For "new" readers: Beware, this is going to have smut and gore periodically throughout the story.
For "old" readers: This is just a revised chapter one, two, and three. XD Chapter four is new material.
Chapter 1
Link glared at his opponent, blue eyes sharp and determined. His muscles trembled with exhaustion and his entire body ached from the beating it had received. Wind ruffled honey blond hair that was slick with sweat as he anxiously circled his opponent, searching for an opening.
Somehow or another, he and Ganondorf had ended up on Hyrule Field, but Link didn't dare to divert his attention and figure out how. Zelda had disappeared shortly after he entered the throne room where he began this bloody battle, and Midna was nowhere to be seen. Link focused his eyes on the false king, where a large wound reminiscent of cracked pottery graced his chest.
"Give up, boy," Ganondorf growled, his voice deep and gravelly. This battle seemed to have no effect on him. No sweat beaded upon his brow, and not a single strand of his flaming red hair was out of place.
Link just glared coolly at him, his face passive. He hadn't spoken to this man yet and he had no intentions of doing so now. He absentmindedly wiped a hand across his forehead. A wound he had received earlier in the battle was still leaking blood, threatening to blind him as it painted his face with the sticky liquid. He was exhausted, but he wasn't about to let Ganon know that. He tightened his grip around his sword, determined to not let Ganon get the better of him.
"No?" Gandondorf asked, raising an eyebrow, "Well, that's disappointing. I would much rather break you slowly than kill you here."
Without warning, he lunged forward. Link blocked the harsh blow with his shield, gritting his teeth at the shock of the impact. He pushed back against the larger man with all the strength he could muster, leaping back away from Ganondorf's deadly blade. Almost as soon as his feet touched the ground, he turned back to face his enemy, leaping into the air. Almost as soon as his feet touched the ground he turned back to face his opponent, leaping into the air with every intention of wounding the other. He had yet to land a blow, and it was a desperate move, but one he was willing to risk.
Reaching up with a large hand calloused by many years of war, Ganondorf knocked Link out of the air. He landed hard on his back, his head cracking sharply against the ground. The wind escaped from his lungs with an audible whoosh!
Ganon strode over to where the warrior lay stunned on the ground. His expression bored, the large man thrust his sword though Link's shoulder, burying the blade deep into the earth, eliciting a sharp, pained gasp from the smaller man.
"Getting desperate, are we?" Ganondorf sneered, twisting the sword slightly. Link writhed on the ground, his expression contorted with pain. Still no sound came from his mouth.
That simply would not do, Ganondorf decided. He wanted to hear the smaller man scream.
Link desperately attempted to grasp the sword and pull it out of his shoulder without cutting his fingers, but his shield hindered the process. Tears leaked from his eyes, mixing with the dirt and blood that was caked onto his face, but he did not give up. Instead, he concentrated his efforts on pulling the shield off his arm. If he could get that off, he could pull the sword out.
"You are pathetic," Ganondorf said with a laugh, kicking Link in the side.
The Hylian just glared up at the other man, his fingers working to get the shield off. Ganon rolled his eyes and grabbed the edge of the shield, jerking it off Link's arm. He tossed it to the side, out of sight and out of mind.
Grinning widely, Ganon ground the sword into the ground, twisting and wiggling the blade slightly as he did so. Link gasped from the pain as the blade cut flesh and bone like it was bread. Blood gushed from the wound. He was starting to look decidedly paler, and it was obvious that he was struggling to stay conscious.
Pulling out a small pouch from somewhere within the folds of his robe, Ganondorf knelt down beside the fallen hero.
"I almost feel sorry for you," Ganondorf said, his tone conversational and his expression indifferent. "Here you are, pinned to the ground by your enemy. I don't even have to touch my sword to kill you now; you will just bleed to death here on Hyrule Field."
Link locked eyes with Ganondorf, his eyes sharp and cold with hate. He bared his teeth at Ganon, a habit he had picked up from his time as a wolf. Ganon just laughed at him.
"This is really just so laughable. The kingdom is now mine because of your failure. You must feel so ashamed at being defeated so easily."
Rage burned inside of Link. He would not let this man shame him. The battle was not over until one or both of them were dead. A hand darted out and grasped the hilt of his sword, almost of its own accord. The master sword would cut though Ganondorf's neck with ease.
The blade made a slight whistling noise as it was swung through the air. With a sharp slap, Ganon knocked the sword away. It flew a short distance away, blade burying itself into the earth.
Ganon wrapped his long fingers around Link's wrist, forcing and twisting it into an unnatural angle. He grinned when he heard the all-too-familiar crack! of bones snapping. Stars danced in Link's vision as his wrist was broken, sharp stabbing pains jolting up his arm and throughout his body. Blackness threatened to take over, and it was tempting to slip into that numb void.
"You are pathetic," Ganondorf growled, dumping the pouches contents over Link's body.
The substance the pouch contained was a white, chalky powder that shimmered strangely in the light. It settled over Link like dust would settle on a book shelf and he sputtered when some of it got into his mouth. It was bitter and sweet, and seemed to cut sharply into his flesh. Almost immediately he felt the first tugs of an aching tiredness pull at him.
Link realized what the powder was. It was a sleeping drug! Ganon had no intentions of killing him, but to take him prisoner. Fighting against the effects of the powder, Link turned his thoughts to ways to get out of this situation.
"Of course," Ganondorf drawled on, settling onto the ground as the Hylian struggled to stay awake. "Letting you die would be a stupid thing to do. The goddesses would just find another to replace you, and then I would have to deal with the pesky 'Hero' they picked out to kill me."
Ganon looked down at the Hylian and grinned, amused by the obvious effort Link was putting into fighting the drug.
"I hope you have a nice nap, because you are going to have one hell of a headache when you wake up."
Link snarled halfheartedly as darkness enveloped him, the pain in his body fading away he slipped into slumber. He deeply regretted losing to this man. Midna and Ilea would be so disappointed. Tears slipped from his eyes as he lost any semblance of consciousness.
Ganondorf stroked a strong finger over Link's sharp jawline, his black, rough skin a stark contrast against Link's pale, softer skin. Such lovely, sharp features. Now, they were all his to enjoy; no one else will ever set eyes on this handsome face again.
Smiling to himself, Ganondorf stood up and gently pulled the sword out of the ground. A spray of blood erupted from Link's shoulder as it went. Ganon pressed some grass and dirt into the wound to help stop the bleeding; it was not the most ideal compress, but it would have to do until he had access to proper medicine and bandages.
Examining Link's wrist, Ganondort ran his fingers over the skin, gently but firmly pressing bone back into its natural place, trying to gauge just how much damage he had done. The wound would be set later, but right now, it looked like Link would never have full use of this hand again. Not that it mattered; he wouldn't need it for what was in store for him, Ganondorf thought with a wide grin.
Gently picking up the slender body of the young Hylian, Ganondorf summoned up a portal that would take them back to the castle. Everything had gone exactly as he planned.
The kingdom was his, and so was its hero.
