So I've had this done for a while but my beta mysteriously dropped out of contact. It's been…well a long while so I decided to go ahead and post the chapter. That means, this was not read over by my beta, just me so it might have more mistakes and awkward phrasing. Once my beta is reachable again and returns the chapter, I'll switch them out so this should only be temporary. Just couldn't wait any longer since it's been three months since my last update. Still I hope you enjoy.
"Almost done."
Link grunted as the man wrapped bandages around his waist, not too softly either. He wasn't in the original cell anymore, he was moved. He paced around angrily for a good half an hour but then a group of Elite Knights came to fetch him. They chained his arms together and then looped chains down to his feet so he could barely walk. He then shifted his feet on the ground as they lead him to his next cell. It was quite a long struggling walk. It was a couple floors up and all by itself. Link realized that this was, in fact, the place they'd keep political prisoners. People that didn't deserve the dungeon but couldn't be trusted to stay in a room. Simply put, Link went from the worst to the best.
His current place still had bars and wasn't anything too comfortable, but it was clean and decent size, with actual walking room. His cot had honest wool blankets and it wasn't freezing cold. The cell was about the size of the entire room which was set alone from the rest of the castle. To get into the room you went down twisting spiraling staircase in a cliché tower. Then there was a small gap of space where there was an old wooden bench that seemed to have been around far too long, pressed against the wall for guards to sit. There was a small table outside the cell for the guard to eat and have some candle light, although there were already torches on the wall that cast a warm glow.
Link currently sat on his bed, still chained, as a man dressed his wounds. Link welcomed the change greatly, but it wasn't exactly comfortable, with the not so gentle doctor, the chains still on, and the fucking spear at his neck with a guard glaring at him. Link didn't even bother to glare back, he wasn't in the mood anymore. He wasn't the big tough Ordonian warrior that was going to claw his way against everyone. He was retreating back to his brain to think matters through and there was no point in antagonizing the man with the spear.
Link let out a small chuckle at the situation. When he did, the doctor stopped and the man tightened his grip on the spear. Link almost made another noise but figured it would only add to everything. After a while the doctor continued to wrapping his wounds. He found it funny that they both still feared him greatly. The man had a spear for Goddesses' sake. He was trying to be so far away from Link he was practically outside the cell.
"All done."
The doctor stood up and with a curt nodded hurried out of the cell.
"Hey thanks," Link called after but the man was already around the wall of the steps. He aimed his focus at the man with the spear, which was still pressed against his neck. "Hey the docs gone, can you move your pin from my face."
"Shut up," The man snarled backing out of the cell, which did in fact, remove the spear from his face, so Link didn't care so much. He slid the door closed and then continued to glare at Link through the bars. It was starting to get on the boy's nerves.
"Think you can get me a cup of tea," Link asked crossing over one of his legs.
"Think your funny, do ya?" The spearman growled. He wasn't the guard, the guard was sitting also staring at Link but hadn't said anything. He obviously knew how to deal with prisoners.
Link shrugged, "I try, see I'm not blessed like you. I am cursed with amazing looks and a gorgeous smile. If I had that ugly mug like you I'm sure everyone would laugh without me trying."
The man banged against the bars with the spear in what Link supposed was an attempt at intimidation…obviously there was no effect. What was in fact more surprising and utterly ridiculous in Link's mind, was the spearman continued to bang against the bars. Link could only figure the man thought it would eventually get to Link. Maybe hurt his ears until he could no longer hear? Maybe the tiny vibrations through the floor would cause his foot to fall asleep? Even the real guard was looking strangely at the man as he stood there just rapping against the bars.
"What are you doing?"
Everyone's head snapped to see a very disgruntled King standing at the bottom of the stairs. His brow was narrow staring at the spearman, equally confused.
Link let out a whistle, "Busted."
The man sneered at Link before turning back to the King. "Not so tough anymore now that he's in his cage, eh Your Highness?"
"Do not speak of things above your comprehension," The King replied surprisingly.
"Your Majesty?"
The King walked over to the table and grabbed a heavy thick blanket. He threw it on the two torches on the wall. They instantly went out leaving the room to the simple glow of the candle which, as hard as it tried, could not press its light throughout the room. The King picked up the candle and held it at his chest. He wrapped a hand around it to contain the light even more causing the enter room to go black. The small room seemed to elongate in the darkness.
