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Two immortal beings looked down upon the massacre before them. One a tall, golden-haired woman that wept silently. And the other, a young man whose expression was stern.

"There is so much bloodshed."

"Yes, M'lady." Red eyes watched women and children run only to be brought down by steel. "But it is their own doing. We would only make it worse by intervening."

"But my people-"

"Have brought this misery down on themselves. It is of no fault to you."

"I should be protecting them."

"And put yourself in danger? Don't be ridiculous. I shan't allow it."

Her eyes were hard as she looked at him. "They need me, Sheik."

He bristled as she spoke his name. "Then I will not come to your rescue."

Slender fingers ran along the still body of the Goddess Hylia, but the owner shed no tears. "Why must you be so foolish, M'lady. These things that you have created were the death of you."

Magic wrapped around the soul that was struggling to free itself from the body and tugged. "But I will protect you forever. Even if it means my own demise." The man held the immortal soul close as he breathed life into the dirt around the body.

A man and a woman with eyes red as the immortal's own rose from the ground. He wrapped their souls around the goddess's own and spoke. "For the rest of eternity, you will guard Hylia's bloodline and protect her people. This is my will."

Recognition flashed and the newly made beings pressed their hands over their hearts. "It is our will."

Satisfied, the immortal pressed white-hot magic into their veins. "You shall be known as Sheikah so that you never forget the promise you made to me."

"You are not how you were, but I serve you without end." He had taken her tiny hand in his and kissed it.

The young princess was startled and pull away only to go to one of his own. "Impa, he... I don't like him."

"Be still, Zelda." It was his song that rang through the cavern and eased the princess. Funny how time changes all things and the song he used to sing to his goddess was but a mere lullaby without words.

Once the princess was asleep, his creation spoke.

Impa had called upon him to protect Hylia's soul and he had come, only to find that she wanted to seal it inside of him to hide the Triforce from Demise's reincarnate, Ganondorf. Sheik had laughed at the idea of that man being the incarnation of hatred for he barely held a sliver of the power the demon king had possessed. The hero would kill him quickly.

Yet, it intrigued him as to how his people had lost knowledge of him, their creator, and the one they are bound to protect, Hylia.

The first hero had died next to Hylia, but he did not care for him. Nor the one that Impa, a Sheikah woman of exceptional power, had helped along in order to keep Hylia's soul from Demise. The Minish were not his to protect, so he cared not for that hero. And he didn't bother with the mess that was the four sword. But this hero... Shaking legs almost folding under him like a newborn calf as he exited the Sacred Realm... He was a hero that shined in the ancient man's eyes. His innocence matched that of Sheik's goddess. And for once, he wanted to help keep evil at bay for the sake of someone that was not Hylia. He wanted the world to be bright for the hero that shown like the sun.

'You will find your reason for living. I know. And when you do, you will die for it.' He had brushed off Hylia's words millennium ago, but now they were coming back as he slowly taught the hero how to survive in the darkness that was Ganondorf's rule.

They practiced swordplay and archery before Sheik set him into the first temple. Watchful eyes broke down the hero's style as he ventured through the Forest Temple and once more they sparred, the immortal correcting the hero almost obsessively.

Sheik made sure to warn the hero of the dangers of the Fire Temple. How to preserve water and find it even in the driest of places. Conditioned him to make great leaps and climb for long distances.

The hero went into the Water Temple prepared to come out every night to dry and eat. On the third day, he did not. The hero told him it was because of his own stubbornness and will to prove his guide wrong. It cost the hero his traveling companion, the little fairy called Navi. But Sheik believed it was his mistake for not telling him of the room he had helped make many years ago to test the heroes to come. He vowed to destroy the room when he was done with his current task.

He had not worried the Shadow Temple would be difficult because he had instilled his sight in the hero before he entered and the majority of his temple was trying on the mind, not the body.

They traveled to the desert together, the guide now the companion, and the hero got his first taste of just how powerful Sheik was when the immortal knocked fifty Gerudo to their backs in a matter of seconds for touching his hero.

The witches of the temple bowed before him as he entered, an exhausted hero in his arms. They knew that their people were born of his own long, long ago and he would always have reign over them. He told them that they would die to the hero soon, but to give him a challenge to test his growing strength. They did not disappoint and even a week later the hero was bedridden in the Gerudo's home.

