Yay! Update! Who else is happy! I know I am! I freakin' love where this story is going in my head. I have a plan to finish it at a certain point and will tell you when, but if you want more past that (a.k.a. the part that will have our beloved Sheikah end up with Hyrule's resident hero) then so be it!

(I totally updated the chapter before fixes... Thanks to one of my reviewers, I realized this.)

Enjoy!


"You must go now, Sheik." Zelda's voice in my head startles me from enjoying the lake. I feel as if it won't be this way for very long. "Link will awaken soon. He will need guidance."

"I will be his guide, Princess." I stand, dusting off the sand.

"You must tell him the legend of the temples. And send him to Kakariko for the hookshot."

"I have practiced what I shall say to him many times and committed them to memory. I will not fail you."

"See that you don't." I can sense her regret at speaking to me in such a manner. But she is my princess and I am her faithful servant. "Please."

Her soul settles down inside me. Hiding. We are heading into his territory. A deku nut is thrown and I warp across Hyrule field. I dare not use magic inside the town walls. To put Zelda in danger would be against my oath. I jump the short distance over the broken bridge.

None of the redeads hear me as I make my way through the darkened streets. The temple that has been untouched by time, my destination. There my role begins.

The mystical music that fills the last sanctuary of Castle Town is absent and that puts me on edge. The temple must be anxious for the Hero of Time's return to this realm. The stones glimmer. Not moved since the hero placed them seven years ago.

I make my way across the Light platform. The place one of the songs I wrote will bring the hero back to. The energy in the air is proof that the prophesied hero is to come soon. The stairs are as spotless as the floor. I step up them. Only a little ways to the pedestal.

Soft, blue light flows into the room from above and I hurry to hide in the shadows. A figure forms in the beam. Touching down on the floor as it fades. My first impression of the great Hero of Time was...

What the hell is he wearing?!

A green tunic. Brown gauntlets. Green hat. White undershirt. Golden hair. That was all to be expected. The first hero had looked that way. But who had decided to put him in tights?!

I chuckled, then quickly reprimand myself. The hero hadn't noticed, thankfully. He was a full grown man. In tights. Sure they conformed to his rather muscled legs. But that was besides the point. He was still wearing tight!

His fairy, whom Zelda said was named Navi, seemed to be telling him that seven years have passed. The great hero looks on the verge of tears. I suddenly want to comfort him. But Zelda's words ring out. 'Be not seen or heard unless necessary.' Instead of breaking down, he simply holds his chin higher, stance full of pride, and steps from the pedestal.

My head pounds as Navi explains that most of his weapons are useless. The ball of light's voice is high-pitched and hurts my ears. It makes me wonder how his hylian ears can stand her. But he has already spent so much time with the fairy, that her flaws could very well be unnoticable to him.

The hero is halfway down the steps when I jump from the shadows behind him. In a movement so graceful it would put lesser Sheikah to shame, Hero is facing me. And I get my first look at his face.

Strong, square jawline. Barely sun kissed skin. Straight nose. Long, slightly thin lips. Golden eyebrows drawn together over eyes that rival the very sky in their light nature, but deep and clear as Lake Hylia. I am captive in his gaze and it makes me feel sick yet wonderful all at the same time. My stomach is doing flips as my head becomes cloudy.

I could spend an eternity staring into his eyes. But then where would we be. Ganondorf ruling and the hero competing in a staring match. Nowhere.

Slowly I make my way down the steps. Never once letting my eyes stray from his.

"I've been waiting for you, Hero of Time..." He startles a little and I can see him tense, grip tightening on the Master Sword. "When evil rules all, an awakening voice from the Sacred Realm will call those destined to be Sages, who dwell in the five temples.'

'One in a deep forest...'

'One on a high mountain...'

'One under a vast lake...'

'One within the house of the dead...'

'One inside a goddess of the sand..."

'Together with the Hero of Time, the awakened ones will bind the evil and return the light of peace to the world. This is the legend of the temples passed down by my people, the Sheikah.' I pause. Letting it all sink in, but something unexpected happens.

