100 TC - Dying

Life was slowly draining away from me; so painstakingly slow. I could see nothing but the ground while Link ran, taking me to where I had asked. Princess Zelda. Since he couldn't speak, I would function as a translator. My time on this world was slowly coming to an end, and he knew it. Animal insticts, I'd call it.

"L... Link... Hurry," I murmured.

His pace seemed to quicken, but then it slackened, only to speed up again. He was working himself to death. For me. If speaking hadn't caused me so much pain, I would've told him not to work himself so hard.

The rain became little daggers on my skin, hurting every time one tiny drop hit my bare flesh. I couldn't tell hot from cold anymore, and I wasn't sure if I was warmer than the rain or it was the other way around. My senses were growing duller, and I couldn't tell up from down. Suddenly, the world began to spin, but then it stopped and I realized Link had just done a spin attack by the dead Moblin lying nearby. My beast had spared a life, ending it quickly and painlessly, unlike Zant had done to me. How I longed for the strength to go and rip him limb from limb...

It was becoming harder and harder to breathe, but I had to keep going. For Link. For Zelda. For all of this world.