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The Goddesses' Gift	By : maceom Category: Zelda > General Views: 22471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda game series, nor any of the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“ZANT!”

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Midna froze…
Now her tiny wrists and ankles were shackled in the air, and she could not free herself of his heavy telekinetic grip. Her body was fully exposed to him, her arms and legs splayed painfully wide; she was caught. Desperately, she tried to break free of his stronghold, to tear out his throat as he lifted the fused shadow from the depths of her very spirit.
Overcome with fanatical hatred for this usurper king, Midna compressed her hands into small, but powerful fists. She curled her toes, tightened her stomach, contracted nearly every individual muscle in her body, and she shivered with primitive anger. Her jaws were painfully clenched, exposing her solitary canine as her narrowed eye glowed ablaze with fury, and she lashed out at him.
But the shackles held, so her body only jerked violently against the restraints as she screamed for her release. Midna was powerless without the fused shadow, and Zant delighted in this fact. Almost casually, he slammed her weakened body to the stone floor of the holy Lanayru spring, now frigid and unfeeling with Zant’s vile presence. Exhausted, she collapsed awkwardly on her side, unable to upright her injured body. Any small voluntary motion sent spasms of unfathomable pain through her spine, so on the ground she remained.
She glanced over at her cursed lupine companion, no longer a proud beast, but a lifeless mass of fur and muscle. Midna, too, was wrecked. The twilight princess was at last defeated, stripped of her dignity, her spirit crushed. For a brief moment which felt like days, she laid there, broken, empty, and her senses dulled. She could not move or feel. Her world dissolved into barely distinguishable clouds of light and sound, recognizing only the deliberate footsteps of her approaching captor.

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“I need you.”

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I remember waking up in the moonlit Hyrule field, startled to learn that I was again in my unwelcomed wolfen form, not at all able to recall how I arrived at this place. This wasn’t making sense! I thought I had regained control, but now, everything was wrong once again. Where exactly was I? Where was I supposed to be? A maelstrom of hundreds of thoughts swirled around my head, about the fused shadows, the trials at the lakebed, about the light spirits, about Zan –
WHERE’S MIDNA?!
My heart racing, I flung my head behind me and found her body collapsed over my hind legs. She was pale, spent, and struggling just to breathe. For her, every inhalation was an uphill battle marginally won, and upon expelling her prized breath she expressed a most painful moan - weak and barely audible. This was Zant’s work! It was then that my memories of the events at Lanayru spring violently returned in a sickening flashback. I tirelessly searched for words…
“Midna,” I so desperately wanted to speak to her,
“--------------” But my words were lost once again.
That Zant could transform such a lively creature into the fragile, increasingly mortal being which lay before me was a testament to his true power. Even through all this, though, he never managed to extinguish the internal flame which perpetually glowed within her – the flame which explained the otherworldly aesthetic she always seemed to radiate. While I was conscious of her unique beauty from the moment she liberated me from my cell, I would never have expected that the source of her flame would someday be revealed to me.
She finally gained the strength to right herself, but only with considerable effort and pained grimacing. Her head still drooped, the life and magic drained from the bounty of hair which adorned her – those cascading waves of twilight fire which always trailed behind her, beautifully highlighting her small, dark frame. Slowly, her other senses returned, and she carefully turned her gaze toward me. Her eyes, which usually reflected the brightly burning embers of early dusk, were now vulnerable, glassy pools. I watched as her lips subtly parted. With the apprehensive release of a single tear, she let out a series of anxious, fragile sobs while more tears followed. I moved my head in close to comfort her, and she accepted it, grabbing hold of my muzzle as she fully opened herself to me, crying without reserve as she pulled hard on my fur. Her suffering had finally caught up with her, and I shared – perhaps lessened, then – her pain.
She at last began to settle, her face still absorbed in my own. She spoke in a muffled, faintly quivering voice, her speech somewhat broken.
“…Link… …H-Hurry… …Hurry…to…Zelda… she will heal you…”

