-The blood of the King on my hands.
The throne of this land mine to rule from.
The people of this land my obedient slaves.
The mark of Power itself on my right hand.
But it is not enough.
I want more.
I want what all men with power want:
More power.

~The corpse of my enemy’s phantom at my feet.
Its black blood on my sword’s pure blade.
By its death, the curse on this Temple has been lifted.
The mark of Courage on my right hand glows softly.
I have a sense, however small, of victory.
But it is not enough.
I want more.
I want to kill my real enemy, and look into his eyes as he dies.
I want to rescue my one love from his evil grasp,
and finally be able to live in peace.
With her.

*My enemy; the enemy of my people lies dead.
His black fortress lies in ruins.
My hero, my one love stands over his monstrous corpse.
He lowers his weapon,
his shoulders slumping as one who has just scaled a lofty peak.
The mark of Wisdom pulsates on my right hand.
A heavenly golden light surrounds us, and suddenly,
we are standing in the clouds.
It is over.
But it is not enough.
I want more.
I want for us to stay like this.
I want for us to be together, forever.
But I know that it is not meant to be.
I know that I must send him back.
As he presses the Ocarina into my hands,
he looks past my eyes and into my soul.
I return his gaze, and begin to play.
As he fades away into the distance,
a single tear flows down my cheek.
I don’t want him to go.
I want to stay.
With him.

-~*I want…

-Power…

~To be with her…

*To be with him…

-~*I want…