Chapter 2

Queen Zelda stared out the window at the district beneath the castle. It wasn't perfect, but it was certainly ideal in comparison to what the Gerudo wanted. She couldn't imagine her kingdom falling to the terrible religion; one that requires people to sacrifice innocent animals to gods, or to give up their freedom to enslave themselves to eternity in a church. The people of Hyrule were free to believe in what they want, and Zelda wouldn't have it any other way. She heard footsteps behind her and turned around to see who was approaching. It was Raru, with a cloth wiping blood from his nose.

"What did you see?" Zelda asked eagerly.

"Impa... the orphan..." the words barely came out.

"What about them?" her heart pounded like an angry child against the floor.

"The orphan, he... he killed her. That's all I saw," he knelt down.

"Please Raru! By the sisters, tell me it isn't true!" She fell to her chair.

"I can look again my queen, if it please you, but my eyes saw what they saw."

Tears poured from her eyes, but she returned to her senses to do her duty as the queen. "We cannot give up on this boy Raru, nor can you afford to look into the eye of truth anymore. It has taken a toll on your health. What do you suggest we do?"

"Really my queen, the headaches are nothing my old mind can't handle."

"Sometimes we can hear you crying from your chambers. Sometimes you stay asleep for weeks, and you've lost a lot of weight. I will not have it."

"My queen, there's no other way."

She looked at her feet for a few moments, and returned to Raru. "If you wish Raru, you may continue to look upon the eye of truth."

"I do. May I be dismissed?"

"Yes you may." She rose from her seat and continued to look out the window.

Raru limped to the eye of truth. He unlocked the massive locking mechanism with the key he carried around his neck, and then walked into the chamber, where a fountain sat in the center. He walked over and stuck his face into the water, and everything went black. There sat the Hylian in a cage surrounded by Gerudos. As Raru lifted his head from the fountain, he fell to the ground and his head hit the ground like a ton of bricks. A pool of blood formed beneath him as he lay.

Things were not going well for Rinku either. One of the Gerudos walked up to the cage and tossed a book through the bars. On the book, were markings from what Rinku assumed to be their language.

"Can you read savage?" the man said.

Rinku shot up and started tugging at the bars as he let out a bloodlust roar.

"Ah, there it is," he smiled and clapped. "I was beginning to wonder if the tree-fucking savage was really the barer of courage, after the way he whimpered like a mewling cunt. But, that weed him and his mates smoked sure is some good stuff, gives you a nice intense journey. It's enough to make the bravest man in the realm turn into a pup. Wouldn't mind re-purposing the lumber companies to come out here and start harvesting that sweet-grass you Koks like to smoke." The rest of the soldiers laughed obnoxiously.

Rinku wasn't sure what they were saying, but he suspected that they were making fun of him, judging from the laughter. He took his attention away from the soldiers and looked around the camp. There were other cages, holding his fellow tribesmen. The Gerudo that had previously taunted him, dragged a woman by the hair over to his cage. She knelt, but he knew it was Saria. Her paint was unique to the rest of the tribe, being the spiritual guide. The Gerudo tore away what she wore and pressed her face into the dirt.

"I'm going to fuck your shaman into the ground!" he stared into Rinku as he pulled his pants down. The rest of the Gerudos cheered and laughed as Saria's yelps of pain grew louder. The other Kokiri protested and yelled, trying to break free from their cages. Some of them were let free, only to be beaten unmercifully. "Men! Shut these apes up now! They're going to alert other tribes of Kokiri!" he shouted.