End of Legend of FIVE #2-Legend of FIVE #3

Link remembered the sky turning dark. Lightning shattered through a dark nightmare storm while rain pelted the field. A white horse passed him by. Two riders sat on its back. One was a girl he met only once. When she looked back at him, he saw sadness and fear in her eyes, all at the same time. She hurled an item at him, but he didn't come close to touching it. He didn't get a chance to find it-for Link came face-to-face with a man on a black horse. The man's eyes teemed with evil. Power surged from his palms as he declared himself the world's future king. He remembered pain shooting through his body in a way that made him believe in death. Link fell to the ground as his attacker mercifully galloped away, every clop growing distant. In the midst of agony, Link thought of what the girl threw. When the item missed him, it fell in a river. Link crawled to find it. When he grasped it, a vision formed around him. He saw the girl once more. She taught him a melody to play with the item-the gift that turned out to be an ocarina. When Link and girl played the song together, there seemed to be peace for a time, as if the trouble already passed. It did not. The gallops returned. The girl urged Link to wake up and RUN. And so Link did. He ran through a damaged city, past the bodies of fallen warriors, and into a Temple that still held divine beauty. The boy from the woods took out the stones three and play the melody the princess taught him. When he did, the song opened a door of stone, leading to a chamber which held a secret. And the secret was a sword. All Link could do was stare. He heard a voice: "It's that legendary blade." He also heard a name–The Master Sword. Link had seen everything and yet knew nothing at all. The forest was miles away, barely an echo in his memory. Destiny took a turn for him. The sword felt as if it were calling out to him. And time ran out. The Temple shuddered. Rubble rained down from up high. It plummeted towards a pristine marble floor in the building’s vast main chamber. Every piece collided with the bright white surface. They undoubtedly scarred the tiles on impact. The sanctuary verged on breaking. Years worth of legends crumbled as if the stories didn’t matter and never had. A loud crash sounded from the main chamber. The sound pulsed all the way to the Chamber of Time, jolting Link’s bones. He looked over his shoulder. The Temple’s tall wooden doors laid battered and broken. Filling the space they sealed were men clothed in crimson. They brandished sharp silver swords. Even from a distance, Link saw the contents of their eyes; pure whiteness without pupils, nothing other than malice. The army surged forth, flooding the temple. Their movements proved swift. Link’s horror at the sight slowed everything down. Doom approached and his mind felt a need to catalog the beginning of the end. “No!” A boy in sheened blue armor stood a few feet away from Link. He grasped a silver spear in one of his hands. His hair was brown and eyes green. He was the first boy Link had met outside of the Kokiri Forest. The strange part about their meeting was the fact that he didn’t come from this world–he was an alien, a stranger, someone trying to go home. He was one of four children that joined Link; all of them from a place outside of Hyrule. Link hoped to help them in the way they did for him. The voyage here would have solved that dilemma. Alas, like Link, they saw everything begin to collapse. Link expected the men to infiltrate the chamber. Soon, it would be full and everyone would overwhelmed by their might. Emerald energy surged in the darkness. It swirled towards the space made empty by the Door of Time. When it reached the square frame, the energy joined itself with the stone, turning solid. The crimson army ran right into the newly formed wall. They halted and stared. Some even stepped back with great caution. A tall girl with red hair, blue eyes and a fierce personality stepped forth from the group. Her stare flared with determined concentration. Link saw how her body shook. The energy remained steady but she struggled. Their latest stretch of journey took a lot of energy from the girl and yet she seemed ready to do anything and everything to protect her friends. “They won’t come close,” said Rebecca Santos, another of the children from the other world. Rebecca looked over her shoulder. Link’s heart sank as she showed sadness in her gaze. “I’m fighting to the end,” Rebecca said. “The rest of you guys–protect Link.” A girl with raven hair and red eyes reached out for Rebecca. Tears streamed down her face. “Becca!” she shouted. Rebecca solemnly shook her head. “If I die, just wish me back with the Triforce. I know it will work!” Rebecca ran towards the army. The spirit shield seemed to lead her. It bowled over scores of crimson soldiers. The men flung into the air, dropping their blades as they fell helplessly to the emerald glow. Link froze on the pedestal. His eyes widened as Rebecca continued the battle. He quietly hoped–and prayed–for her victory. The boy from the woods couldn’t understand why his feet couldn’t move. Trevor left the pedestal as well. He pointed his spear at the soldiers, determined to save Rebecca from peril. A desperate hand grasped at Link’s arm. Another tear-stricken face looked at him with pleading eyes–they had dark skin and a dome of curly black hair upon their head. “Link,” said Jerome Bailey. “Take it.” The Master Sword’s presence resonated more than ever. Just the thought of its importance weighed heavily on Link’s mind. Destiny awaited. Time was running out. “Please,” Sheila added with a beg of a whisper., her voice reduced to a begging whisper. “Help them. We can’t…” Link squeezed his eyes shut. The clash of swords against spirit energy wrenched him. Thoughts flooded his mind–memories of the woods, and of a girl with green hair who smiled at him with the kindest eyes. A girl who had been there since the day he came to life in that forest. What would she want him to do? What would Saria wish for him in this moment? Link already knew. He wrapped his hands around the sword’s hilt. His fingers felt small in comparison. A strange feeling surged through him–eternal warmth, enormous energy, and a new way of life. It rushed through Link. He felt an odd welcoming from the sword. Link pulled the blade up. His senses amplified. He not only heard the clash of weapons and ghosts. He heard the sword’s sharp grind as it escaped the pedestal’s stone. Blue light surrounded the group and it swirled around them with sounds akin to a violent whirlwind. “Link…?” Navi looked around, her eyes widening at the sights of everything. The pillar of light rose slowly into the air. Its essence was like crystals swimming in water. The light flowed upward and swirled. After a time, it moved faster and faster, speeding up every other second. The Temple seemed to sit still for a moment. Then, it moved again with the pillar of light, going erratic.