Unending Strings
The one place no one can protect you
Is inside your dreams
But what happens when
One of your enemies
Attacks you in your dreams?
What can you do?
Are you in control of your dreams?
But what if a spinner enters your dream?
What can you do if you're at the mercy
Of your foe?
Set in Ocarina of Time,
Before the Spirit Temple,
Right after the Shadow Temple,
Where the secrets of Hyrule's bloody past lies
And behind every door
Rests an unraveled reality?
This is the story
(Rated for language, violence, and situations...)
(Your personal hell is coming...
Don't fear the Weaver)
2390849238753497510917
Unending Strings
"The One Who Waits In Dreams..."
If you need top leave the world you live in
Lay your head down and stay awhile
Though you may not remember dreaming
Something waits for you to breathe again
The Shadow Temple had been harrowing. Around every corner was another putrid corpse of a soldier, of a woman, of an unlucky child. Bodies were suspended from the ceiling and old, rank blood was spattered all over. There were rotting skulls with sunken eyes and some bore expressions of fear as well. The undead and the vile monsters that had made the temple their home were no better than those who had been granted eternal rest.
Needless to say, Link's nerves were shattered.
His hands shook when not firmly holding something. He seemed constantly on edge, stopping in the middle of a conversation to glance around and listen for some sound of the dead returning. He constantly appeared distant, as if reliving those ghastly memories that were still all too recent. He hadn't slept since he descended into the unspeakable gloom of the temple, resisting.
But finally, during a brief visit to Lon Lon Ranch, Link collapsed due to fatigue. Malon moved him to a bed, and closed the door to the room, hoping he would sleep in peace.
In this dream, Link stood on a small disk of light. He looked around him, praying that there would be nothing to take him away. With the recent imaged of the Shadow Temple weighing heavily on his mind, he glanced around him. At first, there was only darkness.
But then, in another disk of light...
"Saria!" Link shouted, knowing that at least there was something in the dream to keep him from losing it.
But the instant he stepped off the light towards her, he fell. In the darkness, something thin, like wire or fishing line wrapped around his arms and legs. He was stripped of his sword and shield. More lines wrapped around his waist and chest from all directions. He was suspended, like a fly in a web. He prayed that this was just his own mind.
"Little boy, are you always like this?" An adolescent girl's voice asked.
"Who are you!" Link shouted.
A white light flickered on around him. He found that he was bound by thin black strings or wires, he didn't know which. It was like he was in a web, like an insect at the mercy of a spider. He felt a vibration on one of the strings and looked into its direction, before him.
There was a girl, a teenager. She had golden-brown hair tied back in a braid. She wore a red shirt that cut off above her stomach. She wore thin, elliptical, black-framed glasses. One eye was black and the other was white. There was a black mark, like a tear-line or a shooting star tattooed out of the corner of her white eye. She wore a black choker and black arm-warmers. She wore pants that hugged her hips, butt, and toned thighs...but were loose and long below the knee. She had no navel, and there were entwining black tattoos in its place. Countless wires were entwined in her fingers, shooting off in all directions.
She stood barefoot on a single wire, smiling almost innocently at the captive Hylian. She gave him no answer.
"Who are you! Answer me damnit!" Link demanded, struggling in the wire. The girl smiled again, answering this time.
"I am one of Ganondorf's minions. The Spinner of Reality. The Spider-Creature. The Dream Merger. All those names are me. But the Great King simply calls me The Weaver." She said.
Link watched in amazement and horror as she moved her hands faster than his eyes could follow. An image of the reality appeared before him. Weaver moved her hands again and the reality was ripped to shreds.
"What the hell!"
"I just created a world, and then I destroyed it." She said, walking closer on the single wire.
Link struggled. With one flick of her forefinger, the strings around his arms became stiff, restricting his movement. The Weaver moved closer.
"You are now trapped here. I may come and go as I please, but you are trapped in this world." She said, caressing Link's mortified face in her hands.
Link wanted to pull away, to shrink back and get away. If this person could enter his dreams, what was keeping her from bringing Ganondorf into his mind and destroying him?
Weaver looked deep into Link's blue eyes. She absorbed his emotions, his growing fear and uncertainty. She traced her cold fingers over his cheek. He recoiled. She came closer, coming cheek to cheek with him. He winced, wanting to be away. She smiled, no longer innocent but malicious.
She kissed him, her tongue like some invader in his mouth. She slid one of her legs between his, and her hands worked their craft pf binding him tighter. She pulled from his mouth and caressed his face again. The alarm and panic was rising. She grinned this time, gently kissed his forehead and vanished...leaving Link frightened and alone.
Weaver appeared before a great black throne. She dropped to one knee respectfully before the Great King of Evil. He rose from the throne and walked to her.
"Report." He said coldly.
"I have him. He is trapped in his nightmare world. Afraid, vulnerable and yet aware." She said in a ghostly voice.
She rose to her feet, eyes at the floor. Ganondorf's hand gently stroked her face. She flinched. His hand moved through her hair before venturing under her shirt. She winced, but didn't make a sound as he touched her. He pulled her close to him, and she became like a rag doll. She stood limp and lifeless as he touched her more, undoing her belt and molesting her more. She bit her tongue and sent her own mind far away.
Somewhere where she could be free...
324903890248903489745879457983421
And it has begun...
Next chapter to come...