A/N: Hello all! If you've bothered to plow through the short prologue I thank you very much just so all you readers know that is probably the shortest chapter I've ever written and will write so brace yourself I am long winded and tedious at times and as a fanfic reader myself I can understand the desire to skim over huge portions of the story for the good stuff Just re-read later Pretty Please!X3
Yes if you're looking in the AN for indicators of possible smut they're will be some in the future NO YAOI! I just can't write it with a straight face and if you're a writer that can then I envy you. Its hetero obviously and it will be soft since I've never written sex scenes and haven't found it enterprising to do so! That may change since it is FFN and we're dealing with Ghirahim here Rated M for safety because of him! YIKES *Dodges those flying blades Ghirahim likes to shoot at people* Y'know when I first played SS and fought Ghirahim I thought they were birds heh heh ^^… *Ghirahim Facepalms*
Rambling Aside its Onward to Chapter 1 of CWD! Whoopsie—No I do not own Legend of Zelda or any of its characters..My OC though is Mine ^^
In a Realm of silence one can truly evaluate the importance of sound…
In a shroud of darkness our senses deceive us into an encompassing amnesia…
I could almost love this place because of how useless it rendered me. My senses were dulled and powerless of the dank darkness that permeated this barren cell. Damned if I can remember how long I've been locked down here. I remember how the ambiance of this opaque setting unnerved me my first few nights down here. The dead silence was as deafening as it was suffocating. Now I pay it no mind. It's the sound that bothers me as it grates on my long sensitive ears so used to the quiet. A quiet disturbed by the loud Screeeeech of metal upon a concrete floor. Proceeded by the clacking of feet descending a set of concrete steps.
"Here ya go girlie!" I heard a gruff voice shout followed by a distinctive rustle of clothing and a soft grunt somewhere near my feet.
Girlie..? Another person was thrown down here huh…
"I wouldn't count on him for much conversation if I were ya lassie!" That gruff voice bellowed in my direction, full of scorn and mockery. "That guy's been down here so long I think he forgot how to talk!" A stream of ragged laughter bantered the entire room (and my ears…asshole) followed by a resolute SLAM! Before all went silent once more save for the steady breathing of my fellow prisoner.
"My oh my, what a horribly brazen fellow he was, and such a way to treat a lady!" A very feminine voice scowled.
Wow just peachy… I've got myself a pretty princess on my hands..whoops bad metaphor since my hands are kinda tied up at the moment ..
Yeah tied up, literally, a set of shackles bound both my hands in a "V" shape over my head. I try not to move when I don't have to since the metal tends to chafe my wrists. The sudden sound of approaching footsteps drew me from my inner thoughts and I lifted my head. Straining my poor eyesight I could make out the top of a very vibrant head of blonde hair. I could feel a warm gust of wind tickle the top of my chin and an uncomfortable realization fell over me: She was very close to me.
"When that brute brought me down here and told me I would be sharing this cell with someone I certainly wasn't expecting said someone to be a mundane human boy." Her soft wistful voice fell over my aching form like a feather-soft blanket. Whoever she was she sounded very attractive.
I stiffened when I felt soft hands trace over the binds that held me to this goddess-forsaken wall. If she wasn't close before she certainly was now. I could feel the warmth of her delicate body hovering over mine. Her blonde hair though dulled by the darkness of the room glowed as the only vibrant color within this dark space; it fell in one long straight wave down her shoulders and tickled the small of her back. Still the lack of light prevented me from seeing her face or even the hands that traced my metal bonds.
I felt her breath dance over the shell of one of my long ears and I could barely make out the vague unintelligible words that slipped from her lips.
"What are you do-!" I didn't get to finish my question as the iron shackles that held me in place around my wrists shattered and I fell to the floor in my surprise.
"There, that's much better is it not what kind of barbarians would lock up a harmless human childe anyway." I heard her say as she knelt down to my crumpled form. I could feel the soft touch of her palm on my cheek, caressing it in a whimsical manner.
I smacked her hand away without a second thought, and sprung to my feet crouching slightly in a guarded position. "You can use magic eh?" I said in a hoarse voice wishing I had sounded more threatening. Go figure that the people who cast me into this cell long ago wouldn't toss a beautiful (well I'm pretty sure she was beautiful) young girl down here without proper reason for doing so. Magicians or Magus, as they would call themselves in the ancient language were humans who possessed a special affinity with the spirit of this universe, and worked with the goddess Hylia to protect the realm from the hordes of demons who would seek to take it for their own. Any magus or creatura magia who was thrown behind bars was likely a traitor or a creature of darkness.
"Well that's no way to thank your savior now is it?" I heard her whine and I raised a brow at her response.
"Are you a demon girl?" I asked ignoring her previous statement giving her a hard skeptical look I was sure she could see. Magi have much keener senses than us normal hylians.
"No no no! I'm not a demon, alright? Goddess you people! You see a little magic and you believe the caster to be some sort of spy for the demon king!" I heard her reply hearing the slap of fabric on fabric. I envisioned she threw up her hands in flamboyant exasperation.
"Pardon me miss but I don't see a reason to trust a magus locked up by the people she's sworn to protect." I said letting the skepticism seep into my ragged voice.
" Really boy how long have you been locked up down here? If I really was an emissary of darkness who meant sooo much harm to your precious captors I wouldn't be down here in the first place now would I?" She said in a self-satisfied tone.
I considered the veracity of her words. Surely if she had enough magic to shatter the shackles that bound me she would have the power necessary to overwhelm the hylians who brought her here. Yet she did not. What is her game?
