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Chapter List
- 1-The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny
- 2-I
- 3-II
- 4-III
- 5-IV
- 6-V
- 7-VI
- 8-VII
- 9-VIII
- 10-IX
- 11-X
- 12-XI
- 13-XII
- 14-XIII
- 15-XIV
- 16-XV
- 17-XVI
- 18-XVII
- 19-XVIII
- 20-Showdown
- 21-Breakdown
- 18
- 19
- 20
XVIII

                Tatl woke up in the middle of the night. She sat up straight, staring at the ground beside her: Link had disappeared. She became worried and started to look around. Where might he be? With some difficulty (her belly was starting to be quite heavy, after all), she got up. Nearby, Erk spotted her movements and looked up at her.
                Against his shoulder, Nami was sleeping. The Sheikahs were nowhere to be seen. Carefully, the mage moved so he wouldn’t wake the fairy.
-          “He went into the field.” Whispered Erk.
Tatl nodded and smiled softly to him before making her way to the village’s destroyed gates. There weren’t any monster anymore, so she felt safe to walk on her own while being so pregnant.
To reach the field, she had to go down a long set of stairs. It wasn’t hard to do this, but she felt particularly tired and heavy. Usually, Tatl lived her pregnancy with ease and she could carry the weight of her future baby well. But that night, it proved to be hard, to be demanding. And she found herself hoping to give birth soon. Even the pain of it seemed better than being this heavy, right now. Anyhow, she finally exited the village and didn’t look long before spotting her Hero.
Link was kneeling by the water source running close to the Kakariko. He was shirtless, cleaning his tunic and himself. Apparently, he hadn’t heard her, because he didn’t turn around. Slowly, Tatl made her way to him.
He realized that something was behind him before he knew it was Tatl. But he did not jump in surprise. He did not feel danger. Softly, Link sighed before turning around to look up at her.
Tatl was smiling to him, hands on her belly. She looked tired, yet so beautiful… This woman was gorgeous and noble. She was a princess and, even if he knew that she would live without any fortune to be by his side, he felt more than ever that he wasn’t the right man for her.
Link examined her features. He examined her shiny pink eyes, wavy turquoise hair and pale, pale skin. He stared at her small nose, at her full lips, at her heavy breasts and her big belly. He considered every curves of her. Considered everything his eyes could fall upon and came to the same conclusion.
The conclusion that was ripping his soul apart. The conclusion that… That he…
-          “Are you still in pain?” Tatl asked.
-          “What?” He had been lost in thoughts.
-          “Does it still hurt you? Ganondorf’s attack?”
-          “No.” He smiled, softly. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”
Slowly, she sat down beside him, leaned forward and kissed him. Link did not reply to the touch, yet he smiled to her. With care, she placed his wet hair.
-          “Tomorrow’s the big day…” Tatl whispered.
-          “…Yes.”
-          “How do you feel?”
That was a tricky question. What could he answer? That he was more confused than ever, felt like drowning himself or plainly crying his brain out on her shoulder? That he was going to have to duel the man he had considered a father and one of them would have to come out alive, the other dead? How are you supposed to feel when the weight of the world is resting upon your sore, tired and frankly too immature shoulders?
-          “Great.” He answered.
-          “I have a hard time believing this.” She was still smiling. It hurt him.
-          “You’re right. I’m lying.”
-          “When are you not?”
A slap wouldn’t have hit harder. Link stared at her with wide eyes. She was right. She was so damn right… When was he telling the truth? When was he not lying to everyone, to himself? All he did was running around under someone else’s orders and forcing himself to believe he liked that idea.
He didn’t.
And when he wasn’t fighting a monster, a small portion of himself hoping he’d die in the next battle. He was doing what, anyway? Flirting with everyone around? Having auto-destructive sex? Making sure he was at the right place at the right moment to be killed? Sure, way to go.
Asshole.
Not even true to you.
Not just deceiving the others. Deceiving yourself in the first place.
Link turned his head around, stared at the dark water on which no moon would reflect.
-          “I don’t know…”
Tatl sighed softly as she sat on her knees behind him and pulled him so his back would be against her belly. She rested both her hands on his shoulders, stared up at the moonless sky. Clouds were gathering. It would be raining the next day. It would be raining for the final fight.
-          “When this will be all over, Link, what will you do? Tell me.”
He didn’t answer. Not right away. He knew what she wanted to hear and he knew what he wanted to do, what he needed to do. Somehow, he also understood that Tatl knew and that, maybe, she had always understood him more than he thought she did.
