Rebecca didn't know what overcame her.

She knew an energy surrounded her body. A green glow cast itself around her like a net, then seemed to spread out through the Fortress' main hall.

Gerudo warriors pointed their spears at her to begin with, shouting in the language Rebecca was trying her best to understand. Then, they all stood still and stared.

Rebecca realized whatever she did wasn't normal for anyone to witness. She finally knew what had caused the Gerudos to hate her so much to point of putting her in a jail cell.

There was a power in her, something like what Sheila had except worse. It looked like it could destroy everyone. Rebecca was so sure the Gerudos were looking at her...until they weren't.

They lowered their spears at the sight of the green aura. Rebecca sensed a peace across the women.

There was even a mix of sadness in their hearts. She didn't know how or why she was able to sense how they felt, but a part of her knew that in some way, she was safe.

At least until she had to fight the man in black.

Ganondorf held Nabooru at knifepoint. He struggled to keep her in his clutches as the tip of his dagger pressed against her neck. The two witches on broomsticks and the army of men who flanked him mimicked their leader in glaring at Rebecca.

She wasn't afraid to return it. All she feared was the loss of Nabooru, who fought with one good arm to stay alive.

"That little girl," he murmured. "Are you a demon...?"

"She is far worse," said one of the witches, the one who had a red jewel attached to her brow. "This child is one of prophecy. Her coming to this world was predicted at the time of our birth!"

"Yes," said the witch with the blue jewel. "Worse than a demon she definitely is. We can conjure demons and have them bow to our might. We are greater than many facets of demonkind, save an elite few. But this girl...she stands against our will. And her power supplements this rebellion."

"Speak in simple terms," Ganondorf said. His voice seemed to grow darker than it already was, a surprising change that caused everyone in the main hall to shift uneasily—except for Rebecca.

"Simply put?"

Nabooru jerked her head away from Ganondorf's knife. She used her good arm to push against his chest, causing him to fall back. Two of his soldiers dropped their swords and caught him.

The lone wolf thief rolled toward a fallen Gerudo spear and picked it up. She glanced back at the woman who likely owned it and realized she commandeered it from Mira.

Mira's mouth was covered by the standard violet Gerudo guard veil. However, Nabooru knew that beneath the fabric there was an agape mouth, an astonished guffaw slow to admit to being wrong.

When Nabooru looked into her closest friend's eyes, she saw an approval of her actions. It was the reason why Nabooru was able to walk away with a spear in her hand, challenging Ganondorf's might once more.

"We have a duel to finish," said Nabooru. "Do we not, 'your majesty?'"

Ganondorf forced himself off the two guards who caught him. His disgust was heightened as he gestured for a sword, which was quickly delivered to him.

Like the Gerudos who persecuted Rebecca, he pointed the point at Nabooru, aiming it at her heart. Nabooru was glad Ganondorf saw what she fought and thought with.

"You've schemed against me quite well," he said. "Bringing along a child who can summon spirits from the past. I wonder what the other one can do? Would like to show me?"

"I'd like to send you to hell first."

"It will not happen. Not the way our duel initially began."

"You killed Deedra."

"And it was worth the bloodshed."

"You condemn yourself with those words. You will die for that, you sick bastard."

Suddenly, a strong grip grabbed Nabooru from behind. She turned around and was shocked to see Mira halting her friend's advance.

Mira placed a hand on Nabooru's shoulder, which was tender from the wound inflicted upon it by Ganon's dagger. Nabooru cried out, from both a sense of betrayal as well as pain. What changed?

"You forgot about this," said Mira. "That's foolish, Nabooru."

Mira looked in Ganondorf's direction. Her gaze met his and the king of thieves wore a satisfied smirk. He lowered his sword and nodded at the lieutenant, placing his free hand on his hip.

"You're wise beyond your years," said Ganondorf. "This is good. Escort her off."

"NO!"

Rebecca tried to interfere, but soldiers already surrounded her. Another surge seemed to build up in Rebecca's heart.

She felt able to unleash it, but Nabooru was in danger again. This time, there didn't seem to be an escape. However, Rebecca still waited. Rebecca hoped.

"My king," said Mira. "What you did to Deedra all those years ago was necessary. I hate saying it, but it's true. I accept your decision."

"Someone with sense," said Ganondorf. "You will be rewarded by taking Nabooru's place at this very moment. Just do me a favor...and execute her on the spot. We don't need any...disputes."

"My king...out of respect, I would like to ask you a question."

"Anything for my new general."

Nabooru was about to say one last thing to Mira, but when she looked at her, she saw it still—the approval, the admittance of wrongdoing. This was Mira's penance, her decision to make right was wrong. Nabooru suddenly thought to herself: Mira, well played. His arrogance couldn't sense it, could it?