"Can you see?" The King asked the spearman.
"No, my King." The man answered confused looking around in the dark. The only thing he could see was the King's chest and the slight glow that reached his beard.
The King moved his opened his fingers and the light burst through the cracks of his hand. They streaked out in visible lines but still did not light up the room. Maybe more than before but nothing where it was considered visible.
"How about now soldier?"
"No…my King."
"I can also not see," The King said slowly turning to Link's cell. He held the candle up a little in his direction.
In an instant, golden eyes glowed in the cell of blackness and caused the two men besides the King to let out a short gasp. They disappeared as Link blinked and reappeared just as quickly. Link couldn't see everything but he could make it out well enough, it was a great increase compared to the other three in the room. He knew the King's game. He was startled by it, since it was a compliment and not everyone knew about this Ordon fact.
The King spoke solemnly as he lowered the candle. "His eyes are like those of a dog. They catch more light to reflect and therefore he can see much better at night."
"I do not understand." The spearman muttered.
The King walked over and relight the torches with the candle since it didn't take much. He spoke as he did, "You have been trained for war, he has been born for war."
The spearman didn't know how to reply and only stared at Link as if looking at him in a new light. The prison guard also stared on and Link simply met their gaze. He felt like he was now on show but it was for once a good reason.
They finally understood that Ordon was superior in the art of war since the day of birth. Since the beginning of Ordon it has been considered a warrior village, preferring hunting to growing crops. Through many years of evolution and survival of the fittest all the villagers of Ordon are made for war, literally. The bodies are born with more blood cells to carry more oxygen, their muscles are naturally bigger to always be able to overcome hard tasks. There pores on their skin are more efficient to release sweat easier and keep them at cooler during the heated battles. Their eyes glow to see better at night, a sense of pride and determination that is never taught but born with, and their working habits only add to their abilities. Along with the culture planting fighting as a life into their minds. With all this, Ordon warriors have been able to be at the top of all fighters, never being bested. People could train hard, but they weren't born with the gifts of war, and that was why Ordon was so mighty.
"Unshackle him," The King ordered.
The guard knew not to question the King and did as told. He stood up slowly, his big belly almost bobbing as he walked over. Link held his cuffs up smiling as the man used the King to undo the lock.
The guard finished freeing him and left, going up the stairs. The spearman turned to follow after him.
"I like my tea with a hint of ginger," Link called out after him.
"They shout for your head and you joke," The King growled.
Link leaned against the wall while sitting on his cot. "We both know you can't do that."
The King met Link's gaze for a moment in a standstill before sighing and sitting on the bench. "You're right once again. That would cause another war, Goddesses know you are their hero and would be a martyr."
Link arched an eyebrow, "What happened? You use to have a little more fight in you."
The King also leaned his back against the wall. "I've grown tired of this Link. It was all fine to shout and yell but once a life is lost it is no longer acceptable."
Link readjusted himself on the cot and his position in his mind on the King. "I did not mean to claim that man's life. I know an apology means nothing to his family, but I had no ill will against him."
The King waved him off, "He didn't have family," the King answered before suddenly jutting his finger out and looked Link in the eye, "That does not make it right mind you."
Link held up his hands defensively, "Never said it was."
There was a pause and both men just continued to watch each other.
"Your horse has been taken into our stables," The King spoke breaking the silence. "She is being taken care off don't worry."
"Thank you, you know I care more for my horse than myself."
The King nodded. "I was afraid she'd be harassed outside without you there to protect her. Don't think I'm trying to take her."
Link smirked, "If you tried, I'd slaughter you without a second thought."
"An interesting notion." The King scowled.
There was another pause as both men didn't know what to say. They just kept glancing around, almost avoiding eye contact.
"How's the Princess?" Link asked ending the silence this time.
The King chuckled, "You ask as though you're friends."
Link shrugged, "Her idea."
"I'm sure it was," He responded. "She's always being so friendly; it's why everyone likes her."
"Everyone does like her from what I've heard," Link complimented, "She'll make a fine queen some day."
"I know she will," The King agreed but began shaking his head, "However currently she's held up in her room not letting anyone enter. Even me, her own father."