-          “Let’s… Start by seeing if I get out of this hell alive.” He whispered.
-          “You will survive. You know it.”
And she was right. He knew that, even though he’d get out of the fight in pieces with a broken mind and disfigured, he’d survive, even if it would be a miracle. He had no choice. No choice to live with the pain in his chest.
-          “Maybe.”
They became quiet as she stared at the sky, and he at the water.
***
                When they left for Castle Town, the sun was starting to rise. No one had slept long that night. The wind was chilly and the rain heavy and cold. Behind them, Kakariko was destroyed. Again. And ready to be rebuilt. Soon, the villagers would come back and start building their houses again. They were used to this, Kakariko always ended up destroyed when something wasn’t going right into the kingdom. Each time, people would die, burn, and lose what was important to them. And each time, they would come back. It was life.
                The field, in that pale morning light appeared dryer than ever. The plants were dead, the trees had no leaves. Remains of caravans were scattered all around the roads, rotten corpses were eaten by crows. There were holes in the muddy roads, broken buildings all around, rusty ruins of a previous battle, of a previous attack.
                From far away, the once white walls of Castle Town were grey, dirty, disgusting. The water running in the waterways was dirty. There was no sound from animals. There was nothing but the despair of the rain falling down upon them.
                And people would come back to live there. People would rebuild everything and clean up all the mess. People stayed into Hyrule and there was no reason to explain this. No reason to explain this hope and love for a kingdom so destroyed, so ugly, so full of History and past glory. The land of the Gods and the land of the Devils.
                Hair sticking to his face from the rain, Sheik looked around, still puzzled by the spirit’s enigma. He had tried approaching the idea of looking through the Lens of Truth. But it was useless. He had done everything in his power and hadn’t found an answer.
                So as they walked towards Castle Town, he looked around. He examined how ugly Hyrule had become and he remembered, in parallel, how it had once been beautiful. True, he had seen mostly the downwards of Castle Town’s slums. But in a society, it was normal that poor people existed. And it was normal that life would be easier for others.
                But this fragile balance of joy and pain had been broken and now, the complete land was in despair. Everything and everyone. All that remained was death and agony, sacrifice and horror. And the balance of life was gone.
                Yet, he knew that people would come back. He knew that people would rebuild Kakariko, even if Ganondorf would take over the kingdom for good. It would be an age of anger and desperation, an age of fear and terror, of death and loss.
                But people would come back and live through it. They would have children and raise them. They would fall in love, they would have families and sometimes laugh. It would be hell.
                But they’d be here, living through it.
                And a shiver went through Sheik’s spine as he understood.
                The answer was in his eye. And the answer was right there.
                Was it worth saving Hyrule and risking their lives?
                Yes. It was worth it.
                It wouldn’t be worth it if it was to keep the kingdom alive for the Goddesses’ sake or if this was the only condition to bring the population back. Hyrule was ruined, after all.
                No, it was worth it because people would come back anyway. Because life would go on even if the worst was to happen, because life would go on anyway. Life always went on.
                And Sheik understood something else: it wasn’t about saving Hyrule’s future that the Hero of Time had to rise. It was for saving the present of those who lived within its borders. It wasn’t about saving a monarchy, about saving a few people, no, because life was going to continue.
                It was about trying to offer to the population a chance to live well. To be able for them to live a good life and not just survive.
                It wasn’t about saving Hyrule.
                It was about assuring every little peasant some quality of life.
                Because time would go on. Because it would never stop. Because all there was to do, was to assure that this never-ending time would be of good quality to the few who would, in the end, have to live through it.
                Sheik smiled.
                He had found the answer.
***
                Castle Town was ugly. The bridge to enter it was broken, so they had to wet themselves up to the waist to enter the town. When Link set foot in the once glorious city, he stopped walking to look around, brows furrowed and anger flashing in his eyes. This was his hometown, after all.
                No house was left untouched. Everything was falling apart, or had already broken down. There were bones on the ground, corpses pretty much everywhere, and the worst smell of rotten flesh ever smelled by a human being raised to the crew’s nostrils. It was disgusting, yes, but it was revolting more.
                Everything was dirty. Everything was destroyed. Everyone was dead. There weren’t even crows to eat the bodies. Ahead, silhouettes were moving and no one was surprised when Nami identified them as undeads. Slowly, weapons ready, the crew walked into the town. They agreed to kill all the zombies for good before heading anywhere else. These poor once-villagers had the right to die.