"Who are you?" My eyes widen for a fraction of a second. His smooth voice surprising me. He wanted to know who I am. Was I allowed to tell? That same feeling overcame me. My body felt so strange. It distracted me long enough to see his disappointed face. That set my resolve. Tell him.

"I am Sheik. Survivor of the Sheikahs..." He lowers his sword as if by knowing my name makes him trust me.

"I'm Link." I smile. Unable to break character and chuckle like I want. Unable to tell him that I knew that information. Instead I go on. As if I hadn't just broken a rule. Telling him my name was not necessary.

"As I see you standing there, holding the mythical Master Sword, you really do look like the legendary Hero of Time..." He shifts, embarrassed. Weird. You would think that being the goddesses' chosen would excite you. Not with him. Perhaps that is why he is who he is. "If you believe the legend, you have no choice. You must look for the five temples and awaken the five Sages..."

One is waiting for the time of awakening in the Forest Temple. The Sage is a girl I am sure you know..." His eyes alight at the mention of Saria. And though I haven't said her name, he knows of whom I speak. Such dedication.

"Because of the evil power in the temple, she cannot hear the awakening call from the Sacred Realm..." Hero's face falls. "Unfortuantly, equipped as you currently are, you cannot even enter the temple..." If possible, his eyes dim. I want to bring back that light.

"But, if you believe what I'm saying, you should head to Kakariko Village... Do you understand, Link?" I curse myself for slipping up and saying his name. I hope he doesn't hate me for it. I prepare to leave.

"You... said my name." I curse myself, but am surprised that he isn't upset. As saying his name is against my vows, I merely tilt my head down, letting him know that I heard him.

"To save the forest girl, you need another skill... Head to Kakariko Village!" Hero sheathes his sword and turns, rushing from the temple.

I stand there. Waiting. As if he will come back. After some time, I leave. Headed to the Forest Temple. To meet again.


My eyes flutter as I return to consciousness. The crystal is still trapping me and now horrible organ music fills my ears. Irritation is in the forefront of my mind.

"Awake, Princess."

Oh, yeah. This should be fun. Might as well be a huge nuisance to Ganondorf while he still thinks I am Zelda.

"Your playing makes me want to vomit. Though", I look around the room. Stained glass and ugly tile. "puke on the floor won't make it look any less repulsive in here."

"Still your tongue." Ganondorf rises from his bench, anger evident on his face.

"Or what? You'll kill me. I doubt it." I grinned, big and fake. "You need me alive, meathead."

"Only till the hero arrives. Then I can have the satisfaction of ending you." He sits down again, positioning to play.

"Goddesses! Please don't! That stupid instrument wants to die from your touch." I snicker. "Can't you hear the poor, pitiful sounds it makes."

Ganondorf raises his hand and a surge of energy coarses through me. "I grow tired of your mouth."

I huff and stand, palms pressed to the shimmering pink. "I grow tired of your mere presence."

He sneers at me. "You are brash for a princess."

"You forget that I lived seven years as a boy. A teenage boy." I chuckle to myself. He is so ignorant.

"Ah, yes. I did forget." Those golden eyes lock with mine and widen. "Indeed."

Not a good sign. Ganondorf is grinning at me.

"You almost had me, Boy." I freeze. How? Then an intense pain drags me to my knees. "I thought you had evaded me. Running off with the princess's attendent. Your village did not fair as well."

I glance up at him. "H-How did y-" The pain worsens.

"You eyes." He paused, turned away and then swung back around with incredible grace that no normal man would possess. "Their say eyes are the window the the soul. I simply looked beyond these past seven years in yours. Before you even met the princess."

A hand reaches through the glass to cup my face and I try to move from his touch. "My dear, sweet Sheik." Then he presses a tender kiss to my lips. Another bolt of pain and my illusion drops. Magic drained from my body. It appears to be too much as I slip back into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness.


So... Now the big question. Torture, of course. But what kind? Not rape. I have a reason for that. I would love to spare my poor Sheiky, but Link can't just *poof* save Sheik. We would be without a lot of the story. Back to the question.

What kinds of torture do you guys want to see? Tell me in the form of words. More specifically a review or pm.

Love and fairies,

~Annoying :)