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Kamau breathed heavily, kneeling on the floor. He used his sword to hold himself up. His whole body hurts. Tears are running down his face and he tries to catch his breath. This wasn’t supposed to end this way. Good is destined to win against evil. Why aren’t they winning?
Most of the others lie on the ground, unmoving. They haven’t moved for a while, have they? Kamau wants to beg, beg them to move but no sound leaves his lips.
Warriors gives his best fighting Dark Link, but even his moves falter, while Dark Link only grows stronger.
Kamau needs to help him. He sees the Master Sword lying besides its unmoving master. He needs it.
Slowly he crawls across the floor, trying to move as fast without Dark Link noticing him. He tries so hard.
Why aren’t they winning? The Heroes of Courage are destined to win against the dark.
He fought against Ganondorf and won when he was sixteen.
He defeated Majora when he was nine.
He fought alongside Warriors when he was eleven.
Why is he losing now at nineteen, while fighting with eight other Links against Dark Link?
A shout rips Kamau away from his thoughts.
The captain lies on the ground, unmoving like the others, Dark Link above him with a bloody sword.
Kamau wants to rage, wants to scream and cry, but he needs to get to the Master Sword.
He wasn’t any help in the battle. If he had trained more… if he were better.
If he had time overcoming his problems before meeting the others.
It was his fault. They focused so much on him.
All of them needed more time.
If he had trusted them more…
If he had told them who he was…
If he hadn’t made it about him…
It was ironic. The Hero of Time didn’t have enough time and now all Hyrules are doomed because of it.
“I should stop you, shouldn’t I?” A smoky voice chuckled, “Where would be the fun in that though? Get the sword. Show me how great the Hero of Time is without his fairy companion.”
Dark Link moves across the battlefield, looking down at the unmoving heroes.
“A pity, really. I thought all of you would be a challenge. I guess I was mistaken.”
He moved faster than Kamau was crawling.
He needed more time….
More time… more time… more time…
Time… time… time.. time…
The steps behind him grow faster and faster.
Link grabbed the Master Sword and his whole world turned into a blending light.
“Hero of Time…”
Hylia...
“I can bring the other heroes back…”
Link would do anything, he needed them. He wanted Warriors back, and Twilight, Hyrule, Wind, the others. He wanted them back. He heard a faint ticking noise.
“I give you more time, another chance.”
He had to do it. He was a child of destiny. He couldn’t let Dark Link win. He needed to be Hylia’s hero. Link had no over choice. (When did he ever have a choice?)
“You return to your time and await the others for their return. They will be reset.”
“No…”, he whispered, his eye(s) widened. Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks. The others wouldn’t remember him. Why did he have to live through this again? He would be forgotten. This was his terrible fate. His fate to be the forgotten hero.
“No, no nononononono, everything but this. Please,” he sobbed.
The ticking noise got louder and louder until he could barely hear the voice of the goddess.
“Good luck, Link”
It was the middle of the night and Link opened his eye.