                They dispatched, silently, to kill every sad monster they found. Walking around the dead city was a drama for the ones who had known it in its glory. It was a drama for Link and Sheik, and yet somewhat satisfying. Everyone was at the same level, now: dead. It took the team some time to go around and kill off the zombies, but they lacked the motivation to be quicker.
                With hearts as heavy as the Earth, they finally gathered at the town’s square. Link was the first to arrive, and when the other joined him, they found their Hero turning his back to them and staring ahead at the black castle that had taken the place of Zelda’s old white home. Behind him, Tatl stared at his back. She did not find the strength to smile.
-          “Are you ready?” Asked Erk, finally daring to break the heavy silence. Yet, he received no answer right away.
-          “Is it possible to be ready?” Link finally asked back, his voice announcing he was lost in thoughts.
-          “You’ve got a point, I suppose.” Replied the mage, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at his feet.
-          “We should get going.” Finally announced Link, a few instants later, after tearing his eyes away from the fortress in which he hoped he was about to die.
***
                They crossed the rainbow bridge with a smirk on their faces. It was refreshing, in all this Hell, to see the sages appear out of the blue to form the gayest bridge that was ever made.
“That bridge was gay.” Said Olwen, smirking.
“Gayer than you, dearest.” Answered Sheik as he walked by the taller Sheikah.
                The whole group laughed together.
                And little did they know that it was the last time they would…
                Looking around, their laughter died slowly as they realized that they were standing in Ganondorf’s Castle (hovering above lava). The architecture was gothic, and it seemed to fit the lord who lived somewhere in there.
                Soon, the heavy atmosphere of what was to come became overwhelming and even the smiles faded from their lips. They hadn’t moved yet.
                Link was staring, with intensity, ahead of him. There was a stairway leading downwards into a dark corridor. He couldn’t see the end of it as the darkness seemed to swallow everything. Sheik came to stand beside him. He rested a soft hand on his brother’s shoulder and squeezed lightly. The dark blond sighed.
“It’s… Time.” Whispered Link.
                With a common nod, they started to go down the stairs.
***
                Downstairs, it was dark. That, they knew before going down, in fact. However, some lit torches casted a somewhat humid light on the even more humid walls around them. At this level of the castle, they could feel the heat of the lava pool beneath. Before them was a door that had been reinforced with a thick layer of blood-red leather. And it simply felt like a bad idea to push it open.
                In silence, they considered the door, its knob, and what would happen if it were to be opened. But reality was that it had to be opened. And it would be. Link raised his left hand to reach the knob, heart beating madly. He saw his triforce of courage upon his glove. Thought that he hated it with all his might, then pushed the door open.
                The group entered the room, looked around, ready to fight against Satan himself. But it was empty. Simply empty. To their left, there was a door locked with bars; to their right, an unlocked door.
                Link sighed heavily. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. He relaxed his stance, and moved his right foot. It was such a small and automatic movement that he hadn’t realized he moved. He hadn’t realized that the ceramic under his boot sank down into the floor. It was nothing, a very light movement.
                Erk coughed at the very moment something in the room made a “click” noise, covering the sound. He apologized and Nami smiled to him.
                Sheik looked up around him. He happened to hate ceilings in dungeons because they often were the houses of many uninteresting monsters. With his darkness-piercing stare, he saw something shine up there. Something like a blade.
                And it was a blade that was as large as the room.
                And that blade was falling.
                Right above Link’s head.
“LINK!”
                The dirty blond turned around, eyes wide, colors drained from his face as the scream that had escaped Sheik’s throat was one of pure fear and distress.
                His eyes had no time to focus on anything. Something hit him hard across the chest, sending him flying a few feet back, onto the ground. And what had hit him fell on top of him. It was Sheik.
                Link sat up, Sheik sat beside him.
“Are you injured?” Asked the Sheikah, right away.
                Link shook his head, slowly. He was staring above Sheik’s shoulder with wide, terrified eyes. The Sheikah followed his gaze: he had just seen the “blade”. A gate with a sharp ending had planted itself neatly into the ground, separating the room in two sides: Link and Sheik were on the side of the door locked with bars. The others were with the unlocked door.
“This was planned…” Whispered Link.
                Sheik sighed, looking at the metallic wall that was separating the two men from the rest of their friends.
“Seems like it.”
“So… We’re stuck alone, you and I?”