"Great Ganondorf," Mira said. "Why did you betray the Gerudos by killing their greatest warrior next to yourself?"

Ganondorf's smile went away. He suddenly started to realize what was happening and lifted his sword again.

"Army," he said. "Prepare yourselves!"

Mira kept her eyes on Ganondorf but raised her voice so it could be heard across the entire fortress she stood in.

"Thieves of Gerudo," she shouted. "Ganondorf has an army so much unlike the one he should lead honorably. He strays from his people—from us! He strays from his own ways, the ways made right by the kings before him. He betrays our every value."

Ganondorf aimed at Mira's heart. It was good that he knew what all the Gerudos fought and thought with. "If you know what's best for you, girl, keep your mouth shut!"

Mira was deaf to his commands, at long last. "He deemed our loyal sister Nabooru expendable. He murdered our beloved Deedra. Is that who we are? Expendable? Only worthy enough to waste away as if we were nothing?"

"NO!" The Gerudos shouted in unison. They faced the hooded army spitefully, ready for what couldn't be stopped.

"Do you carry Gerudo blood in your veins?" Mira asked her sisters.

"YES!"

"What do you represent, Gerudo warriors? One man—or a nation?"

"WE REPRESENT OURSELVES!"

"Then let's remember who we are." Mira let go of Nabooru's spear. "Do you want to do the honors, sister? I can take over, but you've been fighting me for a good minute. You could have broken out of my hold, even if it weren't a ruse."

"I'm good for it."

Nabooru's wound was numb in a good way. She could ignore it until the battle was finished, until Ganondorf was vanquished and defeated by the very people he thought he could control.

"Ganondorf," she said. "As I said before and will say for the last time; you are no longer fit to be king of our nation. Get. The. HELL. Out. GERUDOS!" A collection of spears were already pointed at the hooded army. "CHARGE!"

And so a battle began. The fortress' main hall was cluttered with clashing warriors. They jousted with spears and swords alike, bringing about chaos.

Shouts rang in the air like bells, each holler a declaration of war. Rebecca trembled with fear for Nabooru, wondering how she would be able to find her alive and well in the midst of it all.

The soldiers looked ready to hurt Rebecca, but several Gerudo warriors were quick to defend her. They took the hooded soldiers out with their spears, casting them aside as soon as they were vanquished.

One of the Gerudo soldiers rushed Rebecca upstairs. When Rebecca and the warrior were safe, the warrior took off her veil, revealing herself to be MIra.

"Kid," she said. "What you did was stupid."

"I'm sorry," said Rebecca. "But...I felt something bad out here. You were all afraid of it. I had to see who it was."

"Yes, well...you were a big help, weren't you?"

"I said I was sorry."

"So am I." Mira placed a hand on Rebecca's face, offering a smile on top of the apology. "You're a good girl. You're not a demon. You're full of power I don't understand...and it's terrifying. But it's not the evil kind. If it were, it wouldn't have scared Ganondorf."

Rebecca felt a great weight lift itself from her shoulders as Mira reconciled with her. She wanted to charge the soldier and give her a hug, though that would have been the strangest thing to do at this moment.

The time would have been bad, given everything that was happening in the main hall. Rebecca kept still and was glad to gain the trust.

"You need to go back to the medical wing," said Mira. "Nabooru would have my head if anything were to happen to you. Look after Ishtar and the voe while you're at it."

Rebecca didn't move for a moment. She only thought of Nabooru and the other Gerudos down below. The clash of swords against spears ensued.

"But..." Rebecca began saying.

"I made an order," Mira said sharply. "And it's for your protection. The one time I show you kindness, you still push back against us? Please, I want to save your life now. Go back."

Rebecca nodded and moved in the direction of the medical hall. She heard Mira's hurried footsteps charging back to battle.

But Nabooru was wounded. The Gerudos were starting to become the same way.

Mira was heading into the conflict—and Rebecca wanted to prove to her that everything she thought about her and Trevor was a lie. Rebecca liked proving people wrong.

Rebecca charged back toward the main hall. The battle seemed to go back in the way of the hooded soldiers.

They cornered many Gerudo thieves, suggesting grim outcomes if nothing was done for the women soon. It was all due to one new element. The witches on brooms had recovered from their shock at the situation.

They were powerful old women. One of them emitted streams of ice from her fingertips, disarming women or, even worse, covering them in a cold tomb. Rebecca was shocked to see what happened to the women after they were encased in ice.

The other one shot out flames. Gerudo women were badly burned and others had to beat the flames off their skin.

When they laughed, Rebecca froze; they were women who haunted her dreams, bringing her to a place of fear on many nights. This time had been predicted in her nightmares.

Rebecca needed to face it. The witches looked in Nabooru's direction. Mira was by her side.

