Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda, Nintendo, or any of these characters.
Author's Note: Hello, my name is Kurai Hitokiri, a writer of many stories. For the past few months I have taken time off since I have a severe case of writer's block. Please read and review and thank you very much for reading my story.
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Cursed Love
By Kurai Hitokiri
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Possessing an item instills a proud sense of ownership. A certain responsibility is laid upon an individual who owns a valuable material.
To others, precious items are wasted since they do not have any love for the items they possess.
Your Heart, my Love, is an item I am not meant to possess.
Many years I have observed your cruel game, silent as I watch you play with the hearts of millions for your own enjoyment. You occupy your fiendish thirst for chaos, thriving on the ailing hearts of the suitors who fall hand over foot to bring what you wish.
Your loveliness blinds them from the true monster lashing its fangs dangerously at them. Every bit of your honeyed, sugared voice poisons them as they fall deeper into the web of lives you have elaborately spun about yourself.
How could someone so pure, so fair be so heartless in their edicts?
Deception, after all, is something you have been adept at for the nineteen years of your existence.
They come to win your affections, bringing the most precious of jewels to your table, my Sweet…
Yet you throw them to the ground in disgust and boast of knowing greater riches. Riches that lay far from Our Land of Hyrule, located in the caves and temples of the foulest of monsters. Riches that you claim are the only ones worthy of your glorious visage.
Yet no dedicated young man has returned from those exploits, have they, my Darling?
Instead you send me to collect the broken and battered remains from the dwelling of those vicious beasts.
There remains little of those youthful hopefuls. None but the memory of their commendable bravery and their battered skeletons.
And each time I bring back these horrid corpses you smile beguilingly to me, begging for the surrender of my heart.
Every time I refuse your affections, finding them a cursed thing
In those moments I rebuff you, you return to your true self, if only for an instant.
Pained, dark violets return to their crystal clear hue. The flirtatious, dangerous smile is gone from those full, rosy lips that I have so longed to kiss. Such a transformation to your fair face, finely chiseled by the Goddesses themselves. There is no motive in your heart, simply the goodness and kindness of the one I once called Love.
Just as quickly the truth fades back into the illusion. Once more you become cruelty and I become despair.
Many years I have served you… given you my love, Darling. But no longer will I sit idly by as you destroy lives. No longer can I watch the sick, twisted pleasure you take in using a person's love to end their lives.
I will fade into darkness… pleading and crying out to many a youth to stop their hopeless march for your love.
You will never find me, nor will you ever see me again.
I pray that somehow you may return to your senses, Beloved… until then, there is nothing I can do but wait for you.
And so with one last kiss… one last passionate, gentle kiss upon your unmoving lips and I shall leave with night as my cover.
For you see, my Love… My dear, precious Zelda…
I was never meant to have your damned love.
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