Drabble #13
Jun. 29th, 2008 04:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sagesariaPrompt #22: Crushed
Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Notes: Slight AU from the end of the game. Warnings that it's spoilerific, morbid and depressing.
Midna had only been alive a few minutes. But when she opened her eyes, she was surprised to not only be alive, but to see the four spirits surrounding her, and her true form returned to her. A bright, true smile came to her face when she saw that the curse had been broken, but it faded again as she turned to look down the hill, not seeing her companions below.
She ran down the hill, searching. She knew the exact location she teleported Link and Zelda to when she evacuated them from the castle; they couldn’t have been far. The setting sun dyed the ground red, hiding the blood that stained it, but not overpowering the smell.
And there she saw the battle that had taken place. As she came upon the battlefield she found Ganondorf, still standing tall. But his eyes were glazed and lifeless, his mouth hanging open, and the master sword through his heart. Midna’s face twisted in disgust at the sight, before she turned and her eyes bulged. Only a few feet away, sprawled on his back, was Link.
She scrambled to him, dropping onto her knees at his side. He was cold, and blood dyed his tunic as though it was never green. She caressed his face, feeling his neck below the jawbone.
No pulse.
It is said that when one experiences grief, they go through five stages, each fueled by a powerful emotional response.
Stage One…Denial…
“Link…” Midna whispered, running her fingers through his hair, managing a smile.
“Link, get up…it’s me…it’s Midna. You did it Link…you lifted the curse…we’ve won!”
She shook his shoulders gently.
“Wake up…it’s over now…Link? Link?!” her voice quavered a little.
Stage Two…Anger…
“This isn’t funny! Link wake up!” Midna’s hold on Link’s tunic tightened, shaking him roughly.
“Dammit Link, wake up!” she screamed, “Don’t you do this to me! You stupid farm boy, don’t you dare leave me! Wake up!”
She lifted him by the collar, shaking him still. His head lolled back, his hat falling away.
Stage Three…Bargaining…
Her hands shook as they fisted around his tunic. Slowly she released him, snaking her arms around his shoulders and clutching him close, resting his head on her bosom. Tears coating her eyes, she gazed blindly at the sky, still clinging to Link, running her hand automatically through his hair.
“Not him…” she whispered, “Goddesses, please not him…Take me instead…I should have been dead anyway, take me instead!”
She rocked back and forth, cradling the body as though he were a child. “He’s just a boy…a child…he doesn’t deserve this…Goddesses, take me instead…not him…”
Stage Four…Depression…
Her prayers were unanswered. Midna collapsed, resting Link back on the grass, and dropping her head onto his chest, her arms still around him as she sobbed into his tunic. That moment may as well have been the rest of her life, for all she cared. She was ready to stay there for eternity, to die by his side. She wasn’t going to be the one to go on if the true hero was dead.
Stage Five…Acceptance…
The sun was almost gone behind the mountains, everything reduced to a dull, faint glow. Slowly the memories of her people flickered in Midna’s mind. They needed her.
She had to go back.
Slowly Midna lifted her head, tears drying slowly on her face. Sitting up, she looked at Link again.
He would want her to go back. He fought for their freedom. He fought for her. She couldn’t waste it.
She sighed slowly, letting a last tear fall, slowly coming to terms. Closing her eyes, she lowered herself to him, caressing his face, fingers trailing his hair. Slowly she neared him, pressing a farewell kiss to his cold, dry lips.
Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Notes: Slight AU from the end of the game. Warnings that it's spoilerific, morbid and depressing.
Midna had only been alive a few minutes. But when she opened her eyes, she was surprised to not only be alive, but to see the four spirits surrounding her, and her true form returned to her. A bright, true smile came to her face when she saw that the curse had been broken, but it faded again as she turned to look down the hill, not seeing her companions below.
She ran down the hill, searching. She knew the exact location she teleported Link and Zelda to when she evacuated them from the castle; they couldn’t have been far. The setting sun dyed the ground red, hiding the blood that stained it, but not overpowering the smell.
And there she saw the battle that had taken place. As she came upon the battlefield she found Ganondorf, still standing tall. But his eyes were glazed and lifeless, his mouth hanging open, and the master sword through his heart. Midna’s face twisted in disgust at the sight, before she turned and her eyes bulged. Only a few feet away, sprawled on his back, was Link.
She scrambled to him, dropping onto her knees at his side. He was cold, and blood dyed his tunic as though it was never green. She caressed his face, feeling his neck below the jawbone.
No pulse.
It is said that when one experiences grief, they go through five stages, each fueled by a powerful emotional response.
Stage One…Denial…
“Link…” Midna whispered, running her fingers through his hair, managing a smile.
“Link, get up…it’s me…it’s Midna. You did it Link…you lifted the curse…we’ve won!”
She shook his shoulders gently.
“Wake up…it’s over now…Link? Link?!” her voice quavered a little.
Stage Two…Anger…
“This isn’t funny! Link wake up!” Midna’s hold on Link’s tunic tightened, shaking him roughly.
“Dammit Link, wake up!” she screamed, “Don’t you do this to me! You stupid farm boy, don’t you dare leave me! Wake up!”
She lifted him by the collar, shaking him still. His head lolled back, his hat falling away.
Stage Three…Bargaining…
Her hands shook as they fisted around his tunic. Slowly she released him, snaking her arms around his shoulders and clutching him close, resting his head on her bosom. Tears coating her eyes, she gazed blindly at the sky, still clinging to Link, running her hand automatically through his hair.
“Not him…” she whispered, “Goddesses, please not him…Take me instead…I should have been dead anyway, take me instead!”
She rocked back and forth, cradling the body as though he were a child. “He’s just a boy…a child…he doesn’t deserve this…Goddesses, take me instead…not him…”
Stage Four…Depression…
Her prayers were unanswered. Midna collapsed, resting Link back on the grass, and dropping her head onto his chest, her arms still around him as she sobbed into his tunic. That moment may as well have been the rest of her life, for all she cared. She was ready to stay there for eternity, to die by his side. She wasn’t going to be the one to go on if the true hero was dead.
Stage Five…Acceptance…
The sun was almost gone behind the mountains, everything reduced to a dull, faint glow. Slowly the memories of her people flickered in Midna’s mind. They needed her.
She had to go back.
Slowly Midna lifted her head, tears drying slowly on her face. Sitting up, she looked at Link again.
He would want her to go back. He fought for their freedom. He fought for her. She couldn’t waste it.
She sighed slowly, letting a last tear fall, slowly coming to terms. Closing her eyes, she lowered herself to him, caressing his face, fingers trailing his hair. Slowly she neared him, pressing a farewell kiss to his cold, dry lips.
