I realize I have absolutely no right to ask any of you to review... I know I deleted this story twice before but again I am posting it. This time I will finish. I apologize, I really didn't think I would get any where with this story, I couldn't get a decent chapter out for a while so I discontinued it. But its here... AGAIN and will be finished. Ill post the second chapter in three days, then the newer chapters will be slower to update. Reviews would be highly appreciated. Thank you and please enjoy.
~Remembrance~
Link, like many other mornings had woken up with a hand on his heart, sweat beading off his forehead, and jagged pants forcing their way out his mouth. He was still dreaming of that awful night, though it happened three whole months ago.
Link groaned as he slowly began to realize he was no longer in the situation he'd been dreaming of. He sat up in his bed, staring at the area in front of him. His eyes were clouded and half lidded, it was as if his body was present but soul had moved on.
Its been like this for some time now. After saving the world and all the peaceful creatures on it, Link had been- distant from most people. His life was now a long routine, he'd wake up, eat, maybe talk to a few people here and there, and wander around.
Wandering, that was a big one for Link. A look in the eyes could tell you that he had experienced something unimaginable to the ignorant Skyloftians causing him to remain distant. There had even been quiet whisperings from the towns people that every once in a while the Hero would be seen drifting away in the middle of the night to rest on a little island located above the lake in town. No one confronted him about it, it was something the people had mutually agreed on, to leave the boy alone during those times.
Now was one of those times. Link got up, tired of sleeping for the nightmares refused to stop coming. Walking to the mirror he stopped, stared at his reflection, and subconsciously touched the area under his crystal blue eye.
A diamond. A perfectly hideous mark.
Besides his nightmares, it was the only proof of those miserable, miserable days. Reflecting back on it, he could still feel the pain, all the agony. He had been captured for a four horrid days. Those days were filled with his screams, blood, and most of his sanity. They were days he was forced to remember.
It started at the heat filled volcano, named Edlin Providence. Though he had been on his Goddess given quest for a bit of time he was still, sadly admitting, a novice at hero work. It had been forty-five minutes since his arrival to the foreign land and Link was still looking for something he strangely misplaced, his pouch. Without the items in it, he couldn't get past the enormous bolder that just so happened to be sitting on the pathway he needed to take.
It was afternoon now, or at least what Link assumed to be the afternoon, the bight lava threatening to harshly burn anyone who dared step on the wrong areas made everything exceedingly bight causing the hero to be unaware of the minutes that quickly passed by and the clouds obscuring his view of the sky didn't help either.
With intense heat blaring on Links wool tunic, chain mail that felt as if it would burn any bare skin it came in contact with, the lack of more-than-eight-hours sleep, and his search for his things, made him increasingly tired.
The green spot on the red area began to stagger, the temperature taking its toll on the now dehydrated boy. Causing him to stumble into a deserted camp tent, the slightest difference in the air made evident to Link as he stopped to rest for a second.
Cold... This place is freezing, Link thought to himself as he balled up to gain some warmth. It slowly began to dawn on him. Why is it so cold when I'm on a volcano?
The boy shot up, taking a good look of his surroundings. When he realized this wasn't a place he was familiar with he quickly reached for his sword, only for his hand to grasp air. His eyes grew big and panic started bubbling up inside of him. He looked around the room looking for at least some clues on his dispersed items. But the room was pitch black, Link couldn't see his own hand in front of his face.
Walking around practically blind, hoping he wouldn't stumble on something dangerous or run into any Bobklins, his hand grazed something cold causing him to flinch away, only to reach out for it again with hope of escape. It seemed like a bar but why would a bar randomly be placed here?
Like a north magnet finding its south, the realization of being caged in came to Link. The boy in green was growing more fearful by the second.
Whoosh!
The sudden noise of rushing wind caused Link to cower back in fear, given the fact that he couldn't handle being seen without a shield let alone, without a sword, by the enemy.
The room, the fear filled hero was in became slightly brighter as dark purple, diamond shaped flames lit up on the torches hanging high on the walls. Then there was a loud echo of a snap, a man had made his self apparent.
The strange white attire with multiple diamond cut outs showing his pale skin in many different areas, a gold belt with a giant red gem hanging onto his slim waist, those dark black eyes and that prefect white hair that covered an ear, leaving the other exposed along with a glistering pure blue diamond earring. It was Ghirahim, an agent of Demise himself.
As a subordinate for Demise would be, Ghirahim was a ruthless, heartless, sadist. Link had met him once before when he battled him in the forest temple. The boy knew that if Ghirahim really wanted to, he could of sliced him to shreds the day they met, sadly he wasn't promised the same kindness this time
Then there's a blur, Link for whatever reason could only remember bits and pieces after this. He remembers provoking Ghirahim, in which he quickly learned not to do, of course after he was reminded with pain that he was completely unarmed and defenseless.
There was questioning and many fulfilled threats.
He remembered refusing to cooperate with the white haired mans demands. The slashing at his skin and clothing, his eyes becoming watery and his once green tunic becoming a wine red.
