Epilogue

Link stood silently on a castle balcony, watching Hyrule Castle town but not paying attention to it. Only to his thoughts did Link pay attention. Who escaped while he battled with the wizard in the Death Mountain cavern? Was it Zelda? No, she had been imprisoned. Who was the wizard talking about? Link knew now the wizard had used himself as a distraction to help whoever he was talking about escape. Yet Link couldn't think of anyone. Could it have been Majora? Or had Dark Link returned? Ganondorf was safely sealed away; he couldn't escape.

Link turned away from the balcony and climbed through the window into his room. The balcony had supposed to be used for decoration. Link saw it as a lookout. After squeezing through the window, Link looked around the room. All his equipment was hung on the wall, except for one thing. Link turned to a corner of the room. The Master Sword lay in its scabbard, standing in a sword stand. Link watched it, as though it might grow legs and walk away. He didn't notice someone walk in.

Zelda watched Link with his back turned to her look at the Master Sword, as though breaking eye contact with it would end his life. "I can always come back if this isn't a good time," she said. "I know how you and your sword can be sometimes."

Link blinked out of his gaze, and turned to Zelda. He smiled at the remark, and replied, "Don't worry; the sword's done drinking its bottle of milk." He walked up to her and hugged her. Zelda felt in serene peace, until she felt Link tickling her sides. She started to giggle, and Link laid Zelda down on the bed, tickling her stomach.

Zelda laughed, all the while making comments of, "Link! Ha-ha-ha-ha! Cut it out! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Oh, I'll slap you, please stop! Ha-ha-ha!" Link eventually stopped, a sneering grin on his face, while Zelda got her laughter under control. She looked up at Link, who was grinning victoriously, and she stood up and kissed him.

Link put the quill away, having finished writing his tale from two weeks ago. He held up the papers to the light, and smiled at his work. He loved it. Then he felt something come and embrace him. He turned to see Farore standing there with her arms folded, smiling.

"Farore! What are you doing here?" Link asked.

"I came to see what you're writing," Farore answered. "May I see it?"

Link gave her the paper. She read through it, smiling. Then, her smile started to fade, until it was replaced with a frown. She lowered the papers and closed her eyes, irritated.

"You spelled my name wrong," Farore muttered angrily. Link took the papers from her and scanned over it. He looked up with a look of horror. He dropped the story and tried to run out the door. It closed itself and locked magically. Link turned slowly, terrified. Farore had his Megaton Hammer.

Farore also loved to swing the hammer.

THE END