Fate

BorderCollieChihuahuaGirl98: Lol! And, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! ^_^ I LOVE AND HATE AYA AT THE SAME TIME!

CupcakePride101: I know! Poor YL! O_O Part of me feels REALLY bad for him… but most of me DOESN'T! Muahahahaha!

To the story!

***Link's POV***

The scream cut into the air like a sword, piercing through the area. I whirled around and saw Midna on the ground, writing and twitching insanely, shrieking at the top of her lungs. Her eyes were wide, and blood was pooling from one side of her mouth onto the dirt beneath her.

"What's going on?" I demanded Ghirahim, who was looking rather alarmed… with his hair, at least. "What did you do?"

Ghirahim spread his arms, smiling. "Sky child, were you not watching me? I didn't do anything!"

I didn't believe him, not for a second. That sly smirk and innocent look were only too familiar to me.

"We need to move," Mory said urgently. "We need to get her somewhere safe,"

"Wait," Avy muttered, frowning. "I hear something…"

I did, too. In the midst of Midna's agonized screams, there were low, threatening growls, growls that reminded me of…

Wolves.

A pack of about a dozen angry, dangerous-looking wolves running for us all

"RUN!" I yelled to them all. Avy grabbed Midna's clammy hand and half-carried, half-dragged her along. Her long, fast legs made up for the extra weight.

Mory was running beside me, her long blonde hair tumbling in the fierce winds as the wolves began to become visible. Their teeth were bared and their tongues were out, spraying saliva everywhere. And they looked hungry.

VERY hungry.

I forced myself to run faster. I was exceptionally fast, but running long distances wasn't exactly my cup of tea.

"WHAT DO WE DO?" Avy screamed to Mory over the shrill cries of Midna, who was still bleeding from her mouth. "DAMN IT, WHERE DO WE GO?"

"RUN UP THE HILL OVER THERE!" Mory replied loudly. "THERE'S A FOREST THERE, IT'S DESERTED! NO ONE EVER GOES THERE! IT'LL BE SAFE UP THERE!"

"WHERE THE HELL IS GHIRAHIM?" I yelled to no one in particular. I then remembered how he would disappear into diamonds and appear somewhere else… that lucky bastard.

Mory notched an arrow onto her bow and, while still running, drew back the string. She released it, and the nearest wolf keeled over, howling in agony.

Avy seemed to get some inspiration from that, because she slowed down a bit. "We can't run anymore. We'll have to fight them! It's our only chance!"

"But—" I frowned. I had gotten the idea both girls were skilled, but I didn't want them to get hurt… most especially Mory.

"We have no choice, you moron!" Avy cried angrily. She stopped in her tracks. "Honestly, YOU'RE the Hero?! Goddesses! If we run for any longer—"

"Okay!" I snapped back, drawing my sword. Avy glared at me, but copied my moves, while setting Midna under a willow tree. I felt bad for once for the imp, who seemed powerful and proud all the time. It was odd, strange, and pretty scary to see her in so much pain.

The wolves charged toward us. I blocked the its heavy blow and sliced its head clean off, leaving blood on the ground. Mory stood at a distance, drawing and releasing arrow after arrow, cautiously taking aim before firing. It hit its target each and every time. Three wolves fell to the ground, slaughtered.

Avy jumped and leaped with incredible fierceness and grace in one, slashing and blocking the largest wolf, which seemed to really want to destroy her. It tossed back its head and scratched at her with talon-like claws, each nail as sharp as a knife itself.

I was too busy looking at everyone else fight, I forgot I was, too, in battle. A wolf slashed me across the chest, making me fall down. I grabbed at my sword, which had skittered a few inches away. He raised his massive claws up over me, preparing for the kill.

Instead, the wolf let out a pained screech and fell to the ground beside me, eyes glazed and blood on its back.

Dead.

I had never been more confused in my life. I certainly didn't kill it. And if everyone was still fighting, then the only one left was—

"Well now, things have just became rather interesting, haven't they, sky child? I do believe that you now owe a life debt,"

I couldn't help myself; I groaned. Of all the people to owe a debt to… Ghirahim? Kill me now.

No. I couldn't die. Not yet, at least. I had to find my brother.

I stood up, scowling at the demon lord, who was smirking. "Shut up,"

The smirk fell. "I just saved your life!"

