Dear Readers,
I'm going to try to make this quick, so:
Legend of Zelda does not belong to me.
Ame and Wolfe belong to newxmoonxfox and I received permission to use them in my story before starting it.
The plot does belong to me, but the above user gave me the idea
I'm going to mix in factors from Twilight Princess (Midna, Wolf Link, etc.), but am sticking to the Ocarina map.
Anyone who whines about the above will be tossed into the Sea of Sand, never to be seen again.
Thank you,
Disheartened
The life of a Kitsune is lonely. My parents were murdered when I was two. Even when the Great War began, humans, no matter where I went, shunned me. I threw myself in the paths of raging monsters again and again, saving the little villages and the humans therein. Yet every time, they claimed that my magic was that of the monsters I destroyed.
Then I was captured by a man with green-brown skin and forced to serve as his personal weapon. He took everything that was once mine: my parents, my freedom, and worst of all, my virginity. I had nothing left. I was nothing. When he was happy with how broken and emotionless I was, he sent me to the Fire Temple with orders that, should anyone come in and defeat Volvagia, I was to kill them myself; specifically a man with blond hair and a sword of light, who, according to my Master, defeated his other creations. The master got what the Master wanted, always. Yet, I felt no anger about my situation of being controlled, the one thing I had hated the most, nor sorrow. Then again, I felt nothing. No sadness, anger, confusion, and even happiness: nothing. I was no longer alive.
As per usual, I did my rounds of the continually self-destructing temple. A few cliffs had collapsed, and the magma was rising, but it wasn't my problem.
I hadn't eaten in days. I saw things that made no sense. One minute my parents would be sitting in front of me, my mother scolding me for sitting on the floor naked. The next, it would be fireworks going off against the wall. Another day it would be cuckoo eggs dancing around me. I begged the prison master for food.
"My Lord ordered me not to feed you. Besides, it ain't my problem."
The open cages which we had locked the Gorons in, however, was. Someone had gotten in without my notice. From somewhere in the center of the volcano I heard loud screeching: Volvagia was angry. Whether it was just for the sake of being angry or if it was because of our obvious intruder, I didn't know.
The cloaked man spun around and backhanded me.
"What reason," I hissed as my nose began to drip blood, "do you have for hitting me? I've done nothing."
A fist drove into my stomach, knocking all of the air from my thin frame.
"I need no reason."
Upon nearing the heavy door to the dragon's lair it became obvious: the lock was undone and the dragon was furious. All I could do was wait until the monster killed the idiot.
"Monster."A large hand cracked against my face, worsening my already bloody split lip.
"You're worthless, useless, just a stupid slut."
His hand grabbed my breast, squeezing to the point where I couldn't help but scream in pain. His lips curled into a sick smile.
Lost in dim memories, I failed to notice the fire Keese flying directly at me. The little shits didn't care whose side you were on; they just attacked upon seeing you. The next thing I knew I had burns singeing through my clothes, if you could call them that.
"Put this on. You're leaving in an hour."
He threw a few scraps of leather at me. Even in it, I was practically naked. Upon seeing this he delayed the trip for another hour or so to "relieve himself" inside of me. I was used to this violation by now. I didn't even blink when he thrust himself in.
Volvagia snarled one final, loud time, and a loud bang rung through the volcano. Above me the ring of dark magic and cinders dissolved. Moments later, the heavy door opened and a blond man wearing a red tunic stepped out. He sported no wounds, but looked tired. I couldn't heal my own searing wounds before he spotted me directly in front of him. A confused and worried look crossed his face as he advanced. I couldn't move; both of my legs were too burned, but I managed to tug out my only knife as he closed in. He held his hands up so I could see both of them, empty.
"I won't hurt you. I can help."