A/N: Just a warning, there's some language here.
Celeste
All I can think to myself at this point is how I'm probably the stupidest person alive. I now understand why Link didn't want me to go, and why Zelda suggested he go with me. So I wouldn't end up like this, where I'm trapped in some monster's home unable to get out without disturbing it. Even after coming face to face with it, I couldn't actually see its face, nor make out any other features with its fully cloaked form. As I am now, fully disturbed, and wrists that feel broken though I'm sure they're not, I couldn't make it very far.
My mind can only handle so much mental torture, and I'm sure if I stay in here longer than a day, I might actually go insane. I try to gain a mental grasp on the situation. I start doing simple things in my mind as I set up in my bed. Repeating my name over and over again. I repeat the names of my best friends. I keep telling myself I'm going to be okay.
But I can't seem to convince myself that I know that.
However, when I look outside, I notice that it is dark out. Wasn't it just light out a few minutes ago? I swear my so-called "sneaking" around the house only took about, say, ten minutes before I was captured again and placed in this room for the second time. Again and again, the event replays in my head. Each time, I calculate how much time that could've taken. But hours? That couldn't be. Unless, when I shut my eyes it was longer than the few seconds I thought it was.
What the hell is going on here?
Outside, the wind seems to pick up and the rustling of the trees bring a chill down my spine. Being locked up in this cage with a monster in the depths of a forest, doesn't not leave me with any comfort. I suppose these thoughts themselves freak myself out and I find the hairs rising on my arms and neck as a sign that I'm on the brink of freaking out. To calm my nerves, I finally get off the bed, but my body feels heavy and I'm moving extremely slow in comparison to before. I'm now even more concerned of what he might have done to me. And if I find out, will I be able to reverse its effects?
I sure as hell hope so.
And so I pray to the goddesses that I can make it out of here alive and beg them to never let me go on these types of missions alone again.
Dragging my feet across the pure white carpet, I lean against the wall as I try to make it near the door. The energy required to lift the invisible hundred pound weights on my feet was unexpected, and I find myself exhausted halfway through the path. I lean against the drawers in front of me and take a breather. This is more than I had bargained for. I decide, as I try to regain myself and wondering if I've always been this weak, to look through the drawers. One by one, I go through each, all except one being empty. The one that isn't empty holds a mere flashlight. I grab it and flip the switch, sure enough, it works. I release a silent sigh of relief as I continue my trudge throughout this god-forsaken room and pray for the best.
When I actually reach the door to escape this Hell, I'm greeted with the fact that the hall way is just as dark as the forest beyond me. I grit my teeth and turn on the flashlight. This must be some sort of sick joke. Whoever that monster is, all they're doing is causing my life more misery than it needs. I'm already having some sense of regret for the all the decisions I've made over the past 24 hours or so. I don't need any help with this nightmare.
To my surprise, as soon as I walk out of my room, the weight in my feet seems to disappear and I fall face first into the ground from moving my legs with so much momentum. Feeling like a fool, I brush it off and get up as fast as I can. My eyes wander over myself to see what changed, but as far as I can tell no physical changes have occurred. I'm still the same. Wearing my same casual Hylian clothes, A pale cream blouse and my black leggings. My cloak seems to have disappeared somewhere, but I can honestly live without it, if it meant escaping this place sometime soon.
I swear, as soon as I focus my attention on the hall in front of me, I see a shadow cross in front of my eyes. I bite my lip hoping that my eyes are just playing tricks on me not used to this abnormal darkness. Cautiously, I begin treading across this perfect carpet. I never took this captor as a neat freak, but it seems he liked a tidy empty house.
I shake my head.
I move forward.
I manage to make it across the hall, down the stairs for the first time with the help of my flashlight. However, I speak too soon and I find myself feeling even more lost. I don't know this area, and therefore I'll be stuck roaming around forever. Furthermore, if I come across that monster once again, I still won't be able to defend myself. His strength was incredible, nothing like I had anticipated. Scuffling sounds across the room, and I begin to think that maybe he's just playing with me. He knows my nerves are jumpy and he's taking advantage of that. Curse this monster.
My flashlight continues to swerve the room frantically in my hand as I try to gather my bearings and hope there's no pitfall in the middle of this room. From what I can tell from this light, it's a living room with about just as much in it as the rooms upstairs. It's merely a living space and nothing personal. Only a few plants here and there. I don't know what his obsession with plants are considering he lives in the middle of a doom forest.
Another chill goes down my spine.