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Link paused before fully comprehending what her words implied. Midna knew very early that the severity of his wounds mirrored her own, and that although he retained the strength to track down Zelda and receive healing, he would never abandon his partner in the interest of his own wellbeing. The fact remained, that ever since darkness had blanketed their worlds, Link and Midna suffered endlessly at the hands of evil, and together they sacrificed all remnants of their former lives. To break from his companion at this desperate hour would leave him more debilitated than any mortal injury. Link was the one sole being who ever cared for Midna, and so she would give her life to protect him. She would only find peace once he was safe in Zelda’s hands. Link realized her truth.
Midna loved him.
She drew her face away from his fur, and their eyes met. Link’s heart paced rapidly with his new awareness of this reality, and he was overwhelmed by the same foreign emotions that she experienced some time ago. His racing thoughts accumulated in a knot at the base of his throat, and even the proud blue-eyed beast struggled to fight a tear at the realization that his feelings for her might truly be mutual.
Midna loved him.
And he loved her the same.
They shared a moment of surreal and beautiful understanding. Link was determined to preserve their bond, even if that could compromise his own time in this world. Link maneuvered his wounded partner onto his back, and then raced away through the open field in search of aid from the princess of this realm. Midna used the last of her strength to protest his actions. Link knew well that carrying Midna’s extra weight could result in his overexertion, and that his safe delivery to the castle was now no longer guaranteed. However, to arrive alone would portend a fate comparable to death – for while Zelda could heal his body, his heart remained with Midna.
Fortunately, Midna’s size was conducive to riding her wolf as he trekked the wild lands of Hyrule, and even early in their adventures they both found this the most effective means of travel. Midna had once felt worthless and invalid in this smaller cursed impish form, but Link’s support and affirmations over their longer journeys together melted away her insecurities, and instilled in its place a growing desire for his affection. She would always be more confident in her true, elegantly lengthened shape, but she had become comfortable with her petite self – especially since Link was only familiar with her in this body. A seething pain shot through her arm, a clear reminder of the mortal danger she faced. She at once laid back down on her hero, soothed by his swift rhythmic movements as he seemingly flew across the plains.

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They would rest for a moment, recover somewhat from the night’s tragedies, and then meet up with Zelda before sunrise. Time, it seemed, was always against their cause. Link wearily scoured Hyrule field for a small nook in which to retire, as the critically wounded Midna laid face-down on top of him, clutching the fur of his muscular back. She managed to draw from Link a strange though marvelous comfort, and a true sense of security. Despite the terrifying brutality that nearly claimed her life on that day, from this she found the love that would free her spirit from the darkness forever.
The wolf expressed a huff of relief after spotting an unoccupied - though rather cramped - alcove within the rising walls of a nearby cliff. He began digging, and created a small makeshift cot with his snout and two front paws. Finally, they could rest. He helped Midna into the recess, and once she was positioned comfortably, he followed her inside. They lay close to each other, each eternally grateful for the other’s presence.
Link had nearly surrendered to sleep before his keen sense of hearing detected a soft staccato whimpering. He glanced over at Midna. She was curled up away from him in a fetal position, shivering nervously. With a wordless invitation, Link placed his paw over her, and drew her small, fragile body into his own. They shared each other’s warmth, deepening their interdependence and trust, and strengthening their mutual affection. At last she could rest, placated by the secure, loving embrace of her hero.
As they drifted into quiet slumber, the three goddesses watched from above; they had carefully laid plans for Link, for Midna, and for all who inhabited their lands. In order to vanquish the suffocating grip of the Evil One on the worlds of light and twilight, Link and Midna would have to stand united under an all-powerful sacred bond. Tonight, through a beautiful ancient ritual, their hearts would merge and they could then save the known universe from undue suffering. The deities danced. They gracefully traversed the physical-spiritual barrier and cradled the sleeping pair, delicately coaxing their souls from their weakened bodies. In concord, the trinity lovingly carried them beyond time and space, to the metaphysical realm of thoughts, emotions, and memories. It was here that their adventures together truly began.
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