(A/N- Hello again! I trust you all found chapter 9 to be...intriguing. Keep
in mind, I'm not good at getting inside Linkie-Boy's head, since he's a
semi-adult male and I'm a fourteen-year-old girl, but I am trying my best.
Hope these little segments don't confuse you!)
How was it that this was happening? He was the great Hero of Time, destined to protect his land and his Princess. He wasn't supposed to feel this way about anyone. Especially not Millerna. It made no sense why it had to be her: a sixteen-year-old girl with a bad background and a worse attitude.
*I'm losing my mind,* he thought, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling above his bed. *I'm just losing my mind. Otherwise I'd have feelings for someone normal. Malon, maybe, or Zelda. Not Millerna. Definitely not her.* But the way she'd looked in the moonlit courtyard...the way the strands of shiny hair blew around her pretty face, the way her skin seemed to glow even brighter than the full moon above...those long, shapely legs...
"I am so messed up," Link muttered, covering his face with his hands. "Goddesses, why can't I just go back to feeling the way I did before? Why do I feel so strange?"
***
The bed in my room was huge. Two people could have fit in it, maybe three. It was fancy, too, with a lacy canopy above it. Everything was white and lacy, the quilt had gold embroidery as well. I really couldn't see why everything had to be so decorative with these people, but at least the bed was nicer than the food had been.
"Sleep is good," I said to myself, slipping under the covers.
***
***Trapped! Trapped in nothingness by that royal bimbo and those damn Sages. And that boy. The boy needed to die! He had tried to escape, but his attempts had been futile.
"RELEASE ME!" he bellowed into the emptiness. "RELEASE ME FROM MY PRISON!" And for the first time, there came a reply.
"What would be in it for me if I did?" a voice asked. The voice came from a man who had appeared beside him. He was tan skinned and black haired, in all the regality of an accomplished thief.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me: what do I get if I free you?" the man said, smirking. "I demand payment for my services, Mr. Ganondorf..."***
Link suddenly bolted upright. Had that been a dream? It had felt so real! Was it possible for someone to break Ganondorf out of the evil realm?
"Take it easy," he said to himself, taking a few deep breaths. "You were dreaming. It was just a nightmare." He lay back down and eventually fell asleep again.
***"What sort of payment?" Gandondorf snarled. "What services?"
"You want him dead, the boy Link? I want him dead, too. I'm willing to help you kill the little bastard."
"Enlighten me, why do *you* want him dead?"
"He stole my whore! And once we kill him, I. Want. Her. Back. That is the payment I want."
"A tempting offer. What is your name, again?"***
***
"Millerna!" I sat up in bed and gave Pretty Boy my best glare. Why was he waking me up so damn early? It must have been two in the morning!
"What?" I snapped. I am not now, nor have I ever been, a morning person. He ran a hand through messy blonde hair and started off on a long explanation of the dream he'd had.
"Pretty Boy," I groaned. "You had a nightmare. Didn't your parents explain to you that nightmares aren't real?"
"I never knew my parents." Complete and total silence. Me and my big mouth.
"I...I'm sorry about that," I said. "I didn't know..."
"No. It's fine. It doesn't matter." Yes it did. His eyes showed as much pain as Serenity's always had. I stepped out of bed onto a rug made of the long, white fur of some animal.
"Come here," I said gently. He hesitated, then obeyed. I wrapped my arms around him. He stood rigid. "I'm sorry, honey," I said. "I guess I don't think before I speak." A few seconds of silence. "The idea is generally to hug back," I teased. He did so rather timidly.
"You're right, this is nice," he said softly, his body relaxing slightly. I couldn't have agreed more. I pulled away a couple minutes later and gently took his face in my hands.
"Maybe you should tell me about all this stuff, sweetheart," I said. "So I don't say something stupid again."
"Yeah, that's a good idea," he agreed.
How was it that this was happening? He was the great Hero of Time, destined to protect his land and his Princess. He wasn't supposed to feel this way about anyone. Especially not Millerna. It made no sense why it had to be her: a sixteen-year-old girl with a bad background and a worse attitude.
*I'm losing my mind,* he thought, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling above his bed. *I'm just losing my mind. Otherwise I'd have feelings for someone normal. Malon, maybe, or Zelda. Not Millerna. Definitely not her.* But the way she'd looked in the moonlit courtyard...the way the strands of shiny hair blew around her pretty face, the way her skin seemed to glow even brighter than the full moon above...those long, shapely legs...
"I am so messed up," Link muttered, covering his face with his hands. "Goddesses, why can't I just go back to feeling the way I did before? Why do I feel so strange?"
***
The bed in my room was huge. Two people could have fit in it, maybe three. It was fancy, too, with a lacy canopy above it. Everything was white and lacy, the quilt had gold embroidery as well. I really couldn't see why everything had to be so decorative with these people, but at least the bed was nicer than the food had been.
"Sleep is good," I said to myself, slipping under the covers.
***
***Trapped! Trapped in nothingness by that royal bimbo and those damn Sages. And that boy. The boy needed to die! He had tried to escape, but his attempts had been futile.
"RELEASE ME!" he bellowed into the emptiness. "RELEASE ME FROM MY PRISON!" And for the first time, there came a reply.
"What would be in it for me if I did?" a voice asked. The voice came from a man who had appeared beside him. He was tan skinned and black haired, in all the regality of an accomplished thief.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me: what do I get if I free you?" the man said, smirking. "I demand payment for my services, Mr. Ganondorf..."***
Link suddenly bolted upright. Had that been a dream? It had felt so real! Was it possible for someone to break Ganondorf out of the evil realm?
"Take it easy," he said to himself, taking a few deep breaths. "You were dreaming. It was just a nightmare." He lay back down and eventually fell asleep again.
***"What sort of payment?" Gandondorf snarled. "What services?"
"You want him dead, the boy Link? I want him dead, too. I'm willing to help you kill the little bastard."
"Enlighten me, why do *you* want him dead?"
"He stole my whore! And once we kill him, I. Want. Her. Back. That is the payment I want."
"A tempting offer. What is your name, again?"***
***
"Millerna!" I sat up in bed and gave Pretty Boy my best glare. Why was he waking me up so damn early? It must have been two in the morning!
"What?" I snapped. I am not now, nor have I ever been, a morning person. He ran a hand through messy blonde hair and started off on a long explanation of the dream he'd had.
"Pretty Boy," I groaned. "You had a nightmare. Didn't your parents explain to you that nightmares aren't real?"
"I never knew my parents." Complete and total silence. Me and my big mouth.
"I...I'm sorry about that," I said. "I didn't know..."
"No. It's fine. It doesn't matter." Yes it did. His eyes showed as much pain as Serenity's always had. I stepped out of bed onto a rug made of the long, white fur of some animal.
"Come here," I said gently. He hesitated, then obeyed. I wrapped my arms around him. He stood rigid. "I'm sorry, honey," I said. "I guess I don't think before I speak." A few seconds of silence. "The idea is generally to hug back," I teased. He did so rather timidly.
"You're right, this is nice," he said softly, his body relaxing slightly. I couldn't have agreed more. I pulled away a couple minutes later and gently took his face in my hands.
"Maybe you should tell me about all this stuff, sweetheart," I said. "So I don't say something stupid again."
"Yeah, that's a good idea," he agreed.