The Gerudo warriors were getting cornered and Ganondorf had recovered in the battle as well. This battle was about to end...and it was Rebecca's job to stop it. She had to stop it.

The surge was building in her chest again. She needed to channel whatever was hidden in there.

Rebecca balled her hands into fists and thought hard about what caused the green energy to come out. Was it a wish? Was it a thought? Magic words? She didn't know.

Then, she heard a voice. It was hard to understand. The voice spoke the same words as the Gerudo women.

There was something beautiful about the voice, something that caused Rebecca's heart to sway. <Little Bird>, it kept on saying. <Little Bird.>

She heard the hooded soldiers cry out. The green aura came back and this time everyone was affected. Even the witches fell off their brooms, sprawled across the sandstone floor of the main hall.

The soldiers looked in Rebecca's direction. A few moved forward but were cautious. Her power terrified them. Rebecca grinned to know they couldn't best her without facing a possible doom.

Rebecca was the perfect distraction. The Gerudos charged the hooded soldiers, striking them down with their spears and swords.

Ganondorf engaged Nabooru and Rebecca's heart was caught in her throat. She didn't want to see someone she had come to care about go away.

But relief came quickly.

Nabooru flitted Ganondorf's sword away, pressing the point to his neck. She gave a smirk that mimicked the former Gerudo King's moments before and seemed to forget about her wound.

"Are you willing to die for your cause?" she asked.

Ganondorf didn't answer. He looked as if he were about to surrender, but Rebecca noticed a glow around his hand. It was a dark purple that swirled around his fingers.

"NABOORU!" Rebecca shouted.

When the lone wolf thief noticed the glow, she moved back. A third surge came up and Rebecca saw what instilled the soldiers with fear; the image of a fierce warrior holding a sword and shield.

Her face was masked, but her eyes were full of a determined valor. This valor protected Nabooru and the other Gerudos when Ganondorf attacked. It did the same when the witch with the blue jewel shot a wall of ice between their ranks and that of the battle's victors.

"Forgive us our lord," said the witches. "But we advise you to retreat!"

Ganondorf kept his eyes on Nabooru, Mira and the others. However, he seemed to accept this advice and stormed off, following his fleeing legion out of the fortress.

No one dared to glance at Rebecca, though she sensed a side glance from Ganondorf as he left. It was a warning. Rebecca shivered at the veiled threat, but at the same time wanted to see him again for vengeance.

When the spirit faded, the Gerudos cheered. They raised their weapons in victory as Nabooru and Mira went up the stairs toward Rebecca. Nabooru picked Rebecca up and gave her the biggest hug.

"You disobedient fool!" said Nabooru. "You saved us all."

"Yes," said Mira with great displeasure. "She did disobey us."

"I had to help you," said Rebecca. "You would have lost without me."

Mira rolled her eyes. "I think I'm upset that I owe you both an apology and a debt," she admitted. "You...you're definitely a warrior in the making. As I said...you have a power that's divine. You could become the greatest of us all, if you wanted."

Mira took out a key and found the slot where it needed to be entered. After turning it, the shackles fell from Rebecca's wrists. The same thing happened when Mira unlocked Rebecca's anklets.

Soon, all of her restraints were strewn across the ground, grafting themselves to no one.

Rebecca grinned and looked down at the Gerudos. All their eyes were on her. It made Rebecca feel strange, being put on the spot with every stare that went in her direction.

The army of thieves raised their weapons in the air, as if to offer tribute. One of the thieves shouted above the rest:

"To the legacy of Deedra!"

The army repeated the phrase before evolving into a chorus of cheers. They clapped their hands, raised their fists and made enthusiastic banter with each other.

Nabooru and Mira grinned down at the crowd, overjoyed at what was happening. They looked over at Rebecca and gave her their own applause.

"You have admirers," joked Mira. "No one here will like me anymore."

Nabooru clapped her closest friend on the back. "I still like you."

"Well, you're you. They're all of the Gerudos. And their eyes are on this one."

Rebecca couldn't contain her embarrassment. She blushed and looked away from the crowd, overwhelmed by their enchantment. When the thoughts about their adoration died down, Rebecca thought about what they said.

"Nabooru? Mira?" The women looked at Rebecca. "What did they mean by what they said? About the legacy of Deedra?"

The thieves looked at each other then at the girl before them. Nabooru was the one to speak up.

"A long time ago...there was a great woman who led us all aside from Ganondorf. Her name was Deedra. She's the reason why we're all so skilled. I loved her like a sister. We all did...and we're glad that we gained a little justice for her."

"But why am I called a legacy?"

Nabooru paused before answering. "Because," she said. "You have her spirit...and far more than you could ever know."

The words stuck with Rebecca as the celebration continued.