Except this time it isn't the result of the creepy trees singing their strange incantation into the night. This time, it felt like something had actually touched me. The last thing I want is to be touched, let alone by this monster, or whatever other creature could possibly be in here. I shrink in upon myself and draw a few steps forward, despite that, I end up tripping over something. Something that let out a soft yelp that matched mine. Although, my small yelp turned into a loud scream by the end of that. I roll over quickly the eery sounds of movement surrounding me. I feel trapped, suffocated.
"If this is some type of sick joke, this better stop," I warn baring my teeth. I don't know what good saying that aloud would do me. It's not like whatever is surrounding me would care. Plus, who was i to threaten anyone when they could easily make me their dinner?
Chills.
"Ah," the voice from earlier sounds in my right ear, and my eyes dart in that direction. "My, my, you seemed to have escape," he suddenly appears right next to me, "Again."
Another chill. I grit my teeth harder. By the end of the night, I won't have any. Not that'll I'll need them anyway after he's done with me.
"And what are you going to do about it? Send me in that room again?" I dare to challenge him like this. I must be mentally prepared to die.
A sickening chuckle escapes his hood, "Well, all things considered, that'd be rather foolish. After all, you just can't seem to stay still for the life of you."
"Then what?"
"I'll think of something," comes the simple response full of disaster.
The sun starts to rise and I can see the room more clearly. What I had tripped over is standing in front of me with a glare. A deku scrub that is not at all having with being trampled stands at the feet of the monster towering over me.
"Just give me whatever punishment now," I manage a broken smirk, "I hate surprises."
"Like tonight, I take it."
"Oh, you bet."
I don't know where this sudden burst of attitude has come from, but the sense of dread never leaves me. I'm still caught up in his pace, even if he's only said a few words to me.
The sun rises abnormally quick, and now I can see everything. No squinting needed. I see the fiends that Link had fought when Ganondorf was trying to take over. Bokoblins, moblins, deku skrubs coming from their hide out in the pots, no wonder he had so many plants. They were all these creatures. His minions.
My end.
The sun shines bright, and I wonder just how time seems to flow here. It's like it's on a different clock than the rest of the world. The fully cloaked figure, squints in the light taking in the time that has passed. A click of his tongue resounds.
"Three weeks, and none of your friends have come, how disappointing."
My heart stops. My blood runs cold. Did he say three weeks? Have I really been out for three weeks? How in world could I have slept for three weeks straight and still survived? DId he cast a spell on me? But if he could manage that, I'm sure he would've just ended me in general. There was no use in wasting his time on a lone girl who couldn't manage to walk around a house without tripping.
Unless…
"What are you planning?"
"Hm?" his glare at the sun turns into a calculated stare at me. "I'm not planning anything, my dear."
"You're trying to lure out my friends aren't you?" I accuse.
He doesn't seem at all affected by my accusation, more amused than anything judging from his eyes, "No, I could care less about them. I just want you out of my sight." He clicks his tongue again, "You would think your friends would come and save you by now, but I guess they could care less."
"..."
I have no words to that; he seems to notice.
"Don't you think your friends would have come and saved you if they really wanted to by now?" he teases. "I guess you're just as worthless to them as you are to me."
He's playing with my emotions, and I steel myself like Link trained me, "Obviously, this isn't the most ideal spot. Who builds their house in the back of the woods?"
"I wouldn't call this a house so much as a prison, and I'm not the watchguard, " he says. "You awoke the beast, and I should make you pay. But I have my word to keep, and I can't get your blood on my hands. I should just let it end you for me."
By it I'm assuming he means whatever creature was charging for me. But if that's the case, why did he save me if he wants nothing to do with me? I shake it off and try to push forward, but by the time I look back up, he's gone. I growl in frustration.
"Why don't you just free me?!" I yell angrily.
"Because you would die."
"Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes, but I have a word to keep, and killing you isn't part of it."
I grow frustrated even more with his vague responses, "Oh, when Zelda and Link get here, you're going to be so-"
The house shakes a little before I can finish my statement and a black fog presents itself in front of me. I cover my mouth as to not breath in this strange substance that has just appeared before me. When I open up my eyes that were squeezed shut once more, I see red eyes staring down at me with such a ferocity I flinch. The same expression as before. The same expression as when he pinned me to the wall and I thought I was dead.
"I suggest you watch yourself."
A/N: Oh boy, it's been a while since I've updated. Yeah, I got caught in school and stuff, but I've been working on this chapter for a bit now, and I'm still reworking what I had originally as I didn't like how it originally flowed.
Anyway, now that I've finally got this chapter up I can take a bit of a breather. The story is going to start moving perhaps in two or three chapters? I don't know. It's kind of slow as of now, but don't worry it will pick up. And also I plan on switching the perspective at some point, so it won't all just be Celeste.
Alright, thanks for your patience. And i hope you enjoyed this.