A/N: Hi everyone! Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all of you! So, here we are—the epilogue. I have to say, while I'm a little sad it's over, I'm also super relieved. It was a quite year, but I'm really glad I can finally close things up. It was a lot of fun… AND NEXT YEAR WILL BE JUST AS FUN.

Because I'm gonna be writing a sequel!

Yep, you heard right. Honestly, I planned on doing so from the very beginning of To Save You. There've been times where I was like "Nah, I probably shouldn't," but after just writing the outline for it recently, I'm suuuper excited for all I have planned! And seeing how next year's gonna be a super mega Zelda year (with Zelda WiiU and Majora's Mask and whatnot,) I'm nothing less than ready for 2015. I hope I can help spread the Zelda hype with you guys!

So, if you enjoyed this story, and you're interested in the next—please add me to your user alert list, or check back around the beginning of January! I've posted a few details about it on my profile already, if you'd like to look into that!

Other than that, I just wanted to let everyone know I also went back and edited this entire story, fixing all my rookie mistakes—grammar and otherwise. If you've perhaps forgotten bits and pieces of everything that happened, now's a great time to go and give it another read through!

Thank you for all your support, and I hope I'll see it continued in 2015!

Epilogue

The two of them stood next to one another—pleasantly strolling along the stone bridge that led from Hilda's study to Lorule's Throne Room. It was a quiet day, an enjoyable day, nothing was out of the ordinary. Like many times before, they were there together—with only the other and Sheerow as their company.

"I can't wait to see your plans put into action," Hilda said, sound nothing less than impressed and truly excited. "Setting up shops all around Lorule—working in collaboration with the Master Smith! It'll be wonderful."

Ravio grinned bright and wide, happy to hear she approved so well of his ideas for the future. "You really think so?" he asked.

Hilda nodded, sure to add, "I hardly expected you'd do something of that caliber with the proceeds you made in Hyrule."

Ravio couldn't help but laugh, of course. "Well, considering my main customer," the person who's money he'd taken, that is, "I think that's what he'd want most anyway!"

"You're probably right about that," Hilda said agreeably, smiling somewhat slyly. She'd since heard all about Ravio's adventure in Hyrule, and the fortune he'd made while there.

Ravio, nodding, agreed cheerfully. "Well, you know! Since Mr. Hero's always lookin' out for other people, I figured, it's time I step up and do the same!" He pointed his thumb to his chest. "What better way, right?"

"I'm sure he's very proud of you," said the princess graciously. "As am I."

"Thank you," Ravio smiled fondly. It was after a moment, but he appeared to zone out with that same expression on his face. "I'd like to think so, too," he said, however softly this time. The boy looked down at the garb he adorned, seeming joyous—rather unlike his first time wearing this same outfit. Hilda knew exactly why.

Ravio wore the fuchsia tunic that the Blacksmith's wife had sewn for him. The hat was altered, however; it was still pointed, but also adorned bunny ears and eyes—much like the hood he'd worn for all his life. Around his waist was his Rupee belt, and covering his neck was his signature striped scarf. It was just enough to remind himself of Link, but also enough for him to feel like the person he'd always been. Really, Ravio wouldn't have preferred it any other way—and Hilda, gazing over him too, found herself smiling. It was quite ardently in contrast. She wouldn't have preferred it any other way.

"You know," the princess eventually said, "that look really does suit you."

"Ah," Ravio perked up, shyly rubbing the back of his head. Graciously, he replied, "Why, thank you, Your Highness!"

To his statement, and without missing a beat, Hilda was light to bop her staff against his head. It hardly hurt, though he replied with a small "ow." Pouting a bit, the princess said, "I told you not to call me that anymore."

"A-Ah," he muttered, yet timid—feeling his heart beat the slightest bit faster. "Right," he paused, blushing to conclude, "…Hilda."

Hearing his compliance with only her name, Hilda seemed the slightest bit more cheerful. "I like that much better."

Happy as well, he gave a shy, though very charming smile. "As do I."

There was an air of shyness between them, one they were yet unfamiliar with. While joyous, the two youths were timid. They both gazed away at that moment. It'd been only a few weeks since that night where their truest feelings were brought to light. Needless to say, they were anything but used to such attention from the other. Both Ravio and Hilda were shy to speak at all, though somehow comfortable none-the-less. Eventually, simultaneously—the two both spoke up in unison.

