Please review this…it's been a LONG time since I've written anything so
dark.
By all means, flame me—Dark Link needs something to warm his cold heart.
Usual disclaimers. I don't have any ties to Zelda but those of desire. I own none of it, nor would I—what a responsibility!
POISONED DREAMS
I see you.
While you dream, I watch each and every one of you.
You think that here, in my own, tainted sleep, I have no thoughts? You think that I am dead?
Fools, every one of you.
Nothing dies. You most of all should know that. My Lord Ganon is imprisoned in a different manner than I, but both of us are certain to meet you again. Do not slip so far into your naiveté that you forget us, Sages, or we shall overwhelm you.
And you, the lovely Princess.
I see you, as well.
I see you very clearly.
When you sleep, I dream of my hands around that lovely throat…the soft pale flesh convulsing in my grip. I will cut you open like an apple, and find dark rubies under your ivory skin. Or, perhaps, I will take you as my concubine. You will scream—but in time, you might come to relish my attention almost as much as I relish your fear and agony. You might even fight other lovely gems for it. You think not? Time will tell, my lady. We have all time to decide—you, in your hard-bought immortality, and I, in my unsettled slumber. You wait still for me, and I will come to you.
And you. Link, Knight of Hyrule, Hero of Time, my more-than brother who is blinded by his own light.
We would have been invincible, you and I, had you not been so weak! We could have been lords of all we could see—and together, our vision would have extended far. But instead, you fell for the meek whimperings of those blind to power. You, who could have had sapphires and emeralds to rival the bounty of a thousand emperors, must find solace in the sky and the forest. You, who would have had every shape and form of womankind to taste, every secret passion given shadows to dance in, you allow yourself to rest with one flawed woman.
Worry not, you will see the error of your ways. Your eyes will be sewed open, so that you may never turn away from the torment and rape of all that you hold close to you. Your bright sister the Princess; your beloved, living in her simple farmgirl joy; your earliest friend.
Ah, yes, Saria will suffer greatly. No little child is she, the ancient, beautiful one in the body of a ten-year-old. How much do you love her, Hero of Time? How much would you sacrifice for her? You left all that you knew because you were called, but your mind even now settles on her. She helped you when your dying mother brought you as a foundling; she cradled you and fed you then. You grew, as she did not, and now you must succor her. I could turn that love to pain. I could make every memory of her a knife in your gut, Hero, and I promise I will. You will fail her.
What would you do to prevent my coming?
Would you leave Zelda? The lovely-eyed Malon, who you will doubtless some day marry? She, I will kill swiftly, for her body is mortal, her taste weak and her spirit fleeting. Better to move on to more palatable things. The stone fools will be soon after her in the next long sleep; and then those who swim deep beneath the waves. Water will not stop me, and as for hiding in shadows, Ha to that! I AM shadow. Nothing can hide which carries in it the denial of light.
And you, like all heroes, have within you the capability to deny that Light which would rule us all. Nations have succumbed to less, my brother.
Last of all, your forest home will die.
I will wait until you think you have saved them. I will feign personal disaster and retreat. And when at last you breathe your sigh of deep relief, I will burn your home, and torture the tree-children to death one by one. Their screams will echo in the boughs until they drive you mad, and you beg for me to kill you.
Sleep well, my brother. I assure you that I am doing so.
For now.
Until my Master is free.
By all means, flame me—Dark Link needs something to warm his cold heart.
Usual disclaimers. I don't have any ties to Zelda but those of desire. I own none of it, nor would I—what a responsibility!
POISONED DREAMS
I see you.
While you dream, I watch each and every one of you.
You think that here, in my own, tainted sleep, I have no thoughts? You think that I am dead?
Fools, every one of you.
Nothing dies. You most of all should know that. My Lord Ganon is imprisoned in a different manner than I, but both of us are certain to meet you again. Do not slip so far into your naiveté that you forget us, Sages, or we shall overwhelm you.
And you, the lovely Princess.
I see you, as well.
I see you very clearly.
When you sleep, I dream of my hands around that lovely throat…the soft pale flesh convulsing in my grip. I will cut you open like an apple, and find dark rubies under your ivory skin. Or, perhaps, I will take you as my concubine. You will scream—but in time, you might come to relish my attention almost as much as I relish your fear and agony. You might even fight other lovely gems for it. You think not? Time will tell, my lady. We have all time to decide—you, in your hard-bought immortality, and I, in my unsettled slumber. You wait still for me, and I will come to you.
And you. Link, Knight of Hyrule, Hero of Time, my more-than brother who is blinded by his own light.
We would have been invincible, you and I, had you not been so weak! We could have been lords of all we could see—and together, our vision would have extended far. But instead, you fell for the meek whimperings of those blind to power. You, who could have had sapphires and emeralds to rival the bounty of a thousand emperors, must find solace in the sky and the forest. You, who would have had every shape and form of womankind to taste, every secret passion given shadows to dance in, you allow yourself to rest with one flawed woman.
Worry not, you will see the error of your ways. Your eyes will be sewed open, so that you may never turn away from the torment and rape of all that you hold close to you. Your bright sister the Princess; your beloved, living in her simple farmgirl joy; your earliest friend.
Ah, yes, Saria will suffer greatly. No little child is she, the ancient, beautiful one in the body of a ten-year-old. How much do you love her, Hero of Time? How much would you sacrifice for her? You left all that you knew because you were called, but your mind even now settles on her. She helped you when your dying mother brought you as a foundling; she cradled you and fed you then. You grew, as she did not, and now you must succor her. I could turn that love to pain. I could make every memory of her a knife in your gut, Hero, and I promise I will. You will fail her.
What would you do to prevent my coming?
Would you leave Zelda? The lovely-eyed Malon, who you will doubtless some day marry? She, I will kill swiftly, for her body is mortal, her taste weak and her spirit fleeting. Better to move on to more palatable things. The stone fools will be soon after her in the next long sleep; and then those who swim deep beneath the waves. Water will not stop me, and as for hiding in shadows, Ha to that! I AM shadow. Nothing can hide which carries in it the denial of light.
And you, like all heroes, have within you the capability to deny that Light which would rule us all. Nations have succumbed to less, my brother.
Last of all, your forest home will die.
I will wait until you think you have saved them. I will feign personal disaster and retreat. And when at last you breathe your sigh of deep relief, I will burn your home, and torture the tree-children to death one by one. Their screams will echo in the boughs until they drive you mad, and you beg for me to kill you.
Sleep well, my brother. I assure you that I am doing so.
For now.
Until my Master is free.