"I can fight my own battles, Ghirahim,"

"To die? Most definitely,"

I ignored him, still clutching my chest where the slash wound was embedded. I walked over to Mory, who, besides a mild scratch on her cheek, looked unharmed. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Mory nodded. "Just a little shaken... How about you, Link?"

"Pretty bad," I admitted. "The wolf got me across the chest,"

"We'll get to the place, and then we'll deal with you and Midna," she advised. "Hang in there."

I nodded. I glanced over at Avy, whose arm was missing a large chunk of flesh. Ghirahim was completely spotless, which irritated me beyond belief.

We planned to resort to the forest tomorrow morning. All of us settled under a tree and planned to set a fire.

"Do you know how?" Avy asked Mory anxiously. "I would, I think you just rub two sticks together, right? But I'd probably burn myself…"

Mory gave a weak laugh. "Yes, you most certainly would, Avalon. But I don't know how,"

Suddenly, the prepared logs burst into flames. I jumped back in surprise.

Midna, who had passes out before, was sitting by Ghirahim, still looking pale, but grinning weakly. "You guys don't know anything,"

"You're okay!" Mory clasped a hand to her chest. "Thank the Goddesses! I thought you were… you were—"

"A goner?" Avy supplied innocently.

Midna and Mory glared at her with an equal amount of distaste.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," Avy gave Midna a shrug. "It's nice to have you back, Mid,"

"Mid?!" repeated Midna, looking aghast. "Well… that's new."

"Do you have any idea what happened?" I asked, getting to the point straightaway.

"No," Midna frowned. "It was awful… like having pain everywhere on your body, and then having someone slash each wound open again. It was like someone was trying to posses me…"

"Possession?" Mory cocked her head. "That's difficult magic,"

"It isn't THAT difficult," Ghirahim spoke snidely for the first time. "Not for me, at least."

"Of course it isn't," Avy grumbled. "The great demon lord Ghirahim can do anything and everything, can't he? Rat bas—"

"Avalon! Language!" warned Mory with older-sister sternness.

"Sorry…"

"It's going to take me forever to get to Young Link if we keep traveling at this rate," I said worriedly.

Avy flexed her muscles threateningly. "Those Gerudo people better not be hurting your little brother. If they lay one finger on him—even one!—I'll kick their asses so badly they'll be begging for mercy!"

Ghirahim rolled his odd, violet-colored eyes to the ceiling. "Oh, please. As if you could ever kill a Gerudo…"

Avy started to get up, but Mory held her down. Avy glared at Ghirahim. "Make fun of me one more time, Ghirahim. I dare you."

"Don't provoke her," I snapped at him.

He gave me an innocent look. "I'm not! I'm just saying, if those Gerudos haven't touched your brother yet, it's a miracle,"

"What do you mean?" I demanded. "Why would they hurt him? Why the hell would they even goddamn DARE to hurt MY brother? What would they do to him?" (Hehe… Linky, you have NO idea…)

"Information," said Ghirahim simply. "News. Disobedience. Amusement. And many others… would you like me to name them also, sky child?"

Fighting the urge to kill Ghirahim, I buried my head in the hands. Loathe as I was to admit it, he was right.

"Link's everything's going to be fine," Mory promised. "We're going to find your brother. I promise. And I never, EVER break a promise,"

"Unfortunately not," Avy agreed.

"Thank you," I told her sincerely, ignoring Ghirahim's snort. "Do you think he's alright?"

***Normal POV***

"Young Link? Oh, thank the Goddesses! I thought you were—"

Zelda's words were cut off by a gasp as Young Link crumpled to the floor.

"Young Link? Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?"

"No!"

"Well… that answers your question, then,"

The princess ran over to him and turned him over, so that his mangled back was on the floor. He bit back a scream. Zelda cast healing spells over Young Link.

The relief he felt could not be defined. Young Link could feel his bones and ribs mend together. Zelda then carefully turned him over and gasped at the sight of his back. "What did he do?"

"A lot of things," Young Link said, wincing as Zelda placed her hand over his wounds. The pain from her hand and the fixing of the skin was both pleasant and unpleasant.

She continued the process until he was normal. Smiling, Young Link nodded to Zelda. "Thank you, princess,"

"N-no problem," The waver in her voice worried him. "Princess, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she muttered.

"Your magic is growing weaker again?"

