushed off of it in Link's direction. Link quickly brought his sword up horizontally to block the Wolfos' sharp teeth from finding their mark.

The impact of the hit sent the two to the ground. Link was once again on his back, the Wolfos standing over him with its jaw securely locked around his blade. Small trickles of blood dripped down its mouth and onto the sword, but the beast didn't seem to mind in the least. Link's arms were beginning to shake as he fought against the beast's raw power. In a last ditch effort, Link brought his knee up hard into the animal's underside. The Wolfos released its grip on the sword and Link used this small window of opportunity to behead it.

Breathing out deeply, Link stood up and took a look around to make sure there were no more. What had once been a dry, desolate area was now filled with Wolfos bodies and limbs. The ground seemed to soak up the blood thirstily. Link wiped the blood off of his sword and sheathed it. He then began wiping the blood off his face and his clothes as best he could as he walked over toward the Mirror Shield. The blood had just run off its polished surface, so there was no need to clean it.

Hoping that those Wolfos were the last defense protecting the Queen Fairy, Link made his way to the cave opening, and without a second's hesitation he stepped inside.