Link smiled meekly, "Well from my experience teenage girls often like speaking to their father last."
The King frowned, "Well I wouldn't have this problem if it wasn't for you who I heard from an outside source got in quite the heated argument."
"Guilty."
"Who won?"
"Who do you think?"
"Zelda."
"…yeah."
The King smiled, "She's unbeatable, trust me."
"You care deeply for her." Link noticed.
"Of course," The King leaned in closer, "I'd sell the kingdom for her."
"Secrets safe with me," Link tapped his nose.
The both chuckled for a little while before settling back down. They only talked for a couple minutes but were already beginning to see each other in a different light. There was more to the King, ruler of Hyrule, and more to the warrior from Ordon. They were just two different people that happen to be at opposite sides and no matter what they would be. Did they expect a friendship, no. That option was never allowed between the two of them, but maybe they could understand each other.
"Pardon me?" The King and Link looked to the stairwell to see no other than Ganondorf there. He had his usual black suite on with a long deep rich red cape. He was hunched over like always making him look rather sluggish. His arms hung at his side mostly behind the cape that almost covered him completely. His words were said to be polite but he always managed to say them in a bored manner like they were unnecessary. He was an odd character Link decided. His eyebrows were connected to his hair which met in a point above his forehead. He wore some Gerudo jewel in a headpiece that was snug on his forehead. His long nose looked sharper than a spear.
What Link noticed was how rough his hands were. He couldn't see Ganondorf doing any labor with his Lordship and his lackadaisical demeanor. He had the same hands as Link and the King. Which told Link at one point in his, life Ganondorf did hold a weapon of some kind. Maybe just a simple dagger to look the part of a lord. Either way it was an interesting notion to consider and ponder.
"Lord Ganondorf," The King addressed rather surprised. "What brings you here?"
"I was going to speak with the young boy here," Ganondorf dragged out slowly like a kid explaining what he did that day to his parents. "But I see you are in discussion and I will not interfere."
The King arched an eyebrow, "You cannot bring up the matter with me here?"
Ganondorf let a slow smile spread across his face as if the King said something funny. "No, my King. It was nothing important, just a chat between us. There is no necessity behind it."
"If you say so," the King seemed reluctant to believe his words.
"I'll be returning to the desert," The Lord told them. "I enjoyed your hospitality King Terrell; I hope to repay it soon." He then turned to Link and a mischievous smile spread as he looked him in the eyes. "Link, listen to me as I say this. You will be the strongest warrior in all of Hyrule, but not yet. You are too young and inexperienced."
"Maybe you're a tad too old," Link retorted.
"Ordon sarcasm," Ganondorf smirked, "As famous as its steel." He turned with a flick of the cape and retreated back up the stairs. As he did he spoke with the words bouncing off the stairs' spiral lined walls, "The King had marvelous ideas, he just went about it in the wrong way."
"What does that mean," Link growled.
The King shrugged, "I do not understand that man. He is a mystery to everyone but not to be underestimated."
"Doesn't look like much," Link commented.
"Now he doesn't," The King replied. "He used to be a great warrior."
"That explains his hands," Link muttered more to himself than the King, who heard him all the same.
"He was considered the greatest fighter in all of Hyrule back in the day."
"That great huh?" Link's interest perked.
The King nodded. "He was so great in fact, that he was causing the world turmoil." Link arched an eyebrow in confusion and that as all that was needed. The King leaned forward more interested in this discussion. "He triumphed over any obstacle, basically a hometown hero. It's hard to tell but he stands well over six foot. With lightning speed and immense strength. Not only physically, his mind can impress the most brilliant generals with his tactics. He is the definition of born for war."
"But…" Link drawled out to get the King to keep going.
"Not quite at the but yet." The King folded his hands together leaning on his knees. Link sat on his cot with his back to the wall listening to the King's story. He didn't hear much outside history in Ordon, not that it wasn't known, he simply just didn't concern himself with it.
"He took leadership early on because his Father died and at the age of twenty he was made Lord. First thing he did was begin building an army. You can see how this could be quite frightening. He was young, skilled, loved, and ambitious. As you've learned this can cause many problems for other people."
"The curse of greatness," Link smirked.