"I used it all… now I'm powerless," She frowned. "But if they hurt you again, I won't be able to fix it,"

"Again?"

As if on cue, Mido rushed into the room, grinning madly. When Zelda narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth, Mido kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying backwards. She slammed into the wall, and then slumped, unconscious, to the floor.

"ZELDA! NO!" screamed Young Link. He leapt to his feet and glared at Mido. "What the hell do you want, Mido? Haven't you done enough damage already?"

"I was sent to tell you that tomorrow, Ganondorf will question you again. And if you do not answer, he has some… plans… figured out," Mido smirked, and then frowned. "You look… fine. What happened?"

"Zelda healed his injuries," chimed in Cleo, smiling up at Mido. "She is now extremely weak,"

Young Link shot a panicked look at her as Mido glared. He stormed over the the small blonde girl.

"I never asked you, you creepy little slut," he snarled, and kicked her in the head. Cleo blinked, and then felt at the back of her head and brought back her finger. They were, Young Link discovered in horror, covered with crimson blood. "Ouch! That really hurt! Why did you do that?"

Rolling his eyes, Mido turned back to Young Link. "So, that stupid princess healed you? I'll have to inform Master Ganondorf about THAT… he gave me permission to beat on you a bit, as you were in your 'current state'. I'm sure he will except you exactly the same you were a few hours ago, then," Mido bared his teeth.

He punched Young Link in the stomach. When he keeled over in pain, Mido kicked his ankles hard twice, making him fall down. When he did, Mido picked up a knife and, smirking once again, drove it into Young Link's shoulder blade.

Young Link felt the sharpness puncture his skin and bit back a sob of intense pain. Mido just rolled his eyes again and slammed the knife into the other shoulder. He lifted the knife over his head and drove it into the smaller boy's stomach—all the way. The entire eight-foot knife was jammed brutally into his stomach. To Young Link's horror, he felt the end of the knife sticking out from his back. He screamed—loudly.

Mido pulled it out and repeated the process again, and again, and again. Every time Young Link would get close to passing out, he would pour healing solution on the wound, fixing it completely, and then do it again.

"STOP IT!" screamed Young Link, with tears falling down his cheeks. "STOP IT, MIDO! PLEASE!"

Mido gave him a scornful look, and pulled the knife out of Young Link's stomach. The pain was awful.

"Oka then… I will," he said. At Young Link's look of relief, he added with a smirk, "… because a two very special guests are coming to this cell in a few minutes to torture you for fun. And let me tell you… they are two extremely sick bastards, Young Link… you don't stand a chance. You'll be dead by tomorrow morning if they so choose. They makes Ganondorf's torture look like an amusement park. You just wait… you're going to get exactly what you deserve. You are nothing. Nothing! NOTHING!" Mido looked demented.

Mido turned to Cleo. "As for YOU, you disgusting little oddball, I've arranged the same torture for you. You're a disgrace, and a whore, and just a pain, so that's what you'll get. Pain. A lot of it."

Cleo just stared blankly at him, giving him a strange, almost pitying look. Mdio flushed in disgust and turned around to leave before snarling, "I hope you two rot in hell!"

"We won't be the ones there," muttered Young link under his breath. He was extremely scared inside. Who were these two people, and how could their torture be worse than Ganondorf's?

He was yet to find out.

A Few Minutes Later…

Young link was poking at his stomach's wound, wincing in pain. The cut was deep, but he knew it was nothing compared to what was coming soon.

He was horrified as he heard voices ringing from outside his cell. Cleo must have heard them also, because she turned her head to the doorway, but did not look afraid or even alarmed. She looked strangely fascinated. Young Link wished he had her silent courage. He himself was petrified.

"Aya, do hurry up, you gigantic fool!" snapped a high-pitched female voice. "This is the best day of my life, Aya, and I will be damned if I allow your slowness to ruin it!" An excited, hushed, and evil whisper overtook her voice, making Young Link cringe. "We get to torture children, Aya! CHILDREN! Aren't you happy?"

"Of course I am, Melinda!" This time another excited voice came from the hall, only a slightly deeper male's. "Two prisoners, two young victims, just waiting to be put to our mercy!"

The door swung open, and in stepped a beautiful woman with thick black hair and pale skin that was stretched upon the high cheekbones on her face. She was shorter than the man next to her, who had an evil grin on his face.