“No…” It was Nami’s voice. She was in her fairy shape, sitting on Link’s boot. “I had just enough time to change into my fairy form and get to you.”
***
                Tatl stared at the blade-wall with wide eyes, a hand over her chest, over her heart. If Sheik wouldn’t have seen it coming, Link would be dead. Cut in two. She shivered as she looked away, finally. Now, she was alone with Olwen, Erk and Styx. But the younger Sheikah didn’t count as a reliable comrade, so it was the same as saying that she was alone with the two men.
                She looked around. Behind them was the door from which they came. It was still opened. They could go back, but it would mean to leave Sheik, Link and Nami alone… To whatever might have been on the other side.
                Beside them, was the closed, but unlocked door. Judging by the situation, Tatl guessed that they would have to go in there, do something that would make them risk their lives, and find what would free the three others from their position.
                Olwen and Erk seemed to reach the same conclusions as they both looked at that door as well. Tatl swallowed her saliva as she caressed her belly. She did not feel safe…
“We have… No choice…” Whispered Erk.
“Indeed.” Olwen nodded and neared the door. He put his hand on the knob and looked at Tatl with a grave expression. “Stay close to me, whatever might happens on the other side.”
                The Twilight Princess nodded softly. She felt powerless and, suddenly, tired. Deadly tired.
                Olwen opened the door. He quickly looked inside before nodding to the others that it was okay, that they could come.
                It was an immense fighting hall with large windows that showed how devastated Hyrule was. Grey and black: these were the colours of the entire kingdom that had been so… Colourful and splendid a year before…
                War was a horrible thing.
                Tatl looked out the window to her left. Was that the kingdom in which she was about to raise a child? No fields to cultivate wheat or vegetables. No animals to breed and eat. No singing birds. No life.
                Would it be different when Link would… save this wasteland of ashes and death?
                He could kill Ganondorf. He could not revive the land.
                There was a noise at the back of the room. Tatl, Olwen and Erk looked in the direction of its origin. Behind, Styx whimpered.
                Metallic noises started to echo between the walls. As if something heavy and armored was walking towards them. Instantly, Erk and Olwen grouped before Tatl to protect her.
                Unconsciously, she brought her hand to her collar and grabbed the necklace Link had given her. She held it tightly, praying silently that he would come and save her… Save her baby…
                As every room in Ganondorf’s castle, this one was kept in a state of foggy darkness that made the end of it disappear in somewhat of a thick, black curtain of evil smoke. But into that foggy atmosphere, the metallic noises kept ringing. And… judging by the rhythm of whatever was coming… they were more than one…
                Tatl closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The fear was paralysing her ankles. Her heart was beating too quickly. It was the end. She knew it.
                The steps were getting closer. They were a herd.
                Styx ran away, closing the door behind him.
                Olwen growled lightly and Tatl understood that he had seen the enemy.
                Tatl cracked an eye open. She gasped.
                There were seven, very tall, heavily armored dark knights walking towards them. They held swords and shields that must have each been heavier than Tatl. They could slice anything in two as if it was butter, she was sure of it. In the darkness of their helmets, their eyes shone red like blood.
                Feeling about to hyperventilate, she stepped back until the wall blocked her slow escape.
                The knights readied their weapons. So did Olwen as Erk’s hands were suddenly holding fireballs. The monsters started running. The room started to shake.
                Erk threw his first fireball. It died against a black armor, causing no damages at all. Even from behind, Tatl could see the little color the mage’s skin held disappear…
                Olwen held back as he tried to find a logical solution for the mage or himself to get into one of these creatures’ defenses. Somewhere… there should have been a place that the armor didn’t cover up…
“Can you use a summon to hold them down?” Asked the Sheikah to Erk.
                The mage shook his head, slowly.
“Gaïa does that… He uses the Earth as his power and… no one corresponding to this element is here, right now. Only Sylph is available and I doubt even a tornado would hurt them.”
                Olwen growled lightly as an answer.
“U-usually… There is a gap in a heavy armor, right where the neck and the shoulder connect.” Said Tatl, behind them. “Isca… Used to say that this was a knight’s greatest weakness.”
                Olwen nodded. Then he started running towards the darkness and the knights.
                The darkness seemed to follow the armored demons, and Olwen had taken notice of this. So, as soon as he was engulfed into the black smoke, he… disappeared. As they had witnessed into the Well, in Kakariko, Olwen looked just as foggy as the cloud around him. The only thing that really betrayed his movements was his red, piercing eyes.