The King grumbled some non-audible words before continuing. "I addressed this issue with him and he gave that sly, yet stoic smile where you never know what he's thinking. He reassured me he was simply fixing the loose ends his father didn't. I didn't believe him until reports that the villages of the desert were being reinforced and fixed up. He was using the extra soldiers to make living better, dig more wells, more streets. He was completely reshaping the Gerudo lifestyle for the better and everyone loved him more."
"So what was the problem?"
"I asked each other leader about it, so it wasn't just my thoughts alone." The King said first to make sure Link wouldn't jump to conclusions. "He now had a big army, happy people, and a good economy. He could expand if he so wished. Everyone knows his people would follow him to the world's end. He could attack any village in Hyrule and probably win. The Zoras, Gorons, and even Ordon fear this was a possibility. Of course, Ganondorf never made any offensive move. He never made hints to attacking, he never asked for compensation not to, there were no threats. It was as if his mind simply didn't even think about starting a war."
"Maybe he wasn't," Link suggested.
The King tipped his head back and forth in consideration. "That's always a possibility, but in all history young powerful people always want more. The problem this time, Ganondorf had the numbers and skill to get more if he so wished. But he never did and now he can't."
"Oh?"
The King nodded, "He fell from a horse one day…his back landed on a rock." The King looked Link in the eye. "He was told he'd never walk again, but that bastard proved them wrong. As you can see he walks but he can never completely straighten his back. It completely broke him and that's why he's so lazy and never seems to care what people say. As bad as it was for him, it put the world at ease. There was no longer fear of an attack since he could not lead a significant battle injured like that."
Link nodded in agreement. It seemed strange that one man could be a deciding factor in war but it was the truth. Once one important man falls, the moral of the troops' falls, and then the battle is lost. Emotion and a focused mentality are keys in essential war. If Ganondorf couldn't lead the battle in the front, the people wouldn't be able to fight to their full potential. Gerudo doesn't have many heroes to lead battles, so in that culture it was known the Lord would lead the battle. Hyrule had Captain of the Guard and other known knights that could raise moral and the strength of the army. Ordon had many to lead into a charge. Numbers were important, but a single strong hero would always be the deciding factor.
"Then five years later, he was present at the war against Ordon," The King said. "He was actually against it at first, saying it would only cause more turmoil…he was right as always. That man can see into the future. Nevertheless, I ordered him to help strategize and without him I can easily say Hyrule would've lost many, many more men."
"He's that good?" Link exclaimed.
The King Laughed, "A twenty-seven-year-old came up with better strategies than fifty-year-old war veterans. They were upset but his worked most of the time. Of course against Ordon nothing works as well as you hope, and I saw shock on his face as one of his strategies completely fell apart. Ordon just countered it automatically without any hesitation."
"That's what we do," Link said proudly.
The King took a serious demeanor. "What I see in him I see in you. Link you have such ambition and skill. I know you can think far ahead of your opponent in battle, knowing what combination you do will have what effect on them. He was just as skilled, and could've done so much. Link, do not be wasteful with what you have. Don't be a stubborn, haughty boy. Be a leader and lead Ordon into the future."
"I am no leader," Link answered heatedly. "Just a warrior who will follow his village."
The King sighed, "Perhaps not yet Link. I cannot see a future in which you don't lead Ordon."
Link didn't respond. He wasn't quite sure how too. It was a compliment but also a very strange one. Did the King see that much out of him? To run a village was certainly not something for him. He was just that boy who enjoyed fighting and being the person the village could depend on now and then. He never did anything too serious, did he? The boar, and that time the river was flooding. He didn't exactly do it to lead people; he just helped out when he could. He never thought about being anything more than just another person in the village. Surly other didn't think of him like the King did?
While Link was thinking a silence filled and when Link noticed it his thoughts returned to what was presently going on: him in a cell for breaking the law.
"So what are you going to do with me?" Link asked rather casually.
"We can't kill you, as you know."
"Disheartening."
"So we are left to probably giving you lashes."
"You say it in such a nice way," Link's sarcasm was ever present.
"You do not seem worried," The King noted.
Link shrugged as his only response.