It only stopped when Link was near death simply because Ghirahim needed or rather wanted him alive. It was a eye opener to Link about his quest. That was only the first day.
From the second day Link remembered still having strength in him although a great bit of what he had was lost. He continued refusing to surrender to Ghirahim's orders. In reply to Link's still going courage, Ghirahim had made sure to scar him, making this a time he'll never forget. Muttering the things the boy hadn't dared to dwell on. To the point where tears were shed on Link's part.
He still remembers the things that were said that night, how could he not? He dreams of them.
He recalls the third day as pure misery. Link was battered and bruised, he was beginning to lose his unbreakable spirit, he was beginning to lose his mind. He started questioning where his loyalty should lie, his mind tearing him into two different directions. He was left alone this day, he supposes his mind was his affiliation or his body was too broken for Ghirahim to continue to try getting information, at least for that day. Though no physical harm was done to him this day, he had received mental damage and it hurt just as bad and left a scar that was much worse.
Then there was the last day. This day unlike the others Link remembered in extreme detail. He woke up trying to prepare himself for what he knew was to come, of course to no avail. Ghirahim had teleported into the cell where he was being held. A frown upon his face, Ghirahim's very presence was a bad sign for Link but he also seemed annoyed which made things worse for the abused hero.
"Skychild, have you decided to accept my proposal yet? Or am I going to get to enjoy your agony yet again?" Ghirahim asked impatience seeded in his words and a smirk forming on his lips.
There was silence.
"Don't make me ask again Child"
"I can't do it" Link whispered. "I wont do it!" He shouted as loud as he could, though with all the previous injuries received, it was obvious Link had no breath to do so.
Ghirahim frowned and shook his head "To think Skychild your doing this for that impudent girl. Oh how the Goddess has gained yet another fool!" He spat, his voice clearly stating his hatred for the Goddess incarnate.
Link didn't answer and his capability to think properly was fading fast. "Skychild" Ghirahim sang, it was all it took to jerk Link out of his thoughts. Another bad sign.
Ghirahim's hand seemed to move in slow motion as he brought it up to snap. There appeared a small black dagger with a little red jewel on it, similar to the one on his gold belt.
Ghirahim walked closer to Link tossing the sharp blade up and down. Link, with a masquerade of vigor that was threatening to fall off, tried to think of a plan. But his thoughts were still jumbled and that was proving to be a larger problem by the second.
When two white shoes were placed inches in front of him he looked up.
Ghirahim snapped his fingers once again, a loud clang ringing in the room as the heavy chains fell off Links legs. Link was being held against the wall by his bloodied brown hair struggled against Ghirahim's grasp. The pale man shook his head, his prefect white hair flowing behind his movement to show only for a split second, the black diamond that was normally hidden under his eye. "It's a lost cause child, you are fighting a battle you have long since failed."
Link stopped struggling courtesy to the small knife on his face. Too scared to move, he stayed in place, a mere three seconds later the stiff air was filled with screams of excruciation, Ghirahim had began to carve his signature emblem onto Links face. Not just the outline, that would of been too merciful.
By the time the screaming stopped, the area beneath one of his teary ultramarine eyes, was now sporting a diamond similar to Ghirahim's, though his was carved into his skin and oozing blood.
The artist took a small step back admiring his work "Beautiful." He dropped the boy on the hard cold floor, who was trying to get a hold on his tears and stop the bleeding in a way that wasn't pain inducing.
When Link had quieted down enough for Ghirahim to speak he spoke with sarcasm in every suffix. "Skychild now you look a fraction as fabulous as I do." He paused a slightly more serious tone coming upon him "To the matter concerning your injury. This is news I am simply delighted to share with you." Ghirahim said with a bored tone. Link continued staring at the floor attempting to soak in every word coming out of that fiends mouth.
"Though your pain has seemingly dissipated, it is a pain that will not rest" Ghirahim whispered into Links ear, pulling back as he licked his lips at the smell of fresh blood then stepped away, examining the black dagger he held with two long elegant fingers. "The diamond on this blade is full of poison, that will slowly seep through your skin, every second of it bringing along an excruciating pain. In plainer terms, the pain has yet to come Skychild." He said with bliss ever so present in his voice. "The effects will forever remain, not even long after the pain has seemingly resided will the effects come to a halt. It will haunt you forever, even in your once peaceful slumber. This diamond will serve as a reminder of your time here moreover of your little journey to save this pathetic world."
After those words Link remembered darkness had consumed him. He still isn't sure how he got out. All he remembers is he awoken in the middle of Lanayru dessert horribly beaten and a bottle with a small amount of red potion conveniently placed near him, which healed him enough for him to get back to Skyloft and properly heal.
After healing he resumed his dangerous mission. Fighting many different foes in various places. In the end he saved Zelda and the world but for some reason he felt like the world was still in just as much danger as before, if not more.
Even after the battle was over and he'd convinced himself that he forgave her, just like his dreams, Link couldn't get rid of that phrase Zelda admitted through the yellow force field that served as her protection, which happened to be the same words Ghirahim had uttered to him in his misery.
She used you