A/N: Read my A/N or die! There are a few things you need to know before reading this. 1) I am a happy ending person. 2) this isn't the last you see of the two of them 3) There will be blood gore and language in this. Without further ado (btw this is the most epic cliff hanger ever and my comp is broken you are going to hate me lol) Read on and don't stop you are in for an epic final battle between Zorek and-err spoiler but it is awesome.

Zelda stared wistfully at the boy as he ate his food with much greed. Shoulder length blond hair remained just high enough that the boy wasn't getting food in it as he ate with such a hunger that Zelda smiled remembering a certain someone who had also ate with such greed. She refused to tell anyone but she had named her baby. Over the months he began to grow on her, she had named him Valor in hope that he would one day be a glorious savor to the wretches and fallen of the world, a silly girlish dream but he ate with much of the same mannerisms as Valor. Baby Valor would eat and tear at her flesh with such strength she would stop feeding him and look down at him wondering if he was trying to tear her breast off. The baby would pause and eat slowly and watch her until she looked away and then resume his ravenous eating as if she didn't know he was gorging just because she wasn't looking. Her smile faded thinking of her baby now. Her little Valor probably had a brutish name and a brutish temper, he was probably killing some poor animal right now and pretending it was her, hating her for abandoning him.

Zelda looked back at the boy who paused and looked up at her his icy blue eyes meeting hers and she continued to eat. It wasn't Valor; he was just an average boy with an appetite. "How has your stay in our town been boy?" Zelda asked and the boy looked up.

"Fine." He said and started to eat again.

Talkative isn't he? Zelda thought with a frown. "What was your favorite part of the event? I saw you threw the spear really well, is the spear a primary weapon for you?"

"I liked throwing spears and yes." He said. Zelda slumped knowing she would not get anything else from the boy she returned to eating. She felt a deep emptiness and the sudden knowledge that the time to die had come. She had to give her kingdom an heir and her time was running out. She wasn't even going to consider the possibility of living. Valor's birth had been successful only because of the grace of the goddess no Zelda had ever lived through two births.

Zorek looked up to see Zelda deep in thought; can't people eat and not think? Eating was intended to gain sustenance not to think yourself to death, that's what his father had told him anyways. He looked closer at her and she had a weary and sad look on her face. That face he recognized, the sad look and feeling of loneliness he knew. He frowned not remembering and looking down catching his reflection in his water. He slowly pulled his glass closer the frown that masked his face was mirrored in two places. One in his glass…and another in the princess. Perfect matches… it only took a second or two to realize he didn't have to ask for records to find his mother …she was sitting right in front of him!

He gasped softly when he saw the shadows reflected that sunset was coming. "Remember boy this potion will work until sunset at which point you better make a run for it." The old potion hag's voice sounded in his head. He had drank the illusionary potion early however to see if it worked and had less time than that. He stood and gave a parting bow.

"Are you leaving so soon?" she asked with a frown liking the reminiscing about her child that seemed to take over with his company. At his nod she stood. "Please...allow me to walk you out." Both left through the door through the garden down the path to reach the gate. She however walked slowly, not wanting him to leave for some reason.

Zorek bit his lip when he saw the fair skin of his hand begin to darken and take on its Gerudo shade. He slowed his pace and walked behind her, not thinking it wise to run off, after all the gate was the only way out. He pulled up his sleeve to see his arm had already taken to its normal color. "Are you really a sorceress?" he asked softly and she looked up not back.

"No" she said not thinking about the question.

"Then how did you do this to me?"

"Do what?" She looked back and her heart stopped. Valor… "What name did your father give you?" she asked softly.

"Didn't you name me? You seemed to have an easy enough time seducing my father with your magic."

Zelda smiled, her throat tightening. "Is that what they told you? You don't doubt your father's strength but you think a simple seventeen year old girl could wield such magic as to overpower his mind? I needed nothing but strength but lacked it. Thank your father for how you look boy not me." Her vision blurred as tears took over and turned her back to him. She had never wanted to see him again, afraid of having to face him.

Guard after guard fell to the blade of the lone shadow that made its way throughout the garden seeking blood.

Impa walked out of the castle taking in the air. Where was Zelda? She knew that boy had to be her son, she had not figured out yet how he looked like a normal Hylian. Impa gasped when a guard told her Zelda was walking him out. Away from all the guards he might hurt her. She ran for the garden path.

"He had an easy time raping me. Twice. People hated me for not killing you in the womb-"

"Then why didn't you?!" he snapped.

"Because the goddess has a purpose for everyone, spawn or not she has plans for you and to deprive her of her chosen to sate my fear of you would be unforgivable." She said her voice cracking.

