Trials of Truth
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Warning: Partial rape scene ahead.
Harry missed Link, he really did. But Link was trapped in the Sacred Realm and would remain there for another year and a half or so. It meant that no matter how much he missed the blond there was nothing he could do about it. He stood up thinking he might as well do something useful instead of just sitting there brooding.
"Good morning hatchling," Midaine hissed.
"Good morning Midaine. Out for a sun bath?" Harry asked the king cobra. He had gotten much better at telling which language he was using as time passed by. The years of training with the Sheikah had paid of well and the three children, if you could call them that, had improved significantly.
"Yes hatchling the morning sun is so nice here," the king cobra replied.
Harry smiled. He would forever be hatchling to Midaine no matter how old he got; he knew that. The adults had taken to calling them young men – and woman, – though.
The raven started walking leaving the big snake to her sunbath.
Good mornings were exchanged as Harry made his way to the small fruit orchard he and Salazar had created just south of the village. Galena had been so thrilled at having fresh fruit so close by. It had been a rather hard thing to come by here in the mountains for obvious reasons but the magicians had managed to get some trees to grow and flourish. Harry ran a hand along the bark of an apple-like tree. His hand glowed a faint golden colour, as he fed some magic to the plant. A callused hand landed on his shoulder. "Good morning Sheik," he said seemingly unsurprised at the presence of the youngest Sheikah.
"Good morning Harry, Sheik said with a disappointed growl. "Can't you at least act shocked or something," he groaned.
"Why would I do that?" the raven questioned amused.
"It would make me feel better," Sheik said.
Harry shook his head laughing lightly at the Sheikah's ridiculous request. He could understand why the blond was frustrated. Sheik was a Sheikah after all. Neither Harry nor Zelda had become full-fledged Sheikah warriors. Harry because he was a wizard and could do things the Sheikah would never be capable of while being completely abysmal at certain aspects of the regular Sheikahn regime and Zelda because she simply didn't have the ability to become one. "It would just make you lazy Sheik. You need someone to keep you on your toes," the raven teased.
"I don't even get how you do it. I mean, I don't make a single sound when I approach you," the blond had wondered this before and the answer was always the same.
"I can feel your magical aura Sheik. I know you are there as soon as you come within twenty feet of me," Harry said. He started humming as he walked up to another tree in the orchard.
"Unfair that's what it is," Sheik pouted.
Harry simply laughed at the petulant blond making him scowl.
"Harry, Sheik," Zelda called and they turned to the girl. "Kenteishu wants to see us in the dojo immediately," she informed them.
"When does Kenteishu not want us to come immediately?" Harry muttered to Sheik, who sniggered.
The boys did quicken their pace, though. They made their way to the dojo and settled down on either side of Zelda.
Sheikah Master Kenteishu looked solemn as he sat there on a worn straw mat. "It is time for the three of you young warriors to pass though the trials of truth," he said as he met their gaze one by one. "Should you make it past these trials you will be stronger and wiser. The ones who clear the trials are the only true adults among the Sheikah," he told them.
"You will have to pass though the trials of truth alone," Impa said. "The trials will be different for all of you."
"The trials will test your strength, your skill, your determination, and your will," Annun said.
"And they will first and foremost test your ability to determine the true nature of your soul," Galena finished.
They would have to prepare. The trials could take anything between a week and several months to clear. There was little time for talk as they packed the essentials. The next day the three teens would leave for a test that could either kill them or make them much stronger.
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"Good luck snakeling we will see each other again soon," Salazar told his apprentice as the raven placed the last potions vial in his slotted belt.
Harry was far too nervous to answer though and simply nodded. He made his way to the cave or maybe it was a tunnel entrance where the others were already gathered. Not a word was spoken as the teenager walked down the path into the dim light. Soon the path split there was five different routes to choose from.
Harry took a deep breath before he walked over to a path leading south-west. Somehow he felt that he was supposed to go that way.
It was dark and getting darker with each step the raven took.
Suddenly there was a loud rumbling and the floor started falling out from under his feet. Closing his eyes he could feel that the floor was still there. He sent his magic out to check for voids in the floor. He continued like that his magic guiding his way until…
There was something moving up behind him… It was big.
Harry turned around. 'Shit,' he thought as he saw a giant boulder rolling towards him. He had two choices at this point either he could run like hell or he could destroy the boulder.
