A month had passed since the rescue of Zelda and the defeat of Demon King Demise.
"Ahh..."
Link lay back on the bed, trying to shift into a more comfortable position. The sheets were new, and the pillow behind his head was soft, but such things were cold comfort.
He his torso was bare, exposing the used bandages that had been wrapped around him. The wound was raw, pulsing, and allowed odd, minuscule wisps of purple mist rise from it.
Here he was, the Hero of Skies, the one who had sailed on his Loftwing past Skyloft and found himself on solid ground. The one who had faced constant obstacles and danger to save Zelda, the one who had stood against Demise and delivered a fatal blow.
Yet, Link had suffered a blow of his own from Demise's sword. He had not thought much of it at the time, the drive to win against Demise and save the world overriding his own pain. Zelda had bandaged the wound after he had emerged victorious.
But a happy ending was not in the cards for him.
At first, Link put up with the minor headaches. Then, over the course of the month, he had endured the pain wracking his legs, then his arms. He had been bedridden, but he never failed to give Zelda a smile as she came to him with pumpkin soup He tried to hide the fact that the wound was getting worse, but to no avail.
He resigned himself to the fact that, contrary to his first expectations, that he would not pull through. Still laying on the bed, he smiled.
Zelda was smiling too, but fighting very hard to fight back tears. She looked down at Link from the chair she had pulled up beside the bed. Link's face was turned towards her, but she was not sure he was looking at her, exactly. His eyes were dull, the pupils dilated.
"Ahh..."
Link slowly lifted a hand. He could only hope that he was pointing at the window next to his bed.
"If...if it's not too much trouble...can you tell me what things are like out there?"
Zelda opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again. She felt like she could not breathe, but she steeled herself.
"The...the skies are clear. Blue, like your eyes. It was just raining last night, so...I guess the grass looks shiny. The tree we planted, well, it's just a sapling, but I'd say it looks strong. Strong...I don't know a better word. The sprout will be probably grow into a big apple tree soon enough. We could pluck them, eat them as is, or maybe make a pie. Yeah...we could have a pie for your birthday, or one of your birthdays. I mean, once the tree's had enough time..."
Zelda did not realize until after she had finished speaking that Link had already passed.
A random drabble that came to my head. I don't know why it did.:(