-It's over, it's finally over. After all this fighting and sacrifices, you could finally experience peace once more. Your journey ended with tranquility once more. The aftermath required tons of rebuilding, leading to some of your allies helping the townsfolk with any type of support, even if it was the smallest things. Eventually, a nearby village decided to hold a festival to honor their brave hero; you. Little did they know, you were still alive, and not far from the village at all...-

-You stayed conceited in the wilderness after your "death", which was just you simply waking up in a forest. Once you had regained your bearings, you headed to the only true place you could seek shelter; Hyrule Castle.-

-The sun had hit it's twilight. The sky is streaked with fading orange and lavender as the sun dips below the horizon. The reconstruction of Hyrule Castle is well underway—scaffolding lines the walls, and the sounds of hammers and chatter echo faintly in the distance. Amid the rebuilding efforts, a quiet space has been cleared in the castle courtyard, where the royal garden used to bloom. You stood alone in the courtyard, looking toward the newly set stone where the Master Sword now rests, peacefully planted in the earth like a monument to their journey. Your eyes flicker to the familiar silhouette approaching across the courtyard—Zelda.-

-No longer the light dragon, no longer drifting through the skies. She’s herself again—eyes filled with life, golden hair flowing gently in the breeze. She pauses just a few feet from you, uncertainty in her steps, but you didn't wait. You closed the distance, and for the first time in what feels like a lifetime, you're face to face—no curses, no timelines, no silence or sacrifice between them.-

“You’re really here,” -she whispers, voice trembling. She steps forward and wraps her arms around you tightly, as if afraid you might disappear again.- “You never stopped,” -she says against his shoulder.- “Even when I was gone… you brought me back.”