Midna sang, her voice echoing across the darkened Hyrule Field. At first, her lone voice had no effect. Then, it seemed to split into hundreds of individual voices, merging together in a single melody. She sang in the language of the Twili, an ethereal mix of music and sighs. A sudden burst of inspiration struck her, and she infused the words and notes with power from her helm. The effect was startling.
She became a conduit for an outpouring of raw emotion, her voice that of a choir of gods. The notes, dissonant individually, melted into a haunting river of sound that swept away Link's pain. The melody wandered from chord to chord, hundreds of voices somehow emanating from a single throat, each with its own melody. Link turned in wonder, as thunder crashed overhead. Far from adding a sinister effect, the sudden sound only seemed to add more power to the emotion contained within Midna's voice.
Midna's eyes were closed, her arms outstretched as she quaked with the immense power of the song she was weaving. Link watched, rapt, the words resonating on his very soul. The song spoke of loss, pain and grief, yet as it reminded Link of these feelings, it swept them away in the current of the words. The pain was still there, but in a different manner, as if from a month-old wound rather than a minute-old one. As the music continued to grow in strength, Midna attempted to stop channeling power into the words, but the music had her in its grasp, refusing to relinquish its hold.
As the melody reached a climax, the clouds overhead began to pour down a curtain of rain. Again, Midna's voice only wove it into the music, building on the sound and making it her own. Midna's voice rose in intensity, then fell back into a soft murmur. As the power faded from her words, her voice became one again, still melding with the rain and thunder.
Midna fell silent, shocked at the sheer outpouring of elemental power her voice had unleashed. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. Usually, when she sang, the only voice she heard was her own. But here, it was different. Once she began channeling power into the words, the music took a mind of its own, adding more voices where it desired.
"I know you would want me to go on," Link's voice shocked her. It sounded plain and flat after the symphony hers had somehow created. She turned, expecting the words to be directed at her, but they weren't. Link's gaze was focused somewhere on the other side of the horizon. "Although it pains me to be apart from you, I'll continue."
Link bowed his head. "I will go on."