The battle was over. Zelda stood in shocked silence as she was freed from her crystal prison, stumbling onto ground once more, her pale white dress flicking over the rubble-littered ground. Her blonde hair was messy and untamed. She was unscathed, but at the cost of her friend.

Link was lying on the ground on his back, covered in blood and wounds. His messy blonde hair was dirty and bloodied. His right eye was slashed and shut.

He was a fierce deity. Or was? She didn’t know. But now he had a mark of the deity; two dark red slashes under his now bloodied eye. No, he couldn’t be a deity. It must’ve been the Triforce. But he was hurt.

Link coughed, spitting blood out of his mouth. His pointed Hylian ears were drooped; either from exhaustion or agony. She couldn’t tell. The Ocarina of Time was off to the side, unscathed yet tossed as if it were a simple log of wood.

Hyrule Castle was destroyed. The whole area, in fact, was in ruins. But it wouldn’t stop her and Hyrule as a whole from rebuilding. Her father had died along with so many others, seven years ago. When the Sacred Realm had been opened. When Link had gone missing. Soon she would have to take position as Queen. She would need help.. but how could she get help? Plenty of Hyrule was in ruins. Link was wounded. He shouldn’t have been there, yet he was chosen. He was there when Hyrule needed him most. But now he was here, before her, his tunic stained with bloodstains.

She finally got her bearings and yelled for help as she kneeled next to Link.