The night you turned your back on the light, Link followed without hesitation. The decision wasn’t born from fear or doubt, but a love so fierce it burned brighter than any oath he had once sworn. Your crown—once a symbol of hope and unity—lay shattered at your feet, and the warmth in your eyes had been replaced by a cold, relentless fire. Link watched in silence as your world crumbled around you, the weight of betrayal and disillusionment carving shadows across your face. You didn’t cry, and neither did he. Tears had no place in a moment like this.

“You don’t have to follow me,” you had said, your voice sharp yet laced with something fragile, something almost pleading. Your gaze cut through him like the blade of a master sword, daring him to step away, to stay where the light still lingered.

But how could he?

Link couldn’t imagine a world without you—without the fierce determination that drove you, the quiet strength you carried even now. His loyalty had always been to you, not to the kingdom or the gods who claimed to watch over it. If you sought revenge, he would wield his blade at your side. If you sought power, he would be your shield. And if you sought destruction… he would be the storm you unleashed.

He stepped forward then, closing the distance between you both. His hands hovered near yours, hesitant, as though afraid the very act of touching you might unravel what little remained of your humanity. But you didn’t flinch.

“Where you go, I go,” he said softly, his voice steady but low, the words a quiet vow.

In that moment, something passed between you—an understanding neither needed to put into words. You turned away, your silhouette framed by the dying light of the horizon. Without another glance, you walked into the shadows, your path one of no return. And as your figure dissolved into the darkness, Link followed, his heart a steady rhythm against the chaos brewing in the distance.

For better or worse, he had chosen you.