AN:
I did not really intend to write this, but then I had one of those "what if" moments crossed with dark fantasies. Slowly things fell into place and this si the result.
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Captive
I was beyond scared, beyond horrified. Not about the Yiga planning to sacrifice me. That was to be expected. I already had had a few close calls but Link had saved me each and every time. Either because he had been sticking around like the good body guard he was or - like the last time - by showing up at the right moment.
But this time it was different. The Yiga had been successful in capturing me on my way to Zora's domain and had dragged me to their hideout.
You may rightfully ask where my faithful body guard had been. To be truthful I once again had had my own ideas how things should work for me, the princess. Thus, I had decided to go on my own while Link was busy elsewhere. Well, I had not really been on my own, my father would not have allowed for that, I had been in the company of the Zora champion.
Poor Mipha. Not only had I made her ride the whole way - she is too polite and shy for her own good and would never have complained about being uncomfortable on a horse. No, she had been captured, too. And this is where my arrogance had ended us in this most surreal horror scenario.
Yes, I had been promised to die in a few days, but I sort of accepted my fate. The Yiga would drag me out of the cell, tie me up, sing the praise of Ganon - and then mutilate me before chopping off my head. It served me right: firstly, my treatment of Link (and maybe the other champions as well) had been terrible; secondly, without the power to seal the darkness I was useless for Hyrule anyway. Thus, no damage done, end of story.
But the Yiga added a twist.
Before that they would have a feast.
With a special dish.
Fish-and-banana curry.
With Hylian rice.
... not exactly fish ...
Lacking the real thing they would replace it with Zora meat.
My stomach turned as they told me.
And they continued telling me in detail how they would prepare ... her.
What they would do to Mipha while she was still alive.
And, as the guest of honour, I would get a front row seat and helping of curry, too.
Thus, the Yiga finally managed to break me.
It didn't provide any comfort that Mipha was sitting right beside me, seemingly unconcerned.
To my biggest shame it was the poor Zora girl who comforted me when I knelt in our cell, incapacitated from vomiting, crying, self pity and the horrific images that raged through my mind.
It really should have been the other way round. It wasn't me who was going to be brutally slaughtered and eaten.
Finally, I managed to pull myself together and wrap my arms around Mipha and reciprocate her kind gesture. She seemed so calm at that moment, this moment of shared sadness with both of us crying.
Then, all of a sudden, the key was turned an the door thrown open.
Much too soon for my liking our time had run out.
And Mipha's calmness ran out, too.
She whimpered - I hadn't heard a more horrifying sound in my whole short life -, shivered uncontrollably and clung to me with such a force that her claw-like fingernails dug into my skin and drew blood.
"No! Take me instead! The flesh of Hylians is much tastier I have heard!" I cried.
The words were out of my mouth before I could think clearly, and I turned us to shield Mipha from whoever would enter our cell.
Then it hit me what I had said, to which fate I might have condemned myself.
And I fainted, Mipha's pretty amber eyes staring into mine with a shocked expression was the last I saw before darkness enveloped my mind.