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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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For having spent the night in a healing spring, Link felt curiously fatigued as he slowly woke up. Everything ached as if from a high fever, although some of the aches were the pleasing sort that came from spending the night with a beautiful woman. There was an impossibly light, soft blanket covering him, and it melted away under his curious fingers as he sat up.
Midna’s fingers stroked through his hair, and she planted a feather-light kiss on his forehead. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said. He turned to face her, seeing her lounging by the pool and looking completely at home. She waved her hand, and the water rippled, images flickering across the surface. “Zelda and Ganondorf are marching the armies towards Death Mountain today, so they can have at least one good night of rest before cleaning out the Faron Woods and Ordon.”
“Are we supposed to help them?” Link asked, startling fully awake and reaching for his clothing. He started pulling it on, relaxing a little as Midna laughed.
“Don’t worry, there isn’t much resistance on the plains, and the Twilit are already in force helping the Gorons. I’ve been told that they’ve taken heavy casualties, but not as bad as it could be, and they’ll recover just fine once we finish kicking the Holodrum armies out of our lands. Zelda already told me to keep the Ordonians safe and hidden until the Hylian forces push South.”
“That’s probably for the best,” Link said, squirming to get his chainmail settled properly. “But I don’t like sitting around doing nothing.”
Midna stood up fluidly, trailing light and shadow in a dizzying swirl. “Lucky for you then that you won’t be. After we talk to the people staying here, I’ll take you directly to Death Mountain, to help mop up and meet up with Zelda. You’ll make your way back down with the armies.”
He paused as he buckled on his sword. “Does that mean you aren’t coming?”
She grinned, and shook her head. “I’ve got a lot to do here. There’s a forest that needs healing, people that need protecting, and a lot of information to gather. Ordona is wonderful and powerful, but doesn’t… think quite the same way we do.” He was aware of everything going on in Ordon, but in a vague, long-term sort of sense. Midna was able to take his broad wisdom and break it down into useful things, like where the Holodrum soldiers were camped and the best places to lay traps. Or at least that was the theory, but it was going to take a lot of work.
“You’re going to be okay here on your own?” Link asked, worried for her, feeling even more attached to her now than he had been yesterday.
Midna laughed, and kissed him, and he was dizzy enough from the kiss that he almost missed what she said next. “Link, I was hard to kill before. It’s going to take a lot more than a lucky shot to kill me now.” He could feel the strength of the magic pulsing under her skin, see it in the way she moved; perfectly aware of everything around her. “I’ll be fine. You concentrate on watching your own skin, hmm?”
Instead of slogging through the woods, Midna took them instantly to the cave Mayor Bo was stockpiling weapons in. Link barely had time to register his four paws before he was back to his Hylian self, a fact which surprised him immensely. After a moment, he supposed if the Ordon spring could purify his wolf form, Midna bearing Ordona’s power should certainly be able to. The Mayor himself was pleased to see them, and Link was intrigued to see the change in the man’s demeanor. Last time, he had accepted Midna because Link had vouched for her, but a substantial mistrust had remained. All trace of that was gone today, and he welcomed Midna with friendliness and almost reverence. Ordona’s glow must be visible to him as well, then, which made Link feel better about both leaving Midna here, and leaving his people here under her care.
“So, once you and Princess Zelda and Lord Ganondorf clear out Death Mountain, we’ll be ready here to provide support,” Bo said, fletching arrows as he spoke. “We’ll get these usurpers out of our home yet, Link.” A reassurance from Midna that she would return to tell Bo and the other Ordonians when anything changed, and she was shifting him back to wolf form.
The trip through the Twilight Realm was over as quickly as it ever was, and Link was abruptly standing on a ridge of Death Mountain, looking down the switchback trail to the fighting below. The shining armor of the Hylian Knights was easily visible in the morning sun, and Ganondorf’s massive black frame was leading the charge up the mountain.
He turned to Midna, surprised to see her breathing heavily. “Whew… Apparently, I’m not nearly so strong outside of Ordon,” she said, smiling wanly at him. She stroked her hand over his head, and Link stood up as his wolf form melted away. “Be safe, Link. I’ll see you again when you come home.” She was gone before he could say anything else, but then there wasn’t much else to say they hadn’t already said.
Turning to face down the mountain again, Link picked his way down the trail until he found himself at the kitchens he’d spent time in on his last visit. Although there was still a stew cooking on the back hearth, much of the area had been converted to a makeshift hospital. Renado was directing the frailer and injured Gorons and humans as nurses, and he looked up as soon as Link entered. A broad grin broke his solemn face, and he strode forwards, picking him up in a hug before setting him down. “It is excellent to see you again, Link. Does that mean the armies have broken through?”
“Not yet,” Link said, grinning back up at him. “Although Ganondorf’s already halfway up the mountain. I’m going to help push the enemy back down against them.”
“That is good news,” he said with a sigh of relief. “The Twilit were a great help, but we are tired from a long fight.”
“Not much longer now,” Link said, clapping him on the shoulder and heading out. He could do more good helping to finish the battle than nursing the injured. Finding a likely outcropping, he knelt down, pulling several arrows out of his quiver and lining them on the rock beside him. He took his time, picking targets; a Holodrum solder menacing an injured Goron dropped with Link’s arrow in his side. Another two trying to slip around behind a group of Twilit and human villagers tumbled helplessly off of the cliff after he shot them. He just sent another arrow down when some instinct had him dodge back before he even recognized what he saw, and the stone outcropping he’d been balanced on erupted in flame. Apparently one of the Holodrum mages had caught sight of him and tried to remove him as an obstacle.