The King leaned forward on his knees, "Have you ever seen someone after being whipped." Link shook his head causing the King to continue. "I know you aren't naïve and I know you don't think it won't hurt. But you have to understand they don't simply cut your back or cause some skin to break. They literally turn your back into mush. The skin and blood and muscles just all mix to form a disgusting soft open mess."
"Oh don't candy coat it for me." Link drawled out sarcastically once again.
"After forty lashes a man can barely walk. Your back is connected to everything and every single movement causes pain. You cannot ride a horse for weeks after that amount."
"Well that raises a problem."
The King and Link both knew they couldn't keep him long. There was a point that he'd have to be released. If he was so injured he couldn't ride his horse then he'd have to stay longer or get an escort which both knew would never end well. However he couldn't not get punished, they both also knew that fact well. Link outwardly did wrong and even he would admit and submit to authority.
"Also if you go back to Ordon all torn up I'm sure it won't go over well," The King added. "The last thing I need is getting Bo all worked back up. I don't know if you've ever seen him mad but he's quite the unstoppable force." Link smirked in agreement. "Which is why you will probably receive twenty lashes."
"How generous."
"You should be dead," the king deadpanned.
"Fair enough."
"Twenty lashes will still hurt like hell but you won't be incapable. You'll be able to ride back to Ordon with pride, which I know is a big deal to you obviously. You'll learn your lesson-"
"What lesson?"
"-and be able to continue with your life." The King growled out at the end ignoring him.
"We wouldn't be here right now if you simply let me win," Link said raising a very dangerous topic.
"I-"
"Uh ah," Link shook his head cutting of a king. "No excuse, no nothing. Everyone knows I was going to win, it was so obvious you stopped it. Was I wrong to kill that man? Yes, I am not denying that. But what lead to it, me winning, not even cheating to win. You had no right to take that from me."
The King sat back slightly defeated. Link raised a good point. He didn't go about it the best way but it did all lead back to the King starting the problem.
"What would've been so wrong with someone from Ordon winning the tournament?" Link asked seriously. "Do you hate us that much?"
The King leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He brought his rough folded hands to his lips and tapped against it. His mind seemed to be tearing itself apart on the inside as words for slowly coming together. He was exhausted and stressed as his mind was fighting a war. Tired from the misconceptions, tired from the rumors and missed intentions, tired from all the hate directed at him.
"I don't hate Ordon." He finally spoke so quietly his words simply drifted to Link.
"Oh thank the Goddesses," Link exclaimed throwing his hands into the air and speaking with heavy venom and sarcasm. "How silly of me to think the taxes and the insults and the fucking war was all because you don't hate us."
"I don't, it's true," The King repeated stronger. "In fact…I love Ordon. It's personally my favorite village."
"What are you doing?" Link asked seriously his eyes narrowing.
The King sat back and stared Link in the eye. "Link…I knew your father. I knew him personally. Him, me, and Rusl were all friends."
"I'm supposed to believe that?" Link proposed sternly.
The King shrugged, "It's the truth. Maybe it should say we had more respect towards each other than friendship, but that still meant a lot. Obviously we didn't travel around together and I suppose to you and others we didn't seem like good friends."
"I don't understand," Link said honestly. "If you were his friend, which I don't see how since I've never heard of this. Then why did you start a war with Ordon?"
His folded hands once again pressed against his mouth. His eyes closed as he fought for the words. Outwardly pained by it all he sat still on the bench. A deafening silence filled the room with such strength it was practically painful. The fire's warm glow seemed to cool and darken on his face.
"I was…obsessed," The King admitted slowly, stressing the last word like it was a drug he could not rid himself of. "Obsessed with the power of Ordon."
Link couldn't even say anything in response.
"I didn't want to fight a war, I wanted to unite Hyrule." The King said exasperated slamming his fist on his knee. "I didn't declare war, I suggested we unite together and I was refused. You've learned of my hot head and my stubbornness. I promised an army that they'd crumble and cower against."
"That doesn't exist," Link reminded him of the obvious Ordon pride.
"So I learned," The King rubbed his hands over his face exhausted from it all. "I brought the biggest army in history so Ordon would see its fate and simply agree to join me. It would've worked, it would've united all of Hyrule but I never expected…I never thought for one second Ordon would still bear arms."
