He stood at the edge of the world, overlooking the lands below with the wind at his back. He'd been here before; hundreds, thousands and millions of times before, and he knew that this wouldn't be the last time, either.

He noted the twilight that he couldn't see anymore, yet had liberated and saved along with his own world. He remembered the wise words the deku tree he'd planted had told him, an old friend he'd miss dearly. He glanced towards the sea, a wisp of a smile gracing his face, marred with lines of age and an uncountable amount of battlescars. He missed the kingdom in the sky, yet was content to live here on the ground, the world he'd helped build.

"Hey, listen!" The small fairy beside him demanded, ditzing about like a crazed honey bee. He paid her no mind, used to her obsessive nature over everything. The other fairy, who shone a slightly yellower light, dodged her nimbly. He smiled to himself, memories of two adventures closely linked together coming to mind.

A horse neighed out of annoyance behind him, and he supposed that the troublesome Skull Kid was at it again. He didn't give the two any attention, either.

Another friend from long ago, the princess of Twilight, waved farewell to him from a place hundreds of leagues away, too far for the eye to see. He waved back.

Hundreds of former allies, enemies and family members all gathered around, and three goddesses probably watched from somewhere above, he figured.

He didn't feel sadness, nor happiness. He wasn't afraid, nor was he unready. The only thing he felt was content as he held the rusted, chipped and worn Master Blade out at arm's length, letting it hang over a drop longer than a trillion lifetimes.

"You'll come back and save us again, right?" A blonde girl asked, looking on from beside a green haired kokiri and another smaller yellow haired girl dressed in a blue summer dress. He nodded, and gave his arch rival a sportful grimace, to which the bigger man grinned at, accepting the challenge.

And then his hand opened and the sword fell, as if he'd just let go of his existence, getting ready to pass it on to some other soul. He stood on the edge of the world, green cap whipping in the wind before he turned around to face the hundreds of green warriors so different from him, yet so similar. They smiled at him, nodding in approval.

He left the edge of the world with them, leaving what was theirs and now his legacy behind.

And then the world began again.