Red, Blue, Green, Violet,

'Come on, Green!'

Link looked up at another one of himself. Physically his copy in every way, the quick-tempered, blue-tuniced version of him waited at the top of a staircase. Link, or Green as the other 'Links' called him, had finally saved the princess and was about to replace the legendary Four Sword. Doing so would make him one being again, and the other three, Blue, Red, and Vio, would essentially cease to exist.

Green wasn't sure he was ready for that.

He sighed. He knew, of course, that he couldn't keep the others around forever. He'd always known. It didn't make the separation hurt any less, though.

With a quiet grunt, Green pushed himself to his feet and climbed up the staris toward the others. They'd been waiting for him. He looked around at his mirror images, feeling another pain deep in his heart. They weren't him. They were separate, complex, beautiful Hylians that he had grown to love. They were his friends, and he was wiping them from existance.

"Hey... It's okay Green."

Red. Trust the most innocent one of the group to be the first to sense Green's unease.

"Yes. This was the obvious outcome from the beginning. Do not despair."

Vio.

"Come on dork, get over yourself!... I don't wanna be the reason you go and cry..."

Even Blue.

"I... I just..." Green gripped the hilt of the Four Sword, looking down at the blade that had split him into four. "I don't want to say goodbye." His hands shook, his grip so great that his knuckles turned white.

The other three surrounded him, pressing close. Red grabbed Green's hand, while Vio rubbed his arm for comfort. Blue hugged him tightly from behind. Green shut his eyes, desperate to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. "You guys... You're gunna make me cry..."

Another hand rested on his shoulder, and Green looked to see Princess Zelda herself. "Link." She said quietly. "It's time."

Green nodded. He understood.

He walked to the altar where the Four Sword would be put to rest and raised the blade above its holding place. As he prepared to plunge the sword down, one thought repeated in his mind. "I don't want to say goodbye."

Something, somewhere heard Green's prayer. And it answered.