There was silence. Cleo stared blankly at the both of them with two very large, probing eyes.

"Hello," the woman said softly, speaking very slowly. "I'm Melinda… and this is Aya… and we, my darling little children, are both here to… you know… make your lives hell…"

She reached out and touched Cleo's pale cheek. "… to see what young terror really is… and shock… and pain…" She gave Cleo somewhat of a slap on her face before withdrawing her hand, wiping it on her shirt as if she had just touched something disgusting. Aya was looking more and more eager. Cleo blinked in surprise, and touched the side of her face in wonder.

Finally, Melinda let out a sigh. "I'll start with the boy. You take the girl. Then we'll switch over," She smirked at Young Link, who cringed.

Aya grinned and grabbed Cleo by the hair. "Come this way, my dear! We're going to get REALLY busy…"

"Follow me," Melinda ordered Young Link. When he did not, she groaned. "Ugh… you're playing defiant, then, are you? This is why I never want children… but, oh well. I'm sure Aya and I will teach you a lesson enough today. After all… everyone has a breaking point!"

She grabbed Young Link tightly by the ear and began dragging him down the hall, ignoring his cries of protest. "Shut up, will you, kid? The torture didn't even start yet! I'm going to gag you when we get IN there, not right now! Unless I have to…" Melinda gave Young Link a glare that could have frozen hell. Young Link swallowed hard and quieted.

"THANK you," sighed Melinda, yanking him down yet another curvy hall. The shabby, uncared-for appearance of Ganondorf's dungeons began to change as they walked on by. The two of them passed rooms filled with bottles on tables and weapons pinned on the wall.

"Here we are," she told him, releasing his ear. He hesitated.

"What are you waiting for, boy, a miracle?" snapped Melinda, letting out a cruel, jeering laugh. "No one knows you're here, kid. No one except Ganondorf, Aya, and I. No one's going to help you. Now, MOVE!"

She slammed her palms into Young Link's chest making him stumble backwards and fall. She started crazily kicking him, sending him sliding into the direction of a gurney-like bed.

"Wow," Melinda breathed between gasps and kicks, snickering. "Ganondorf was right! Beating children is so goddamn FUN!"

After a few minutes, she stopped and reached down, grabbing him by the tunic and shoving him again, but this time, he fell onto the bed. When he tried to get up, he found that metal straps were weighing down on his chest, head, and legs. He could not move a muscle.

"So… so," Melinda said, raising an eyebrow. "What is your name, boy?"

"Y-young Link," he mumbled.

"Excuse me, boy? I don't speak mumble. I didn't catch a word of anything you said!"

"It's… it's Young Link."

"Young Link, huh?" Melinda rolled her eyes. "What a stupid name," Young Link flushed. "Is there an Old Link, then?"

"Yes. I mean, NO. I mean, he's older than me, but his name isn't Old Link. It's Link. Just Li—" He was cut off from his stalling when a piece of duct tape was slapped over his mouth.

"I don't even know why I bother with you filthy runts," Melinda growled. "I hate children… they can't even TALK like human beings!"

By her were many glasses and potion-like bottles, as long as a wide array of knives, axes, and such. He shuddered.

"Well… you might be thinking I'm going to tell you what will happen to you, Young Link, like that weak, impudent fool, Mido," Melinda curled her lip. "Ugh… again, he's a child! Why Lord Ganondorf would even bother with such an annoying, stupid like creature like him? And a SOLDIER?! Please! Anyway, no, I'm not going to. I guess it'll just be a… surprise?" Melinda arched an eyebrow. "Let us begin then, Young Link. I'm sure Aya will want his share, also… he is an impatient man…"

She selected a cruel-looking, curved bronze knife from the array and slashed it across Young Link's chest, purposely reopening Mido's previous wound. Young Link winced as blood began to pour from the slash. Melinda then selected a bottle. Its label read 'Powdered Cyanide'.

Young Link's eyes widened. He closed his eyes and prepared himself for pain.

The pain came.

It felt exactly like it had when Ganondorf had set his wounds on fire, only ten times worse. The burning smell of flesh met his nostrils, the pain was excruciating, he couldn't breathe, and he needed air…

But he did not scream. He wouldn't allow himself to. It was obvious Melinda thought children were weak, and he would prove her wrong.

VERY wrong.