"You never wanted the war," Link repeated to himself astonished at such a discovery.
"Yes," The King admitted, "I couldn't simply turn around and leave with an army of thousands. An army of many clans and tribes, I had to fight the war. After I knew the war had to be fought, I figured a day of gruesome fighting would end it." The King chuckled bitterly, "I was naïve enough to think I would win the war in a day. I knew how strong Ordon truly was but still thought my numbers would win."
"But it lasted a week," Link said.
The King's head fell into his hands, "The worst week in my life. I never imagined such a horrible thing. I've seen battle, I've seen war, but that one week against Ordon was nothing I'd ever experienced before. The level of the fighting was above my ability to control."
"With all the battles you've seen?" Link questioned.
"What battles?" The King laughed bitterly. "There haven't been any wars around here in some time. There's always been the bunch of barbarians that try something but they are never anything too bad. A fight against Ordon is a fight against a monster…with a stick. Sure you'll get it eventually if you keep poking it, but not without loss."
"But how did you know my father," Link pressed getting back to the more important topic.
The King smiled meekly. "There was a group called the High Nine. Nine Knights that were considered the best of the best. We were above the Elite Knights, personally picked by the current King. I was on this group."
"You?"
The King narrowed his eyes, "I was not always how I look now and to give you an idea of how elite this group was. Lex was a part of this and his predecessor Talgy. And also one Zora you know, Piscis-"
"Piscis?" Link furrowed an eyebrow, "He acts as though he barely knows you."
The King chuckled, "That river rat…he is a strange one, always up to tricks and his clever sly ways. I never understand him but trust me, he knows me well, we are good friends from the past." The King explained and seeing Link satisfied with the answer continued. "So four out of the Nine: One is the second highest position besides royalty within the Zoras; the Prince's body guard. Two became Captain of the Guard and one became King…do you understand how elite this group is now?"
"Impressive enough," Link admitted, "Anyone else I know."
"There were two Gerudo that disappeared during some adventure they went on. There was one with Sheikah background, and then two more Knights from Castle Town. The last three all died in the war against Ordon, I believe your father claimed the Sheikah and Talgy. Rusl took out one of the Castle Town Knight, then Vix took out the other Castle Town Knight."
Vix was a villager in Ordon. He was big and known for his skill in wielding a double bladed axe. He was also close friends with Link's father in the past but better friends with Bo. Link saw him usually at any village commotion. He was one of the top fighters in the village but with a good heart. Always seen playing with any kids and teasing his amazingly beautiful wife. Link always was fond of him but when Link's parents were gone Rusl took over as the father figure. Rusl even told him once Vix was going to take the role but it was decided Link knew Rusl more and therefore should be the one to have Link, since the child would be more comfortable around Rusl.
"They must've been really tough," Link praised. "Those three Ordon villagers are the best that I know of."
The King nodded in agreement. "All in one on one duels, with no cheap shots. They were all respectful of each other and each had their beautiful death."
"But how did you know my father?" Link asked again bringing the topic back.
The King smiled easily seeing how excited Link got about his father. "The point of the High Nine was to travel to all the five kingdoms in Hyrule. Zora's Domain, Goron Mountain, Gerudo Desert, Ordon, and technically the city of Hyrule where we begin."
"What was the point of this journey," Link inquired quite interested.
"It was a fellowship to bring more joy of all the clans and villages. It was kind of a political thing plus it was an adventure and since we were all young we welcomed it. Really we were supposed to learn the ways and different cultures."
"Where'd you travel first?"
The King sighed, "I wish I could tell you all about it, but it would take years. To sum it up we traveled to Gerudo first." The King smiled boyishly, "Many, many pretty young women were there."
"Very chivalrous," Link commented.
"Like you wouldn't have at that age," The King accused jokingly, when Link rolled his eyes he moved on. "That's where I saw Ganondorf for the first time. Only a young boy who just turned of age but he showed such promise we all knew he'd be big later in life."
"How'd you see him?"
"Each place we visited would show off their skills," The King explained. "To show what they had to offer, and since we were knights there was a lot of sparing. We all sparred against Ganondorf, we easily won back then but it was showing how we acknowledged how the village put him up as there man."
"Interesting," Link crossed his arms thinking about it.