                He moved quickly, circled a dark knight who tried to attack him. But the monster was slow, and Olwen very fast. The Sheikah went behind the monster. It shrieked in unhappiness, but that noise grew into an agonizing and surprise scream as the butler found the gap into the monster’s armor. He planted his dagger right into the vertebrae at the base of its neck.
                Black blood exploded on Olwen as he backed away, quickly.
                One was down for sure, only six remained.
                Four of them turned towards the Sheikah. He stared at them as cold sweat started to invade his suit. He could take care of one at a time… Not four. He might have been quick, but he had no armor and it was obvious that one single blow could kill him.
                Tatl screamed.
                Olwen tried to move to see what was happening. He couldn’t. He was surrounded by the knights. And they laughed darkly as they closed in.
***

                Erk was unconscious. He was lying on the ground, a few feet away from Tatl. Blood trailed down his face and his mouth. He had tried to protect the Twili. He had taken a shield blow that had sent him flying against the wall. Tatl still heard the echo of the noise his head made when it connected with it.
                She casted her eyes away from the mage, holding a sob. She had to do something!
                Where was Olwen?
                She saw that four knights seemed to have gathered in a corner. She guessed it must have been around the butler. There were metallic clashing noises echoing between the walls, so she guessed that he wasn’t down. Not yet.
                She moved quickly before Erk, not looking at him, as she hoped that he was still alive, to raise a protective shield of energy around them.
                Tatl had no idea how long she could hold it against the way too strong enemies, but she sure hoped that they’d just get tired and… jump off the window?
                The twilight barrier surrounded her and Erk a second later. Just in time to block the first dark knight’s sword. The magic shield shook and Tatl knew that she wouldn’t hold them for more than a few minutes, before collapsing from exhaustion.
                She wondered if she would have enough time to take a dagger and kill herself and the child before these monsters slice through her.
                She wondered if, the last time that she had seen Link, was really right before the blade-wall separated them. Would he be okay? Would he get through all of this and save what remained of Hyrule?
                Was she going to die? Really?
              Blow after blow, the armored bastards keep bringing their swords down on the barrier, making it weaker each time. They chuckled darkly.
                Tatl closed her eyes.
                Was Olwen dead, yet?
                That child she carried… Would it be a boy or a girl? What would it look like? Would it look more like her or like Link…? Hylian or Twili? Both, maybe? She hoped she could see it… Raise it… with Link.
                The barrier shook violently. She opened her eyes, looked at the state of the shield… It was about to break. She was about to die. Quickly, she looked down at Erk, behind her. She couldn’t even tell if he was breathing…
                What they needed was a swordsman to fight these guys. But Link wasn’t there. No one was there. No one but Death itself which was impersonated by that black fog in which Olwen was lost.
                The barrier cracked. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She hoped her death wouldn’t be too painful. She hoped the child would die quickly as well.
                Maybe it was better for it to never know the world and how cruel it was, after all…
                The barrier broke. The monsters laughed evilly. Tatl glared at them as she uselessly protected her abdomen with her arms.
                A black knight raised its sword.
                She growled, waiting for the end to come, intending to resist the pain and the agony as long as it would be possible.
                She waited for the blow that would end her life.
                But instead of pain, ripped skin and broken bones, there was a heavy sound of metals clashing together.
                The dark knight stood in place. He dropped his blade. A large sword was planted into its helmet, into its cranium, from behind. Dark blood quickly stained the monster’s armor as it fell to its knees, then down on the ground. The sword that had killed it was removed swiftly.
                And all that time, Tatl had been speechless because she had seen who had just killed that armored monster with a single blow.
                And now, Isca was taking care of the second beast.
                Without his armor, hair undone and with a rather thick beard, the knight was back. It was a matter of seconds before the monster fell to the ground, joining its comrade in death. Tatl stared up at Isca. He looked back at her. His dark blue eyes trailed down to her stomach. He did not react as he visibly realized that she was –heavily- pregnant.
“Take care of him.” Said Isca as he pointed to Erk, who was laying still. “I’ll help Olwen…”
***

                The Sheikah was now fighting against three enemies. He had succeeded to kill another one, and it had been a question of luck over a question of ability. However, the butler was getting tired. He was bloody, for he hadn’t escaped every blow completely.
                But he kept fighting because he hadn’t failed yet: Tatl was still alive, he had heard her voice.