Melinda narrowed her eyes, obviously noticing Young Link's weak form of defiance. "Oh, great. Another arrogant brat. Well, I'll make you suffer soon enough…"

She took a different blade, a slender one, and began cutting Young Link's legs down. She did it three times, creating three bloodstained wounds deep into his skin. Melinda then took out another item. Young Link wondered how Ganondorf had all of these weapons. But what she took out wasn't a weapon.

It was a pen.

She was going to infect his skin.

"No!" Young Link tried to scream, but it was no use; he couldn't speak. Sepsis was a life-threatening case, and Goddesses, he didn't want to die… yet.

Melinda began to press the pen into his wound, spreading the ink in the bloody cuts. Young Link gave a terrified, muffled scream. The pain wasn't as bad this time, but it was still horrifying.

"There," she said nastily, once Young Link's wounds were an odd shade of purple. It was a mixture of the blue ink and crimson blood. Young Link felt sick. "We're better, now?"

Young Link shook his head frantically.

"Hmm… why not?" Melinda mocked. "I certainly had fun. Have you ever heard of blood poisoning?"

Of course I have! Young Link wanted to shout into her face. But he couldn't. He was so scared. He was going to die.

"Once Aya is done with you, this ink will have infected your whole leg. You'll have a good ten minutes before you drop dead to the floor. Unless…" She tapped her chin mock-thoughtfully. "I do have a deal we could make, Young Link."

Young Link nodded frantically. He felt so vulnerable to this. Vulnerable to death.

"You won't have to die if there IS no poisoning. Do you agree?"

He nodded again, wishing she would just get to the point already.

"Well, then… your skin around the wounds will have to go,"

Young Link let her words sink in, and then horror and dread fulfilled him.

She was going to cut his skin off around the injury.

"So, what will it be?" Melinda smiled cruelly at him.

He took a deep breath, and then, hating himself completely and utterly, inclined his head to her knife.

"Good," She smirked.

Walking around, she used rope to tie his chest even more tightly to the gurney, to the point where it was painful. She released the metal straps on his arms, which confused him. He stole his chance and ripped the duct tape off of his lips. Melinda noticed this and scowled at him, but shrugged it off and thrust the knife into his hands.

… the hell?

"Aren't you going to do it?" Young Link questioned uncertainly.

"Oh, no." Melinda said nastily. You must have misunderstood me. I'm not going to do it. You are,"

Young Link's hope and heart both fell with an equally powerful force to the pit of his stomach.

"Well?" She narrowed her eyes once again. "Go on, then!"

He swallowed and placed the tip of the blade against his leg. He inserted the top into it, so that beads of blood began to leak out. He swallowed again. He couldn't believe himself. He couldn't believe he was actually going to do this.

"Hurry up, boy!" snapped Melinda, looking even more angry and impatient with every passing second.

'I'm saving my own life,' Young Link reminded himself sternly. 'You got through Ganondorf and Mido, Young Link. This can't possibly be worse than that,'

He stabbed the knife into his own skin.

Pain was evident, but it was more shocking than hurtful. Gathering up all of his remaining strength, Young Link tilted the blade to the side, causing more blood to spill out. Melinda looked gleeful.

Nauseous beyond what people would believe humanly possible, Young Link cut a vertical line all the way down the long wound. He felt utterly sick once again when he did the same to the other side.

The worst wasn't the pain or the blood. It was when Young Link had to separate his skin from his leg. Bile rose in his throat as he placed the bloody strip of meat to the side of him and continued with the second one. Melinda was beaming, as if this were the happiest day of her life.

Young Link did the same with his second cut, and the third. By the time he was finished with all of them, Melinda looked thoughtful.

"Hmm… well done. Very well done, Young Link. I'll bring you to Aya now. But first…"

She drove the bloody knife into Young Link's stomach.

Forty Minutes Later…

Young Link sat up groggily. His right leg was killing him, and his stomach was even worse. He seemed to be in his normal cell again. For once in his life, he was glad he was.

"Great, you're back to the land of the living," drawled a sickenly familiar male voice. Young Link turned and saw a man—Aya—strutting towards his, smirking.

"You passed out for a LONG time… I heard what Melinda did to you. Crafty, crazy, mental woman she is… that was just cruel." Aya smiled. "Genius."

