The gods willed him to live. The gods graced him to defy death. Midna wanted to laugh and scoff all at once. It sounded like nonsense. What kind of gods would dare do that? The same gods who birthed immense power and created the world, leaving behind only a legacy and stories of divine Heroes.

"Why would the gods choose anyone like you? Power hungry, incorrigible, and avaricious to the very bone." Midna shook her head and indulged in a long drink from her glass of wine. "That power would be better put to use if it had been given to someone like me." Even better, Zelda. But between her and Ganondorf, Midna was certain she was the more appropriate choice.