Revelation of Lies will be updated every Tuesday/Wednesday and Saturday until completed.

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Warnings: Minor violence in later chapters and boyxboy (Link x Sheik). If you're not a fan please don't read.


~*~*~ Chapter Three ~*~*~

The first thing he can feel when he wakes up is pain. Every heart beat sends a sharp pang though his head. He cracks his eyes open and blinks blearily, blinded by the sun. He rolls onto his side and he exhales sharply when pain tingles through every nerve in his body. His lips crack painfully from the heat.

Another spasm of pain racks through his body and he digs his fingers into the sand underneath his palms and he curls into himself when the pain becomes too intense. Wave after wave of pain hit him and his head feels like it's going to explode. He collapses into the sand and doesn't stir. He's parched. He tongue is dry and there's a filmy feeling over his teeth and the roof of his mouth. He's hot but he's too dehydrated to sweat as he lays in the baking sun of what he can only imagine is the desert.

When he finally has the strength he moves, slowly, onto his hands and knees and that little bit of effort exhausts him. The sun is starting to set, burning red in the sky, but slowly starting to sink. Or is it rising? He can't tell. He looks around but can only see clumps of sage bush and other various plants, the odd gnarled trees looms in the distance.

He manages to crawl a few meters, if he can even call it that before the pain in his head comes rushing back. He can't stifle the cry that escapes his lips and he grinds his forehead into his forearms to try and alleviate some of the pain but it doesn't go away. He collapses again but this time he doesn't stir.


When he awakes again it's to a cool sensation on his forehead and he takes a deep, startled, shuddery breath when he cracks his eyes open and sees a figure posed over top of him. He tries to move away but he's too weak. When he tries to move his body protests by sending sharp jolts of pain through his nerves.

"Easy, you're seriously dehydrated," a soothing voice says over top of him. He can barely see her with his bleary eyes, but she helps him sit up and he can't stop the groan of pain that escapes his lips. She brings a water skin to his lips and let's a little water trickle into his mouth. It's luke warm but he doesn't care. He guzzles the water greedily and she takes it away. "You'll make yourself sick if you drink too much too fast," she says, and gives him another little sip.

"We need to get you to a healer," she says as she puts the water skin away. He doesn't say anything, he just closes his eyes against the harsh glare of the sun and exhales heavily. "do you think you can stand?"

He stares at her dazedly. "Stand?" he croaks.

"Just for a few minutes, just to get to my camel, he will carry us both," she gestures to where a tall, horse like creature grazes on the sparse desert vegetation. He recognizes the animal as a camel instantly. When the girl whistles the camel's head raises and it lumbers over.

"Jemma," she said as she takes the camel's reins, "down." At her command the camel sinks to its knees, still chewing the dry, desert grass.

He stares at the camel. The camel snorts and the girl is back. She helps him up slowly, and when he stands he feels the blood rush from his head and he feels like he's going to be sick but he hobbles to the camel nonetheless. Once he's there he slumps heavily against the creature's side. He visions goes greys out at the edges and he feels likes he's going to collapse. The girl brushes his bangs out of his face gently and murmurs something about how pale he looks but he's too busy trying to regain his bearings to pay attention to her.

Slowly he manages to swing his leg over the camel's broad back and slumps forward against the animal's back weakly. The girls slips on behind him and wraps her arms around him to reach the reins and to keep him on the camel. The camel rises on command and they set off. The jarring motion of the camel's trot makes his teeth clack and his head pound. He doesn't think he'll be able to take the motions much longer when he feels the camel collect itself and slip into a smooth, flowing and ground eating lope.

Despite the smoothness of the gait, the headache assaults him viciously, and he feels himself fighting for consciousness again. Despite his best efforts he slips away again.


When he comes to he wakes to a dull throbbing in his head but its tolerable. His body still aches but he finds that the minor pains don't bother him much. He manages to sit up and he doesn't feel the urge to be sick, which he's grateful for. He's in some sort of tent, and before he can move the flap opens and the girl from before sticks her head in before entering.

"You're awake!" she exclaims, and rushes to his side. "You've been out for days and there was a few times we were sure we were going to lose you," her tones becomes a little more sullen, before perking up again. "My name is Kaylu, by the way."

He stares at her and opens his mouth to tell her his name but he freezes. He doesn't know his name. He takes a shuddery breath and tries to think what he was doing in the desert in the first place but he doesn't know. He has no idea what he was doing in the desert at all. He has no idea no idea who he is.

"Are you okay?" she asks softly and he turns frightened eyes to her.

"I...I don't know who I am," he admits, and it sounds scarier out loud than it was in his head. "I don't remember, it's gone, everything..." he's panicking slightly, but her hands on his shoulders help calm him and he takes a deep breath.

"You have heat exhaustion," she says reassuringly. "You were very sick, your memory will probably come back after you get something to eat and drink and rest."

She helps him up and out of the tent, and he notices the tight body suit like thing he was wearing before had been replaced with loose fitting top and pants, and a cowl is wrapped around his neck. She tells him it's useful for when the sand is blowing to keep it out of his nose and mouth.

He learns that Kaylu and her "family" are traveling nomads, gypsies, and that they move around across the desert but that they had settled here because it was close to a water source, there was food for the camels and that there were many desert treasures close by.

There was a large pit in the middle of the settlement with log benches set around for sitting and eating. Around the pit there was a variety of tents set up with the odd wooden caravan wagon mixed. There was a fenced in enclosure that he assumes is for the camels but Kaylu tells him that during the day the camels are set free to graze and that they don't wander far. Dogs wandered around the camp, seeking out a cool place to hide from the desert sun.

In a larger enclosure he can see sheep and goats milling around grazing. They bleat and call to one another and he can see two babies playing together. Kaylu continues with the tour of the small settlement and introducing him to the other gypsies. They are very welcoming and kind to him and he is grateful for that.

By the time they are done he is exhausted and his growls stomachs loudly. He had some broth when he woke up but it wasn't much and he was hungry again but felt to out of place to ask. Kaylu just smiles at him.

"Dinner will be served very soon," she comments on the setting sun. "Would you like to help me catch the camels? We pen them at night to keep predators away from them and the dogs protect them at night."

"I've never really handled a camel before," he admits as he follows her out to wear the camels are eating.

"It's easy," she says as she grabs the halters of the two nearest camels. "Just grab two and lead them to the pen. The other will follow. We feed them grain at night so they are easy to bring back to camp at night."


As the days go by he doesn't regain his memory. Instead he starts to learn the lifestyle of the gypsies. He finds his body is stronger than he imagined. He doesn't tire easily and the heat doesn't bother him as much as he thinks it should. The gypsies even gifted him with his own camel for while he stayed with them.

Kaylu says he's a natural in the saddle and he finds that riding the camel comes is easier than he thought. She says he must have either ridden camels or horses from wherever he came from. The camel's name is Sahara and she's young, but well trained and surprisingly affectionate.

Despite how well he fits in with gypsies he still feels out of place and he longs for home...he just doesn't know where that is.