It only took him a split second to make his decision; he turned to face the big rock fully raised his hands and… CRACK! The boulder had been reduced to crumble before him. His hands were still glowing faintly from the release of power.
Harry turned around again and resumed walking. He kept going for what felt like hours but could just as well have been only a few minutes before he could see a faint light in the distance. Speeding up, the raven could soon see that the light which he'd first thought was a crack in the cave wall came from what looked like a street – a proper English street at that.
Harry turned around. He could faintly remember this place. It had been many years ago now though.
"Come here you useless little freak," a gruff voice ran through the air.
Harry moved forward, towards one of the houses. It was his Uncle. He looked up at number four, Privet Drive. It seemed to be just like when he had left which was strange wasn't it?
In the garden a small boy had stood up and was walking over to the blond walrus standing by the brand new car in the driveway.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," the boy said timidly.
"There is a scratch there boy," Vernon said and pointed at the car door. "How dare you scratch my car," the man's voice had gotten louder as he spoke.
And then he did something that had Harry see red. He hit the small child so hard the boy hit the ground with a sickening crunch. The small boy didn't get back up. A pool of blood was forming by his head slowly.
"Good riddance," Vernon muttered and walked inside.
Harry looked around. 'Didn't anyone see that?' he wondered, but the street was empty. He looked back at the child. The boy's skin had paled considerably.
'He'll die if the blood flow isn't stopped soon,' Harry thought as he started walking forward. He kneeled down and grabbed the boy's head. He felt for the crack, for there had to be one considering the nasty sound. He found it and focused his magic into healing the wounds he could find. Healing magic was hard and not his best subject but he could do it. As he worked he thought about Uncle Vernon's behaviour. Something was strange. Sure the man had never been pleasant but he had never openly hit him like that.
There was the sound of a door being slammed shut.
"What do you think you're doing on my property? Get out!" Uncle Vernon shouted.
Harry looked up from the small boy in his arms. "I'm making certain he doesn't die," he said between clenched teeth. He was really angry at the man in front off him.
"What is wrong dear," Aunt Petunia's shrill voice came from the open window right next to them.
"It's this kid he can't mind his own business Pet. There is no need to worry," the walrus man reassured his wife. Then he turned back to the raven on the ground. "There is nothing to heal the little nuisance is dead," the man said sounding rather pleased with himself.
Harry saw red he stood up with the small boy held protectively in his arms. "How dare you speak off him as if he is nothing, you big lazy git," he hissed at the man.
The raven could feel his magic pooling around him. A part of him wanted to just kill them to even the house with the ground and erase their very existence. The more rational part of him, however. The part which had been trained by Master Salazar for five years now thought death was a too easy a way out of what they had done. He gathered his power about him. "You will regret the way you have treated us. From this day on you'll never feel safe, you'll never feel satisfied, and you will never raise a hand to another living being again," he said as his magic left his body. He then turned around and left the horrid neighbourhood.
He walked on still holding the unconscious form of the child he had healed earlier. He reached a small grove and there among the trees he collapsed.
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Harry He jerked awake. Something was wrong. He looked around there were trees everywhere just like when he had fallen asleep. But where was the small boy he'd had with him? He stood up and started walking searching for the child.
"Hey Harry."
The raven turned. "Link?" he said surprised at the blond standing there.
Link started moving towards him. "Why so surprised to see me Harry?" he asked as he reached out to grab the smaller teen.
"You're supposed to be asleep Link. In the Sacred Realm," Harry looked into the beautiful sky-blue eyes of his friend.
Link just laughed. "Really that is ridiculous Harry. I've been waiting for you," the blond leaned forward.
Harry was confused. 'Did the Sheikah lie to me?' he wondered. Then he could feel roughened lips press against his own. He responded cautiously letting their lips move together.
Link's hands had settled around the raven's waist and he was slowly moving them up to rest in the unruly locks.
'This feels nice,' Harry thought as Link lapped at his lips demanding entrance. The raven opened his mouth to let the wet appendage in to explore.
They broke apart for air after a moment and Link was smiling as he bumped their foreheads together. "I've missed you," he whispered before he started placing feather light kissed along Harry's collarbones.
"Ahhh," Harry moaned, 'that feels so good.'
