Chapter 45

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"That fool!" cried Nayru, seeing Din chase after Oni as he tried to lead them away from the Temple. She stomped her foot, cracking the floor. "She's falling into his traps all over again."

She turned away from the entrance and went to the corner where the shadow was pushing himself up.

"But I won't," she said, grabbing the prince and tearing him away from the shadow, throwing him like a useless doll to the floor. She then grabbed the shadow and pulled his face up so he would look at him.

"Farore, where are you hiding?" she asked. "I know you can hear me. It's time you stand up for us."

Dark growled, and stomped his feet over the shadow that casted Zelda's body. The shadow awoke at once, raising to hold Nayru in a chokehold and pulling her away from Dark.

Dark called forth the shadows of all the monsters in the temple, raising them to contain the goddess. This was the weapon Impa had given him, and it was more than he could have bargained for.

Nayru shrieked in rage, tearing the shadows away from her. She couldn't push them away, as her power went through them, and Dark saw his moment. He pulled Sheik up and dragged him away. He had a half full red potion he had snatched from the castle before Impa sent him there, so he pulled it from his pocket and poured it into Sheik's mouth.

"Come on, wake up. If you spit it I'm gonna slap you," he hissed through his teeth, trying to will his hands to stop shaking.

The whole temple shook with Nayru's power, and Dark knew that they would not hold her back for long. But Sheik had enough power to transport them away, so he had better wake up fast.

A wall crumbled nearby, and Nayru stepped through. The shadows around her reached out with a thousand dark, clawed hands to stop her, but they could not hold her back.

"I will tear you apart and present you in pieces to him. That will be just as good," said Nayru with a smirk. She stepped forth, when the lights from the torches flickered in the room, and the shadows retreated.

"Zelda," said Impa's voice, echoing all around. "I know you're still there. Keep fighting Zelda!"

At the center, in front of Nayru, materialized Impa, all in black, with only a few streaks of gray through her hair.

Sheik coughed and opened his eyes. "M-mother?" he asked, blinking.

Dark pulled him up and let him lean all his weight on him. "Finally. Get us out of here," he said.

"Where are- what is-? Mom?! What happened to you?!"

"Sheik I'm serious, we have to get out of here!"

But Impa wasn't looking at them. She focused completely on Zelda's cold purple eyes.

Nayru lifted an eyebrow at her. "What a nuisance," she said. "You should not be allowed a physical form. Fade away with the other souls into the death world."

She lifted a hand at her. And froze.

A flash of blue passed through Nayru's eyes. Just a second.

Impa turned to Sheik and Dark. "Go away! Sheik, run!" she shouted.

A flash of purple filled the room.

"Burn!" yelled Nayru, as purple flames surrounded her. They seemed to burn away all color from Zelda's body. Her bright blonde hair turned completely white, and even her skin lost all color. Only the purple of Nayru's eyes remained.

Dark shook Sheik's shoulders. "Get us out of here Sheik! Now!"

Sheik gasped, and blinked away the tears in his eyes as he casted the spell that should take them back to the temple of time in a flash.

Sheik gasped, and blinked away the tears in his eyes as he casted the spell that should take them back to the temple of time in a flash

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