"Thank you then" I finally responded and I heard her huff in satisfaction she seemed friendly enough and harmless, well harmless for a magus. Still I wasn't ready to trust her just yet.
"You're quite welcome, now then let's leave this dingy old place together shall we?" She responded and I saw her lithe silhouette spin around in a perfect circle, her blonde hair gracefully mirroring her body.
"Hunh?" came my dumb response and she laughed. "Oh come now boy you didn't honestly expect someone like moi to stay cramped up in a musty old cell like this one did you? Not when there's a big beautiful world just outside these walls begs to be explored!"
I couldn't think of anything to say in response to that so I contented myself with just watching her scuffle around the room, studying every angle of the wall as though she were looking for something.
"Here it is! When I was first brought in here I could feel a steady breeze streaming to us from this wall!" She explained to me when I raised a pale brow in confusion. Made sense I suppose, magi had senses far keener than the typical human or hylian, something to do with having a stronger connection with the soul of our world.
She lightly brushed her fingers against it's the wall's grimy surface before firmly pressing her palm against it. My eyes widened to saucers when I saw a stream of cracks spread along the stone surface before tumbling down into piles of rubble at her feet. I shielded my eyes from the sudden influx of sunlight within my broken prison. Light I hadn't gazed upon in ages.
"Come on now hylian boy come look at the outside world that has missed your presence for so very long" she said in a warm and gentle voice. She really does have a beautiful voice…She tugged on the arm that wasn't protecting my eyes and I allowed myself to be led by her steady grasp as we exited my former prison together.
When we stopped and she let go of my arm I carefully pried my eyes open and lowered my arm, befuddled by her sudden actions. When my gaze landed on her form I felt my jaw go slack: her golden hair glowed pale platinum in the sunlight and the billowing wind caused it to fan around her body and face like a halo. She donned a long sleeved shirt of an unusual bright pink with intricate designs on the color part and where the sleeves ended just above her wrists. A crimson sash with gold and silver diamonds embedded into the fabric was tightly wound around her slender middle. Though her pants were a plain black and snugly fit around shapely legs stopping a few inches below her knees, plain burnt umber shoes protected her feet. I couldn't see her face since her back was turned to me.
She raised one of her hands to her face and immediately after the most beautiful sound hit my long ears. Like a cross between a whistle and the soothing balm of a gentle melody. She's calling something…
Not a minute after that thought crossed my mind a shadow passed over the two of us and I looked up to see an enormous bird hovering in the azure skies. It dove toward us and gracefully landed in front of my mysterious companion its feathered wings stretched toward the heavens as it let out a resounding cry in response to its master's call. My eyes, threatening to pop out of their sockets at this point, went even wider as I took in the bird's enormous size easily towering over the both of us. Its feathers burned a bright and vibrant crimson red and it had an intricate set of designs upon its huge hooked beak.
The Magus girl in front of me, undaunted by the imposing presence of this magnificent creature, easily strode up to the bird and began caressing its beak and the creature's golden eyes closed in bliss, leaning into her welcoming touch.
"Don't be afraid of him hylian boy, he's a close companion of mine and his name his Fenir," she spoke to me not bothering to turn and face me, she huffed " It's really tiresome to keep calling you 'hylian boy' or 'boy' when I'm quite sure you have a name, so would you do me the honor of introducing yourself?" She asked politely still keeping her back turned to me.
"Link", Came my plain response.
"Link eh? Wow, what a dull name..." she said and I frowned at the unexpected insult. She turned to face me and my annoyance at her lack of manners was completely forgotten as I gazed upon her face.
She was beautiful: her skin was a soft alabaster pale gold hair framed her face and forehead, glowing with a radiance that rivaled Hylia herself. Her lips were stretched into a wide smile and I could see her chin was well defined and her cheek bones were high and somewhat angular. She had an aristocratic look to her, and gave her obvious beauty a rather cold feel to it: like a snowy day graced by the presence of clear azure skies and radiant sunlight. Then I looked into her eyes and immediately realized why she was thrown into that dungeon with me in the first place:
Blazing red eyes the color of blood.
Eyes that belonged to a magus with a strong affinity for dark magic.
She was a child of misfortune, born with the blessings of the shadow.
"My name is Saphira, Saphira Stormborn." She gave me a graceful bow before rising to her full height and outstretching one soft hand towards me.
"Well then Link, introductions aside shall we be off?"
To Be Continued
A/N: If you actually read that in its entirety you seriously deserve a cookie and don't feel bad if you didn't because I'm positive it was as tedious for you all to read it as it was for me to write it. I hate it cause it feels so slow and most people are here to see Ghirahim make his debut but sorry not this chapter! Though you'll definitely see him in the next!^^
WARNING In this fic you'll find:
Ghiralink: Torture
Some Yaoi might be included but it will be strictly for humorous purposes so yaoi fans don't expect something sexy.
Non explicit (I think) Adult themes- Its hetero and yes as cliché as this might sound there will be a love triangle and no, for you exceptionally dirty-minded folks there will not be a threesome!
I will give you a heads up in the A/N if the Chappy has a sexy scene in it and I won't tell you don't like don't read cause its M-Rated for a reason and you wouldn't be reading this otherwise ^^
Yes there's a manga for SS!^^ It's where I got my inspiration from! Heres a picture of SS manga drawn Link so you can visualize him cause no this is not the same Link in SS..Iys his descendant
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