Behold, the curse of a true mage!






His sullen eyes were wide upon hearing Link’s challenge. The boy’s voice denied all others and thus the Deity was only focused upon the words and the blade that stood in the way of him and his victory. He was vaguely aware of the others’ rapid actions, but not as conscious as he was of the intensity within that boy’s harsh blue eyes. Those eyes threatened to rip him apart perhaps more than the steel of his blade. Forget the Oracle, this was far more interesting.

The Deity grinned maliciously at Link’s threat. The boy certainly had courage, but there was something different about him. His entire aura seemed altered…

I see your deal has taken its toll on your demeanor...but I wonder if it has effected your fighting skills. So tell me, should I kill your friends first and leave you and I to do battle…or shall we go some place private to fight? Your call.”

Dins’ rage rose a bit, and she shot a rather stern glare at the Zora Princess before continuing her concentration. She’d talk to her afterward. Have a few words. Debating how successful the battle was, maybe something more than words. She shook those thoughts out of her mind for the time being, the power being channeled into the Rod of Seasons reminding her all to well of what would happen if she lost control. It was..less lenient than the Medallion about what it was being forced to do. This was not it’s duty, and it was being more than a little temperamental over it.

So the Oracles’ hands went from freezing cold to blistering heat where she held the Rod of Seasons, which begrudgingly took the energy channeled into it. She took several deep breaths, watching the Deity through the barrier. She would have shouted words of encouragement to Vaati, but there was too much of a risk. She closed her eyes for a moment, praying to the Goddesses to protect her and her friends.

Link had his eyes locked on the Deity, ignoring everything else happening on the battlefield. He grinned as the Deity accepted his challenge, but the grin vanished when he announced the terms.

Link only faltered for a moment, regaining his wits so quickly it was practically imperceptible. Of course he couldn’t separate himself from the others, which meant to couldn’t choose either of the paths the Deity had proposed. But there was a third option that might satisfy them both.

‘Why bother?’ the Hero that was no longer quite the Hero smirked, raising his hand and calling forth a towering wall of golden forcefields to surround himself and the Deity. All of the others on the battlefield, the mask salesman included, were closed out. Just before the barrier sealed, he looked to Din and said simply, ‘Gaž arp sae,’ before turning back to the Deity.

‘Is this suitable?’ he asked nonchalantly, gesturing broadly at the improved arena.

Midna ducked her head against Ruto’s shrill cry. Ugh. This was going to be beautiful, she thought, briefly looking between Din and the Sage. But then, who ever said fire and water got along?
Not like Midna could talk about the Zora’s method. She’d called Link an idiot many times before, though not in that way.

She could feel the shift in the air, like a convulsing spiral, of the Sages’ power feeding the Rod of Seasons. Then there was a shuffle. Midna replaced her hands to steady the shield against the battering wind and peered over her shoulder. Ah, good. Din had the Rod. Now maybe she could dash in and—

“So tell me, should I kill your friends first and leave you and I to do battle…or shall we go some place private to fight? Your call.”

Her eyes widened further. She opened her mouth to shout something, but a particularly harsh band of wind rocked the shield and she had to steel herself. First, the Deity’s request was probably a trap, and second, if Link’s remaining faculties even thought about leaving them right now, she was going to wail on him when he got back!
 If he got back…

“Why bother?”

Midna let out a heavy sigh—good, good good—but the relief was a small respite. In the second it took her to look down, she saw a flash of gold, and snapped her head up again. Oh…oh no. No. Midna knew these shields, and what was worse…they were impenetrable by physical or immaterial forms alike.

“Link don’t!” she shouted.

“Is this suitable?” 

Midna’s true hands sustained her shield’s energy, but she lost herself enough that her plait balled itself up into a fist and pounded the sand behind her. The shadow flickered.

She barely registered the Gerudo-speak, though by now—even with all she had said before, at the Oasis—she wasn’t surprised. Midna gritted her teeth and then yelled again.

Enpeh ahwohn sisahduner, twilah! Toid!

Ruto was lost in concentration when the Deity’s words cut through the spiraling energy. Her eyes grew wide in horror as she saw Link bring up a golden barrier around him and the Deity alone. Judging by Midna’s reaction, there was no way anything was getting through that barrier. Link was on his own.

“I hope you all know what you’re doing,” Ruto said in despair. She felt useless just sitting here, hiding behind a barrier while others were outside in the fray.

“I guess I am like my mother,” Ruto chuckled to herself, “trying to be a warrior. I’d much rather die a warrior’s death than cowering behind a shield.”

But Ruto dared not move, for fear of messing up Din’s plans as well as getting chewed out again. “There must be more that we can do, cause honestly this isn’t looking so good,” Ruto said to the group, biting her lip.

Vaat saw the golden barrier rise. Where did he learn to do that?! Vaati thought but quickly dismissed the thought when he realized what this meant. He lifted his head and let out a hysterical bout of laughter. “Perhaps,” the mage said. “I won’t be the one to kill this hero. Perhaps he’ll just kill himself!”