"I've missed you too Link," he said and grabbed a hold of Link's shirt. 'What wait, shirt?' the raven thought for a moment before Link lifted his head and any chance of a proper line of thought disappeared as the blond started kissing him again. The blonde's hands travelled down to grab the smaller male's ass. Harry moaned into Link's mouth as the hands squeezed lightly. 'Don't stop,' he thought as Link started rubbing his hardening erection against him.
Hands grabbed to get restrictive clothes off and they were soon lying together on the ground writhing and moaning. "Ahhg, Link…" Harry tried to say something but the blond shushed him with a searing kiss.
It wasn't until Link made a move to pull down the smaller male's pants that he reacted. "Stop Link don't…!" Harry tried to get out from under the bigger teen.
"Shh, Harry you'll like it," Link said as he tightened his grip on the other boy.
"No stop Link I don't want to. Stop it," Harry had really started to struggle against the blond now.
Link reached up and grabbed his hands. "Hold still Harry," he said as he finally managed to pull the raven's pants off. He placed a hand on the smooth flesh of the raven's thigh while holding the teen's wrists with the other. "Lay still," he commanded.
Harry was close to tears now. 'This can't be Link,' he thought. 'It just can't be. Link wouldn't do this.' The raven felt something press against his ass 'NO! STOP!' his magic leaped out off his body and the blond went flying. The magic around the raven started cracking. He stood up and walked over to the blond teen. He narrowed his eyes "What are you," he asked angrily.
"I'm Link. Harry don't you recognise your own friend," the blond said sweetly.
"You aren't Link. Link would never try to rape me. What are you?" Harry's magic was leaping around him like lightning now, scorching the grass as it struck.
The fake Link sneered at the raven. "Took your own sweet time figuring that out didn't you. Maybe you don't know your little hero as well as you think," he said.
"Maybe I don't but I do know you're not him," Harry growled his magic leaping out towards the imposter tearing him apart. He didn't care if he killed a real human being at this point. He hated that it had felt good when that thing had touched him. His skin crawled; it made him feel sick.
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Guilt followed Harry as he made his way through the rest of the trials before him. He hated that he had even for a second doubted what Impa had told him about his friend. The Sheikah wouldn't lie to him. They might withhold the truth but not outright lie.
The way he'd responded to the fake Link's advances was confusing as well. Did he want Link in that way? Did he want to have sex with the blond? The answer to those questions became YES something which had him groaning in frustration. 'Great I want to have a sexual relationship with a guy I haven't met in over five years and who's been locked up in the Sacred Realm during that time,' he ran his hands though his hair messing it up completely. He had let his hair grow out and it now reached past his shoulder blades.
Finally after what seemed like forever he made it out off the cave… or tunnel. He walked forward and let himself fall down in the soft grass. There was a lot on his mind now after he had passed though the trials of truth. Not just about his so called relatives or his feelings for Link, but also concerning his temper which had flared more than once in there. And there was something seriously weird going on with his magic. He rubbed his forehead before he sat up and brought out his violin and bow. He started playing letting his emotions fuel the melody.
He played for hours.
As the sun was setting, Harry heard something strange. Accompanying his melody was a soft hissing sound. He looked around where was that coming from? He stood up slowly before walking over to the tree edge. The hissing got louder as he approached the trees. In the grass there was a small black and white snake hissing in tune with his violin. It had weird cyan-blue markings running over its body which were glowing faintly in the twilight.
"Hello little one," Harry hissed after he had kneeled down next to the small serpent.
The snake seemed surprised. Not that it was very easy to tell with a snake. "You speak our language two-legs?" it asked.
"Yes little one I can speak the language of serpents," the raven answered. He stopped playing and placed the violin down beside him.
"Were you the one making that beautiful sound two-legs?" the little serpent asked as he slithered forward and flicked his tongue at the violin.
"Yes I did. I was playing my violin," Harry said and placed his hand on the instrument.
"Violin… It was sad," the serpent hissed.
"Sss," Harry did the serpent equivalent of a hum. "I play what I feel little one," he told the snake while looking up at the sky. He let himself fall back down into the grass. He was tired. A sigh escaped his lips.
"Could you play some more two-legs?" the serpent requested after a little while. Harry looked over at it. He grabbed his violin and started playing. It was a softer happier tune than before. He played until the sun had set beyond the horizon.
The little serpent stayed with the raven that night.
