Twilight has fallen the land yet again, as nature demands it, the sun resting gently on the rolling hills of Hyrule like a blanket of golden glow settling softly on the grassy terrain.

Three bodies can be seen in the distance, they are small and infinitesimal in the grand scheme of the beautiful Hyrulian landscape, but in this moment they are vast and jubilant. A great war has just been ended at the sharpened tip of a fabled hero's sword, a manic dictator put to an eternal slumber, and an immortal beast from the great beyond slain once more.

These three infinitesimal bodies travel eastward, the Twilight Princess ready to return to her now broken home. However, a new fire burned within her, a sudden willingness and determination to fix what she felt she had broken. A sad parting indeed, yet, they travel on, with lighter steps, floating somewhat magically on the endorphins in their veins.

...However, another body, a darker, heavier, more capable body, heaves forward some paces western. Ganondorf, laying exactly where he had been slain moments prior, lifts his head up and squints through the blood that burns under his eyelids. Coughing up a vicious mixture of blood and acid in his gullet, those ashy hands meekly grasp the twilight-stained grass beneath him and he pulls himself forward. Dragging himself across the soft green-golden field, he stains the mystical landscape with his rusty crimson blood. A forest loomed in the distance, this, he thought in muddled coherence, is safety...this is where I must go.

Meanwhile, those bodies not so far eastern, are wiping their tears in final goodbyes. A tired and war-ridden Zelda turns to fight her tears, and between cringes and wiping the salty liquor from her eyes, there is a dark blot in the distance. Solemnly she begins to stare, feeling somewhat empty in this fleeting moment, looking down at the triforce that adorned her hand. What will we do without your other third, my gift, what will we do? The princess thought about the triforce and what a poetic fate it was, to have it broken.

Suddenly, that darken blot began to move, a slow lurching motion in the direction of the trees a few hundred feet north. Zelda could feel her heart begin to race. Ganon was on the move.

He's retreating to the safety of the forest, she thought, he's going to rest until he can retire to the depths of a nether-hell where he might take on a new form. He's going to continue the cycle. He's going to live again!

No. This will not happen. Not again. I forbid it with all the might the goddesses may bless upon me. Her legs, still trembling under the pressure of over-use, began to dash toward the slow-moving blemish on the perfect Hylian scenery. Unthinking, she left behind the Twilight Princess and the Hero, undoubtably still lost in their own melancholy good-byes.

Her hands flew upwards and flipped a hood over her head, it did an acceptable job keeping the hair out of her face. She began to gain more momentum as she flew downhill to the bleeding Ganondorf. She closed her eyes for only a moment and felt fleeting, flying, and free. Never before had Zelda felt more relevant to this mortal world, more capable.

"Ganon! Halt! You have nowhere to run! There is no shelter for you here!" Her voice was somewhat hoarse, and carried by the gentle wind. The dark lord tried desperately to lift himself, only to fumble under his own weight, into a mat of grass dampened by his own blood.

The pale princess fell to her knees and, with every ounce of magic she could muster in her weakened condition, flipped the king of evil over onto his back, only to gasp not in disgust, but in horror.

This was no monster, no vile beast, this was the shell of a man who could no longer bear the wounds of this earthly vessel. He coughed once more and stained the faded white of Zelda's silk gloves.

"No...let me die...I must die once more..." His voice gurgled and squelched as the noise from his throat passed through the mucus and blood in his mouth.

"You cannot die. You know this. I will break this accursed cycle, Gannondorf, I will-" the princess tried to prop her hands under his large abdomen, perhaps to pull him as far as she could Hyrule-bound, but the Guerdo-man weakly threw his hands against her chest and pushed with a feeble might. One might even call it "laughable."

"No...! Leave me be...! Leave me to die in peace..." His voice became more panicked and the triforce upon his hand began to glisten, much like the twilight upon the water. Zelda opened her mouth to speak once more before she realized that, she too, had a glowing triangle upon her magic-wielding hand.

And as quickly as the moment began, time almost seemed to slow. The noise of the rippling wind became distant and muffled, her body trembled with an almost-electric power, voices in the distance pleaded to her. Voices she recognized to be the Twilight-Princess and the Hero, but Zelda would not have the chance or the power to turn quickly enough to face them.

In that moment she could only see and feel, paralyzed she became fixated on Ganondorf's amber eyes. The hardened lines in his face relaxed, the corners of his mouth nearly up-turned, almost as if he were greeting death with a friendly face. His serenity, to Zelda's confusion, seemed to wash over her paralyzed body in a calming light.

She inhaled for what felt like hours, he lungs expanding to a capacity to which she felt they may burst. The twilight soon became a bursting, burning, all consuming flame that surrounded her and the dark lord. She tried to cringe in fear of this light, it burned into her very soul. Her eyes once more found those eyes of the thief-king, and he locked a peaceful gaze with her.

Blood no longer spilling from his mouth, his words were now clearer than ever before. His voice oozing out like honey dripping down sugarcane.

"Do not fear the great beyond, Princess Zelda. Look on with me, let us enjoy the moment of it's splendor. For these moments are few and fleeting. Look on, Princess Zelda..."

The dark man turned his head and watched on as the blinding light began to swirl and twist into different colors and shapes, it was beautiful and terrifying.

"What's going on...?" Zelda managed to yelp, not as a matured Princess, but as a frightened young woman. She was met with no response, as Ganon just continued to gaze at this great display of colors and light.

But colors soon became sounds as the chirping of birds began to melt into a medley of last months piano recital. A metronome marching in time with the soft hush of sand hitting a marble floor. A maids laughter gently caressing the sharp tinkling of a shattering mirror. These noises all merged together into a glorious symphony of the senses, and all at once Zelda experienced a sense of everything-ness. A feeling of whole-completion she felt almost unworthy of.

Her skin raised at a gentle wind that quickly became a violent breeze, and she recoiled into herself somewhat as the feeling of weightlessness overcame her.

The evil king's hand firmly grabbed her battered fingers, not violently or painfully, but almost reassuringly.

"So be it, young maiden. This realm will surely test your wisdom as well as my patience. But if Din should have me meet this fate with you, then I will accept this task. Do not fear death, Princess, for we are forever, and you know we cannot die."

The fear had not been absent, merely delayed, as the light began to fade. Zelda began to hyperventilate and tremor under the shock of these rapid moments. She would not give up the man's hand, however, it would seem he had no intention of letting this young princess go any time soon. She stared with a fierce intensity into those honey-colored eyes, pleading for answers to questions she could not muster.

"I asked to you to let me wither in peace" he sighed "this is the price you pay for trying to squander in our futile game of cat and mouse. Wisdom and Power journeying through the sacred realm...but how will Courage manage by himself all alone back in that mortal world? That poor child surely will not last but a week." He almost seemed to grin.

The light was now but merely a flicker between the two bodies, a foreboding darkness now pooling around them. It was a heavy darkness, it almost seemed to pull on her eyelids and rest in her chest. Zelda soon found her beaten body laying down parallel to the Guerdo-King's. Her sudden exhaustion seemed to stamp out the flickers of fear in her stomach, she fought the sleepiness with all her might.

"I can't...I..can't..." the words barely carried on her breath. He turned to face her once more.

"You have no reason to fear, Princess...where we are going I cannot harm you. I have no means to your demise in this world. Sleep now, I demand nothing less than that." His voice was now as stern as he could manage and Zelda, with her vision quickly fading, could see his lips upturn.

That was the last thing she saw before the darkness engulfed them. Sleep caressed her body sweetly and promised her dreams of honeysuckle and milk tea.