"But," he went on, ignoring Young Link's glare, "you fainted." He bent over Young Link, who had struggled to his feet. "And, guess what boy?'

"What?"

"I don't like when people faint. I'm going to have to punish you for it…"

"Punish me for it? What are you going to—" Before he knew it, he saw Aya's fist hurtling toward his face.

He fell back hard, landing on the cold dungeon floor. Aya picked him up and threw him against the wall, a mad gleam in his eye. He took out the rope he had and tied it tightly around Young Link's ankles, wrapping them around twice before knotting. He did the same with Young Link ankles.

"I've hurt children before, but never THIS pathetic," sneered Aya. He punched Young Link again, who tried to keep his balance but failed terribly. He fell against the floor again, trying desperately to scramble back and stand up to make a shot at defending himself.

His plan backfired as Aya grabbed him, yet again, this time by the hair. Aya began hitting Young Link over and over in the stomach. The boy started to cough up blood. It trickled from the side of his mouth.

"You're—such—a—freak—Young—Link," panted Aya between blows. "Least—loved—by—your—brother—who—prefers—his—girlfriend. So—weak—that—he—can't—defend—himself—against—a—boy—the—same—age—as—him! HA!"

"Hmm… freak…" He then smirked at Young Link. "Do YOU think you're a freak, boy?"

"No!" Young Link snapped before he could help himself. "I don't think I'm a freak, because I'm not! YOU'RE the freak! What kind of sick bastard takes JOY in hurting people?"

Aya glared down at him, baring his teeth. "Me. I do."

He then took a handkerchief and tied it tightly around Young Link's still bleeding mouth. The white cloth began to become stained with red.

"You are the freak, boy. You! Not me! You! You're weak! You're stupid! You're helpless! And that makes you a freak! Do I have to carve the damn word into your own flesh to make you understand me?! YOU—ARE—A—F-R-E-A-K!" Aya's eyes suddenly became alight with even more malice.

This guy is crazy, Young Link thought, watching as Aya took out his knife. He's insane. He's mental. What is he even doing?

Aya grabbed blindly at Young Link's hair once again, only this time he yanked his head back all the way. "I just gave myself a good idea… this way, you won't forget what you truly are… your place on the food chain of life. Do you agree, Young Link?"

Young Link was confused for a second, and then all of his confusion was drowned out by complete panic. He remembered Aya's previous threat. Do I have to carve the damn word into your own flesh to make you understand me?

Into your own flesh…

Aya placed his knife on Young Link's neck and began to carve. Young Link let out a muffled scream of protest, half of the pain and half of the utter humiliation.

F, R, E

Young Link bit back another scream of horror

A

Young Link closed his eyes, trembling in pain and fear. Only one more letter to go. And then it was finished.

K

"There," said Aya triumphantly. "This is what you truly are. Now, let the REAL torture begin!"

He tied a blindfold tightly around Young Link's eyes. "Now, I've got a surprise for you, boy… only not the good kind!"

Young Link suddenly felt something in his right side; he fell over in pain. As he fell on his right side, he pushed the blade in his side in even more, causing pain to overcome him utterly.

"I love my job!" he heard Aya cackle insanely. Fear collapsed over the poor ten-year-old boy.

He was again met with what was probably Aya's fist. It hit him in the nose. Young Link felt his nose crack and warm blood gushed out of it and onto his face.

"Now, since you're going to pass out AGAIN soon," Aya remarked from his left side, sounding insanely annoyed, "I'll just do one more teensy, weensy thing…"

Young Link felt the blade on his arm, stabbing, carving, into his flesh. He surrendered to the pain and let darkness overtake him. (Didn't I say that last chapter? Eh… oh well. XD)

One Hour Later…

"Young Link?"

Young Link opened his eyes. The blindfold was no longer there, and his hands were free, as were his ankles.

"Oh my Goddesses… what happened to you, Young Link?"

He made out the form of Zelda over him, and saw Cleo, bloodied and unconscious, in the corner.

Young Link swallowed hard before looking down at his arm. What he saw made horror come over him.

The incision read:

Aya's Property

Samusaran101: OMG! I can't believe I just did all of that to my poor darling Young Link… all in one chapter! O_O Thank you so much, BorderCollieChihuahuaGirl98, (read her story "Crimson", it's amazing!), for lending me Aya! He'll be back soon… hehehehehe…

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