Fear of him? He was a freak. He thought bitterly walking on and past her gasping as he was pulled back with a force which suddenly surrounded him with unfathomable warmth. She had grabbed hold of him and pulled him back into an embrace his back turned to her he felt a wet warmness as she buried her face in his shoulder and the tears bled through his clothes. He felt his cheeks color; he had never felt such warmth. He had never experienced anything like this. His father gave him choking hugs and Nabooru who he had always thought was his real mother hugged him in an embarrassing motherly way. This...this was so warm and soft. He closed his eyes never wanting it to stop. "I love you." She whispered in his ear.

"I love you t-" he gasped as he felt himself being pushed forward and heard a nasty sound of the meeting of a weapon to flesh. He fell to the ground screaming as he saw her collapse a pike protruding through her stomach. Deep enough that if she hadn't pushed him forward it would have gone through him too. He felt tears cloud his eyes as he heard a shrieking laughter.

"The bitch is dead the bitch is dead ha ha ha the bitch is dead." He saw the very thief that had stole his money that day in the market singing his song and clapping his hands as he danced around. Burn. Burn. I hate you. Burn. Zorek thought and the thief screamed and fell as flames engulfed him and charred him alive. Zorek pulled out his sword and ran over to the burning flailing man. The man laughed as the fires settled and his burning rotting flesh took a stench that made Zorek want to puke. "ha…ha…ha…the…the bitch is dead."

"Bastard!" Zorek snarled.

"Ha…ha..ha.. she should have killed….you…in the womb… then we would….have…forgiven her..the bitch is dead..ha ha…ha…" he laughed and spit blood in Zorek's face and blood splattered all over the boy's face. "The bitch is-" he was cut off by Zorek ripping his blade across the man's throat. Zorek stabbed the man, once, twice, stabbing into his stomach and ripping it free, over and over again. He cried as he hacked the man apart, blood splattering everywhere. The man was twisted mangled and was no longer able to be recognized by anyone. Zorek ran to his mother who smiled and reached a bloody hand up and caressed his cheek. Zorek pressed it against his face crying as he felt the life leave it and it went slack. Zorek pulled the pike from her and hurled it at the thief, it bouncing off the wall and shattering to bits. He picked her up feeling power surge inside of him.

Impa made it to the path tripping over something and screamed when she saw that it was a mangled body. She saw a lone figure holding the princess who lay slack in his arms. She felt rage surge up inside her as she ran toward the boy sword in hand prepared to strike. A golden purple magic surged around the boy forming a vortex that took to the sky and hurled her back.

Zorek entered the spirit temple not even caring that the power had transported him miles to the place he wanted to go. She wasn't dead at least not for long…he would revive her. He placed her down in the center of the room and washed his hands. His grandmothers had taught him how to revive animals how different were humans? He scooped a handful of her blood and drew the crest in her ring on the floor and placed her on top of it. The soft spells left his lips focusing on finding her spirit in the nether he closed his eyes.

"You know Zorek should have been back days ago." Koumae said pouring tea for her and her sister. "Ganondorf does nothing but pace and wait for the boy."

"He'll be back-" both paused seeing the sealed vase that kept the phantom in it begin to shake. "CATCH IT!" Kotake cried both diving forward just missing the vase. They gasped as it shattered to bits and the phantom emerged, its claws stretching and its fangs dripping as it stared towards the spirit temple and flew out the window. Both witches mounted their broom sticks and flew off.

"Ganondorf!" Koumae cried and Ganondorf gasped and dove out of the way taking Nabooru to the ground with him as the spirit swooped past them. "It's heading towards the spirit temple! We must stop it!" Nabooru ran beside Ganondorf as he raced towards the desert wasteland. She jumped on his back and began to call out spells that would create foot holds to keep him from sinking in the sand as he raced alongside his mothers towards the temple.

Zorek opened his eyes feeling a spirit approach. He grinned, in only a matter of time his mother would return to him. He gasped as a black wraith rose out of the blood crest. Its toothy maw dripping and its claws shot out and grew to the size of the boy's arms. It laughed and launched itself at the boy. Zorek cried out as it flew through him.

Ganondorf, Nabooru, and his grandmothers were close to reaching the wraith. "It's too fast." Nabooru gasped for breath and returned to making foot holds for Ganondorf who was sweat soaked. The wraith flew into the temple after which a scream was heard within. All of them were quick to pick up pace and Ganondorf gave one last push and used his shoulder to bust the door down. Everyone entered the temple gasping and panting. "Is anyone there?" Nabooru asked getting off Ganondorf's back, her voice shaky from exertion. Nabooru walked up the stairs as the others looked around, she looked over in the corner and put her hands over her mouth as a scream escaped her throat. Ganondorf and the others rushed over all were speechless at the gruesome tableau set out before them. A woman laid face face up in a symbol made of blood and a boy lay face down drenched in blood from head to foot.

Ganondorf let out a strangled cry and ran to the boy and turned him over. "No…goddess no…Zorek." He whispered burying his face in the boy's chest, and closed the boy's eyes running his fingers through the tangled mass of blond. No breath…. No response…no life… the boy was dead.

A/N: Not a dry eye in the house. I'm a happy ending girl you will be disappointed if you stop now