"I, uhm—"

"You kno—"

"Ah," Ravio said quickly, as they both cut themselves off. Shyly, he covered his lips. Tilting his to the head, he asked, "What is it?"

"O-oh, nothing," said Hilda suddenly, waving her hand, smiling weakly. Once again, the duo fell silent. Hilda fiddled with a strand of her dark indigo hair; Ravio extended his pointer finger for Sheerow to perch on. They again looked off into the distance, watching Lorule's setting sun.

"It's… so strange, isn't it?" Hilda finally spoke softly, changing the subject. Gazing out at her land, nothing less than amazed, she added, "It's strange to think about what the world was like just a few months ago. So much has changed."

Ravio chuckled slightly, petting Sheerow with his free hand. "It has," said the boy, "If I could go back a year and tell myself what my life is like now—I don't think I'd believe me!" he giggled.

"I'm sure the same could be said for me," Hilda responded agreeably, laughing lightly as well. Perhaps without regard, Hilda wasn't shy to specifiy her meaning, "I'd never believe anyone if they told me… I was to end up with you, of all people."

To which Ravio instantly let out a single laugh, blushing a bit—wearing a weak smile. "Tell me about it," he said, almost in defeat. Hilda only giggled. Taking her comment in stride however, he just looked over to the girl at his side. "You know, thinking about it… I wonder what our lives will be like a few months from now?" Given all that already had transpired, he said, "Anything could happen."

"Undoubtably," she said. Pausing, the princess put her hand to her heart for a moment. "Only our dear Goddesses know what's on the horizon." Lightly, she let her hand rest at her side once more. Despite everything, Hilda could not rid herself of an anxious tone.

Ravio just looked down at the white creature perched in his hands. "Yeah," he agreed quietly, again letting Sheerow fly to his side. Also shy, he then paused for a moment. "But, you know," he eventually said, "there is one thing, that'll never change." With a sheepish smile, and however out of his comfort zone—Ravio shifted his hand in the slightest. He took Hilda's dainty palm in his. "Ever."

Ravio didn't need to specify his meaning, for Hilda to understand exactly what he was talking about. Returning the gesture, Hilda gripped his hand lightly in return. Again, neither looked at the other. "Right," she said quietly. "That will never change."

Ravio was adamant to reassure her, "Whatever happens, I know we'll make the best of it."

"You're right," Hilda was agreeable. Standing tall and sure, she said, "We'll make the best of this chance that Link and Zelda have given us. We owe them… everything," the princess said, thinking immensely on what 'everything' was. It included not only the beautiful land before them, but also the very hand she held in hers. Truly, Hilda had never felt more thankful than she did in that moment.

With a fond, nostalgic expression—Ravio said, "Yeah." Looking forward, off to the setting sun, Ravio paused. Even though Link was long since gone, he still owed him more than he could say. It was after a moment, but Ravio then gave a firm and adamant nod. Hilda gazed at him curiously. "With you at my side… I'll be like Link," he declared, putting a hand to his heart, "I'll be brave." It was the first time such a statement had ever come from his own lips, he had no doubt it was entirely true as well.

With Hilda—if only then—he would be brave, even though he did not need to be.

Hilda almost didn't believe her ears, of course. But soon, she complied, looking to him with eyes of amazement. The princess nodded happily, "And I'll be like her! I'll be… like Princess Zelda," she smiled, closing her eyes, basking in the beautiful memories of the people she held dear. "I will be wise."

Shifting the slightest bit closer to her company, Hilda couldn't resist cuddling against the person who made her so happy. However timid—the princess rested her head against his shoulder. Ravio cheeks lit in ardency, though he didn't think twice before sheepishly wrapping his arm around her as well. Joyous, in love, and with eyes full of wonder yet—Hilda whispered, "I can do anything, with you at my side."

Ravio smiled affectionately, adored with his most precious person, just as he'd always been. "We'll make them proud, Hilda," he finally said. Sharing in her joy, Ravio nuzzled his cheek gently to the top of her head. Thankful for not only his other half, but the Princess of Hyrule—and the very princess he held, Ravio concluded, "We'll do it together."