Now, here he was in the rebuilt temple of his goddess. Sheik cared not for how long it had been since the beginning of the journey. It was nearing an end and he wondered how it would play out. Hylia's soul was growing restless inside of him and he knew she wanted to get back to her mortal form that was in his arms, but he was tempted to keep her forever. Safe in him. That's what he was made for. To protect his goddess.

But...

The hero entered the temple.

His voice had lost some of its childishness, but he still loved to hear it say his name. "Sheik?"

"Let me tell you a story, Hero." He turned, eyes meeting the hero's. "Long ago, a war raged across the land you know as Hyrule. Demons were spilling from within the earth and seeking out the sacred triangle for selfish gain. Leading them was a king so fierce he fell whole armies with a wave of his hand. The races of the surface named the demon Demise for his mass destruction and feared he would tear the world apart.'

'To be truthful, he would have if not for the sacrifice of my goddess, Hylia. She soothed his savage heart with her gentle voice and sealed him away." Crimson flashed as memories resurfaced for a split second. "But it did not come without a price. She had lain her hands upon the Triforce, something the gods could never touch, and it stole her life as it granted her wish. Sadly, the sacred triangle had not the power to completely keep the demon king contained and Hylia was forced to take on a mortal form as it sapped her immortality.'

'I was there. Watching all of it happen and all I cared for was to keep my goddess safe. I would have forced her to return to the heavens if I was able. Leave the land to be destroyed and escape to our haven. I wished for nothing more." Eyes like freshly spilt blood stared across the small distance and into swirling blue. "How does it feel knowing I would have let the whole world die in order to protect that which was important to me?"

"I..." The hero bit his lip, a habit Sheik wouldn't admit made his heart squeeze. "Will you disappear? You know, after Zelda... No. After Hylia's soul is back in Zelda's body."

It surprised the ancient man that Hero completely ignored the story and focused in on his leaving. "Why does it matter to you?"

"I don't want to lose you even if it means getting her back." Link wiped at the tears that fell from his eyes and Sheik regarded him with confusion.

"You would choose letting Ganondorf continue killing if it meant I would stay by your side?"

"Is that selfish of me?"

"Yes." His eyes hardened for a moment. "But then... I suppose I was selfish too."

Softness grew in his gaze again as he realized he had made that mistake. "No wonder she was upset. I suppose I understand how she felt."

Link spoke softly, but his emotions were running wild. "Will you stay?"

Sheik watched him for a moment. The hero he had come to take pride in and wished to succeed. A boy that was now very much a man. And he wondered what it would be like to give away his immortality for a life with him. Sure, that isn't what Link was truly asking, but Sheik would not stay with him only to watch as he grew old and died. He would want to spend a normal mortal life with Link. No... He wanted to. Not would want. Wanted. Yes, wanted.

A warm feeling settled in Sheik's chest at this. "I'll wait for you, Link. You know where."

He released Hylia- No. Zelda's soul and watched the color return to her face. He smiled and then disappeared in a flash, leaving Link to catch the princess.

Water lapped the shore and the immortal watched the sky lighten to the north. Link had done it. In the distance, a blue orb swirled through the sky. The serenade, his serenade, rang through the air and then Link was stumbling to him.

"Sheik! I did it!" Sheik smiled and pulled Link closer, his magic already working to ease any pain he was feeling.

"Yes, you did. I'm proud." A wide smile stretched the hero's lips and the immortal was a little stunned that he was actually looking up at Link. Course, he had never hugged him or been this close to him, so he never knew he was shorter.

Why did that bother him so much? "You're taller than me."

Link grinned. "Are you pouting?"

"I-" A heat came to the immortal's face.

Link chuckled. "I never knew you were so cute, Sheik."

Shaking his head to clear the effects of having Link so close and his wonderful laugh right in his ear, Sheik spoke. "I've never felt such strong devotion to someone. Not even my goddess."

"I think the word you are looking for is love." That must be it. Love.

Laughing lightly, Sheik took Link's hands in his hold. Even if their were bigger than his by a lot... "Perhaps."

There is so much more I could do with this! So many places this story could go. It makes me almost want to pick it back up, but I won't. Not unless it is requested. I really must stop writing more and more on things unless interest is shown in them. Not only does it fill my docs to the brim, but it makes me not write on the things I should.

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