A/N: So as I was writing this chapter, I kinda forgot what I was doing with it a few times lol. Anyway, the timeline of the fic is staying true to the timeline of the game. I'm just also kinda filling in the seven years that Link spent trapped in the temple of time. I'll admit this may be a short fanfic. It'll extend a little past the end of the game, but you know me. I can go crazy with extending stuff and make it look like it'll loophole forever! Honorable mention time (as I always do)! My heart goes out to bookwormsrule who read and reviewed my first chapter within like an hour of my posting it (while I was writing this chapter, which totally made that night for me). Thank you, love! For all, enjoy and review. :)

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Dimitria walked through the desert and over to the fortress, a trip she walked so many times that it was now easy for her. Most of the guards sneered at her. Dimi had found that most of the Gerudo women were stuck up, and majorly bitchy and spiteful. They disliked the Hylian girl simply because she was not Gerudo. This was not the case for Nabooru though. The woman was absolutely beautiful with the way her body curved so perfectly, her long red hair, bright gold eyes that reminded Dimi of the desert sand, and eyeshadow that matched. Dimi intensely wished she could look just like Nabooru when she grew up.

But the Gerudo woman's looks weren't the only thing that was so special about her. Nabooru held a very particular disposition. She was warm, kind, and compassionate. She hadn't fallen victim to the harshness around her. She befriended Dimi very quickly, and the young Hylian adored her with every inch of her being. Nabooru had become a safe haven for her, always listening quietly and never judging harshly. The woman just had a way about her.

"Nabooru!" Dimi chirped once she saw the woman inside the fortress at one of the long tables.

"Good morning, Dimi," the woman chuckled softly. "Did Ganondorf go off to see the king of Hyrule again?" Dimi nodded as she sat beside the woman. Although it bothered her before, now she just ignored the nasty looks from the Gerudo guards. She placed the basket she had carried with her across the desert and set up two plates of breakfast for her and Nabooru.

"Oh, thank you, Dimi," Nabooru said with a glimmering smile.

"Thank you for always being here for me," Dimi said softly.

"Are you having nightmares again?" Nabooru furrowed her brow slightly.

"Master doesn't take me seriously," she sighed softly. "And I can never remember what happened in the nightmare. I just always wake up scared."

"Oh, he's so full of himself. Is he mean to you?"

"I don't think he is on purpose..."

"I don't think so either..." Nabooru sighed softly and wrapped her arms around the Hylian girl, hugging her close. Dimi sighed happily, snuggling into the woman's warm embrace. Nabooru was like the mother Dimi never knew and always wanted. She was happy and content in the woman's presence. It was really so much easier being around her because Dimi didn't have complicated feelings when it came to her. Being around her master was just way too confusing.

Eventually, Dimi had to tear herself away from Nabooru and return to the desert castle. She spent all day cleaning before cooking dinner in the evening. At least she had the advantage of learning to be self sufficient at a young age. Ganondorf didn't give the girl the time of day once he got back, as usual. After he ate, she cleaned the kitchen. She went upstairs to bathe and prepare for bed.

After having the same nightmare again, Dimi padded to her master's bedroom in the middle of the night. Although it wasn't every night, it was a regular enough occurrence that no words were spoken between the two of them. Dimi simply crawled into bed beside the Gerudo king and snuggled up to his side for more restful sleep.

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"Please don't go, Master," Dimi begged at the door. Something was terribly wrong, she could feel it in her gut. This felt like the nightmare all over again. The man glared at her before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. He mounted his horse and rode away swiftly. Dimi ran through the sand to the fortress, in tears by the time she reached it. She collapsed on a startled Nabooru, sobbing softly.

"There, there, sweetheart..." the woman soothed softly, stroking the girl's long hair. "It'll be okay. You'll see."

"He never listens to me and something bad is going to happen!"

"Dimi, it'll all work out. You'll see. And as for Ganondorf, if he could get his head out of his ass for even one second, he'd see all that you do for him. I know it's difficult, but don't worry your pretty little head over this. I promise that everything will work out as it's meant to." Dimi sniffled, but she sat up and cleaned her face as she calmed herself with some deep breaths.

"May I stay in the fortress with you today?"

"Of course, love," she said with her dazzling smile. "We'll have some fun."

Over the course of the day, Nabooru taught Dimi how to make and string a bow. She took her through the training course located right next to the fortress so she could teach her how to shoot an arrow. The small girl was clumsy and often missed, but by the end of the first day she was able to get one arrow close to the center. Nabooru cheered and lifted Dimi onto her shoulders, carrying her back to the fortress. The girl hugged the Gerudo woman before heading back to the castle. She sat down in the front foyer and waited.

"I DID IT!" Ganondorf roared victoriously as he burst through the door, causing Dimi to practically jump out of her skin. "We're moving to Hyrule Castle." Dimi sighed in relief at the return of her master. She didn't understand what was happening, but she didn't care as long as he was alive and well. In a very short period of time, they had packed up and moved into their new castle. Dimi's sense of dread was gone, and so were her nightmares.

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Within four years, Dimitria had grown into quite a young woman. She grew thin and lanky. She was a little small for her age, and with puberty came extremely confusing changes and emotions. Worst of all, Nabooru had gone missing and no one knew what had happened to her. Dimi was lost without the woman. There was no way she could ever turn to her master for any kind of comfort.

Dimi went to the stables and saddled up Galloughs, gently stroking his muzzle before mounting him. She picked up the reins and rode him from the castle to the Gerudo training grounds. She stopped the horse at the entrance, hopping down to retrieve her bow and quiver from their hiding spot. She mounted the horse again, practicing from where she was at first. Once she was more comfortable, she nudged the horse into a gallop, shooting at the targets. That was still going to take some work.

Dimi brought Galloughs back into the stable and rubbed him down before putting a blanket on him. She went inside the castle to wash her hands and make dinner. After she ate with her master, she cleaned up the kitchen. She took her time bathing, contemplating what it meant for her master to have power over the triforce. At least he was happy. And in being happy, he didn't pay her any mind and didn't yell at her for making mistakes. She sighed softly and she got out of the tub. She dried off and tugged on her nightgown. She went to her room, crawling into bed and falling asleep.