That was fine with him.
Shouldering his shield instead, Link sprinted forward and dropped down to the next switchback trail, racing forwards. He shrugged off another fireball, feeling his shield warm slightly from the blow, and drew his sword, slicing neatly through the mage. There were no spells on this sword for strength or sharpness, just solid, reliable craftsmanship, and it did the job just as well as Link could hope, dropping the mage in a pile of blood-stained robes.
The soldier supposedly guarding the mage struck at him, but the glancing blow was easily turned by his chainmail, letting Link retaliate with a backwards slash. After that, everything became a blur of racing down the mountainside, clearing out soldiers, helping allies. At one point, a massive Twilit in monster form carried him into a phalanx of Holodrum soldiers pinning a group of Gorons in a pit, and that seemed to be the turning point. Abruptly, momentum was in their favor, the Holodrum army in either full retreat or actually throwing down their arms. Link shouted something about taking them under guard, and the Twilit grabbed up the two nearest surrendered soldiers and disappearing into Twilight. That would certainly keep them out of mischief, he thought. The vast majority of humans were effectively paralyzed, although unharmed in the Twilight Realm.
Able to climb out of the quarry pit without constant jabs from enemy soldiers, the Gorons were plenty eager to finish clearing their mountain. Almost before he knew what was happening, they’d formed up into an arrowhead of vengeful, fast-moving balls of Goron and took off down the trail. He followed them, almost a leisurely stroll down the well-packed trail. There was little left of the enemy forces by the time he got to them, especially as every Goron they passed was added to the formation. There were a lot of fallen humans in the dirt, although at least most of them were enemy soldiers.
The throng of bodies at the bottom really was a mess; injured soldiers on both sides, some Holodrum surrendering, others still trying to fight. The Twilit were invaluable here, scooping up those who had relinquished their weapons, leaving the rest for the Gorons and Knights to dispose of. It was disheartening work, and exhausting, and the feeling of relief when Link looked up from his last opponent and couldn’t find another one was immense.
He heard hoofbeats and felt a body slam into him from behind, and he shifted to return the embrace as Zelda clung to him. “I am so glad to see you,” she said, burying her face in his neck.
“Me too,” he said drawing a deep breath and wrapping his arms around her. She flinched alarmingly and he pulled back, looking down at her.
“It’s not deep, and I took red potion,” she said immediately, her arm dropping down to cover the long, shallow slice running across her ribs. Link knew he’d seen worse injuries… he’d had substantially worse injuries, but somehow seeing that much blood on Zelda seemed far more dangerous.
“Deep enough,” Ganondorf rumbled, and for once Link was in total agreement with him. Zelda protested, but didn’t try to climb down again once the Gerudo King deposited her back up on top of Svartur. “And you keep her from falling down,” he added, and suddenly Link was flying through the air to land with a bump behind Zelda. He wrapped his arms carefully around her, this time avoiding the slice, and grabbed onto Svartur’s saddle horn.
The stallion started forwards without any urging from him, and Zelda relaxed back against him. He hoped she was healing herself, or at least napping. She certainly seemed insensible to the rest of the world. “The timing on the Twilit pact couldn’t have been better,” Ganondorf commented, walking beside the horse on the way up the hill. Link could see a grazed knuckle and some dented armor, but otherwise he seemed perfectly fit. “By the time we got to the foot of the mountain, the Holodrum defensive lines were already in disarray.”
“Midna said she sent them off last night… She’s having trouble using magic outside of Ordon, why aren’t they?” Link asked, suddenly curious.
“I suspect she got a substantially more intense connection to Ordona than most of her people,” Ganondorf said. “A direct connection, where the others are filtered through her.”
“That makes sense… I guess,” Link said. The energy definitely went right into her, he reflected with a bit of a flush to his cheeks. He leaned forwards to kiss Zelda’s cheek softly to hide it, and since Ganondorf didn’t mention it again, he supposed it worked. Svartur’s smooth pace carried them quickly up to the top of the switchback trail, well in advance of the smaller Hylian foot soldiers. Zelda jerked awake as Svartur stopped, and she did seem stronger as she slid down his side, impatiently shaking away people trying to help her and heading straight for the injured gathering around the kitchens.
Link didn’t have much in the way of nursing ability, but he could at least pass out the dwindling supply of red potion to those who needed it. Zelda was healing the worst injured, and Renaldo was busily bandaging and splinting the more minor wounds, and then Link realized a Goron Child was tugging on his tunic. “Come on. Time to rest.” He followed her in a daze, realizing with a start that the sun was low to the west.
She led him to a spring, one of the smallish, hot ones, and blessed Nayru’s tears, the only other person in it was Zelda. Most of the springs were being used as therapy for injured soldiers and civilians alike. The little girl disappeared, and Link strode eagerly forwards now, pulling off his tunic and mail, stopping to yank off his boots and pants, slipping into the hot water beside Zelda. She opened her eyes and smiled lazily at him. “One of the privileges of rank I feel no guilt about exercising,” she said, gesturing at the sheltered, private pool, the shelf holding spiced stew and flatbread, the pile of clean folded fabric replacing both of their torn, bloodied clothing.
“Can we install hot springs in Hyrule Castle?” Link asked with a sigh of pleasure as he relaxed in the water, grinning as he heard her light, amused laugh.
Author’s Note: Thank you so much to everyone who is watching my story, and thank you even more to those of you who’ve dropped me a message or more about it. The next chapter will be up much sooner… leaving off naked in steamy hot springs has that effect on me.
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