"Perhaps this task is harder than it seems. She should have returned by now," Ganondorf said, angrily to himself. "Why in the world would she come back to you ugly?" replied a strange, but familiar voice. Senna stood in a balcony, high above the evil kings throne. Surprisingly, she was followed by Tedra, one of Zelda's maids. "And who are you to tell me what to do?" Ganondorf spat viciously. "No matter," he smirked, “you’ll soon be dead."
"Wait!" Link shouted as he and Zelda entered the massive room. The dark, stonewalled room echoed with his call Link noticed as he shouted towards Senna and Tedra, who were about to attack. "Zelda, why is this boy not dead?" Ganondorf hissed. "Because I decided to change my mind, now, I'm focused on killing you!" she yelled at the Gerudo. Senna and Tedra drew their swords. Link handed Zelda his sword and equipped his sword, the master sword and his shield. "ATTACK!" Ganondorf yelled at the top of his lungs. The fires of hell flared in his large yellow eyes. A young man about Link's age walked in as the battle began.
Thousands of creatures, Stalfo, Lizalfo, Gerudo, and other people and demons appeared and some came charging at him. His name was Solo, he was one of the cooks in Hyrule castle, and he was unarmed. “Solo, catch!” Senna shouted at the cook as she threw her gleaming sword at him. He threw his hand up quickly, catching the hilt of the sword, sweat forming on his palm. He charged the creatures.
Stalfo advanced on Link, and with one quick slash, its head was on the ground, rolling away from its master. Other members of the castle began to regain their sanity and joined the great battle. Tedra swung her sword furiously and stabbed a Lizalfo through its heart. She jumped off the high balcony and landed on Gerudo, her sword through its head. She raced towards Ganondorf, who was seated on his throne, to bring about his downfall. As she stared him in the eye, he smiled. They were rather close, her sword was against his throat. “Anything to say?” she asked bitterly. “Goodbye,” he replied.
A Stalfo appeared behind her and its rusty, giant knife ripped through her paling body. The Stalfo removed its sword from her body and moved on to others. She fell to her knees, gasping for breath. She placed her hand over her wound. Blood trickled down her cold fingers. She became dizzy and fell to the ground, struggling with every breath. “Tedra!” Zelda cried. She raced to her friend’s side. A Lizalfo blocked her path, but she easily destroyed it casting an arrow between its eyes. Blood flowed freely from Tedra’s white body. Zelda knelt beside her dying friend. No. She knelt beside her dead friend.