                A Sheikah’s pride is to carry his mission until the end. His had been given the mission to take care of the Twilight Princess ever since she was born. He was a child at that time, but he had obeyed. And he would pursue to protect her until his death, for it was the only honorable way to fail a mission for one of his kind.
                His back hit the wall. He had almost no room to move anymore. Yet, he wasn’t about to be brought down so easily. These monsters would tire up, at some point…
                Olwen dodged a sneaky sword that was trying to reach his right side.
                He growled, realized that there was enough space into the aeration holes of their helmet for a needle. Smirking, he decided to try and see what it could do.
                With a quick, almost unseen move of his wrist, a needle left his hand to plant itself very neatly into the monster’s eye.
                The dark knight shrieked in pain, letting go of its sword to hold its face armored face. Olwen saw the weapon falling and he caught it. It was heavy, he wasn’t used with such blade, but now wasn’t the moment to be picky.
                Holding it with both his hands, he used all his strength to plant the weapon into the injured monster’s neck. The blow was powerful and the knight fell back, onto his back, choking. With a groan, Olwen raised the sword again and brought it down with enough power to decapitate the black knight.
                The adrenaline still rushed through his mind and veins as he heard the clashing noise of metal to his left. He turned his head to witness as Isca took down another monster with skills.
                As the last armored enemy was rushing towards them, the two men locked eyes. Hate was exchanged in their gaze before they turned around and, together, took the last monster down. Quickly.
                They stood beside each other for a moment, breathing heavily, both bloody. Behind, Tatl laughed and cried at the same time as Erk finally opened his eyes… for a short moment.
                The black fog disappeared and the room was, suddenly, lightened as if the sun itself shone within it.
                Beside Olwen, a rather large, red jewel shone. It was what he dared to call a switch. Exhausted, he pressed it. Nothing happened in that room, so he walked towards Tatl and Erk, not even looking at Isca.
                Behind, the knight followed, looking everywhere but at the trio.
                He stopped walking far enough of the small group. He cleaned his sword before sheathing it.
                Tatl looked up at him.
“Why did you come back? If it was to achieve what you had started, Link is not here. As you can see.” She was glaring darkly at him, but the anger died quickly. He had saved her life. Their lives. “But I have to thank you for helping us. So thank you.”
                Isca looked at her. The anger she had once seen in his eyes –or the innocence- was gone.
“I came because… Some Sheikah child told me you were in a bad situation… I met him in the market place… That’s why I came.” He casted his midnight eyes away. “Now… I believe you don’t need me anymore… I’ll be going.”
                Isca headed towards the door, intending to leave. Behind, Tatl sighed softly.
“Stay, Isca. We might need you later…”
***
                Link was sitting on the ground, back against the wall. Sheik was standing in front of him, his own back against the blade-wall. Nami sat on his shoulder. They had been stuck in there for some time already.
“So… If they get killed or simply fail to open a path for us… We die here.” Stated Link as he traced the golden triangles over his left hand with his fingers.
“That seems like it.” Replied Sheik.
                They were quiet for a few minutes.
“Hyrule’s a… Wasteland.” Said Link, breaking the silence. “Is it really worth saving? I mean… There’s nothing but ashes and death everywhere. The only town that still held living people in it was burnt down not a week ago and we’re still fighting for it. Fighting for… Burnt houses, destroyed families and death. Sacrificing us for that…”
                Sheik sighed as he looked down at the Hero of Time.
“Link… I’ve been wondering about this too. Was this quest worth it? Worth all the pain, the fear and the tiredness. Worth how stressful it was and how life-risking it was. And as we walked through the field, I understand something: even if we fail, people are going to come back. They’re going to rebuild Hyrule. But they’re going to build their houses in Hell.”
                Link looked up at him.
“Your child is going to live in Hell. Is that what you want?” Pointed the Sheikah.
                The dark blond seemed shocked by this ‘revelation’.
“No…” Whispered Link.
“Saving Hyrule isn’t about saving the land. It’s about assuring all these people who are going to live here anyway they’ll have a future, and a safe one.” Concluded Sheik.
                The door behind them unbarred itself, which made the Hylian jump in surprise. He got up, looked at his brother, then at the door.
                Sheik was right… He had to try. There was something to fight for.
                So he placed his equipment, made sure he was ready for what was behind that door, swallowed his saliva and nodded.
“Let’s save Hyrule.”
                Link opened the door.
                So… This is it.
                The ultimate showdown…
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