"Yes it was," The King smiled reminiscing. "After that, we went to Zora's Domain. Now imagine lots of partying and then staying with the Zoras."
"Quite the drag."
"An understatement," The King laughed, "We had to mind all our manners…it was hard to say the least. But we learned how they think about the fish and water. How it is almost another whole life that we just completely forget about. Their saber and daggers styles were impressive."
"This sounds like a trip I'd go on." Link commented.
"It is a trip that you should go on," The King urged then pausing for a second thinking about what next to tell. "We actually visited the Sheikah tribe in the Snowpeak Mountains. We didn't have to but there was no rush in this journey so we wanted to visit every place. After that we made our long trek to the Goron Mountain."
"You put it together like it's a simple travel," Link noticed.
"It was months into the journey already and weeks of travel between places but worth it." The King said, "Each village and place we'd go by we were heroes. They welcomed us with so much food and drink I have never been able to recreate those meals." The King burst into a fit of laughter, "The Gorons had tables of whole meats thinking we ate as much as them."
Link could only imagine the amount of food that was on those tables. It made his mouth water since he hadn't had any food since his morning meal before the fight.
"I met Dangoro here, and he laughed at us for being Hyrulians. We never were able to beat him, something you should be beyond proud of for that accomplishment." He praised having Link flash him a smirk. "However he knew we were skilled of our species and admitted our strength by the end of our stay."
"Then…Ordon?"
The King nodded, "That was the last stopped. It was coming close to a year on our journey at this point. We thought we were so experienced and powerful. We thought we were the best in the world seeing all other cultures. Compared to every other place Ordon just seemed like a little village in a forest. We weren't expecting much and actually not really wanting to go there at all."
"But you did still?"
"We couldn't be rude and just deny this last place our visit." The King sat back and smiled, "We thought other places welcomed us…there is no welcome like an Ordon welcome."
Link smiled, "The entire village cheering for you and offering you everything, am I right?"
"Most indeed," The King answered giving a rare toothy grin. "We feasted all the night, danced our feet off in the tavern with a band. I still say that is the best music I know, so upbeat and fun." Link smiled again happy the King was admitting all the good things about Ordon. "We stayed in the inn and were actually allowed to sleep in late. Almost all the other cultures we had to get up early to do some ritual of some sort. In Ordon everyone slept until they were satisfied. This caused us to think everyone in this village was lazy."
The King crossed his arms and one leg over the other getting more comfortable. "However the next morning we sparred and of course we all were cocky. The Knights of Nine travelled all Hyrule and now this one village we are supposed to spar in. Ordon was known for its fighting but we never witnessed it."
"Impressed?" Link inquired.
The King chuckled, "We all walked to the cattle grounds to get some space. As we walked up to the fence we saw some Ordonians already sparring." The King leaned forward, "It was your father and Rusl. They were laughing and joking as they fought and we all leaned against a fence watching them." The King motioned with his hands as he talked. "Now being polite we said how they were skilled and impressive. Honestly none of us thought that…it wasn't that we thought they were bad. We just thought we were better."
"I'm guessing you weren't."
The King shook his head slowly, "Not at all. Your father kicked all our asses and Rusl beat us as well." The King laughed, "It didn't help they were younger than us too. I walked into that fight smiling and joking with your father. Saying how I'd go easy and stuff. I was on the ground in less than ten seconds. He flashed me a grin, just like yours, and asked if I was cloud gazing."
Link laughed loving every story he's ever heard from his father.
"Ordon is indeed known for its humor." The King chuckled, "I was enraged and tried again…I lasted twenty seconds. Mind you I was considered the best in the group of Nine too, but I could just not beat your father. I went all out and the fight only lasted a short five minutes. He as just better than me no matter what I did. It didn't help he constantly belittled me every time I lost."
Link smiled proudly. "Frustrating?"
The King leaned forward, "You know what was worse…they were drunk."
Link outwardly laughed. "How? It was the afternoon."
"They were drinking throughout the night until the morning. They were still feeling the effects and were able to beat us. It was unfathomable." The slowly shook his head. "I can't explain the feeling I felt at that point. It wasn't just anger and embarrassment…it was fascination. I was hooked on their skill and wanted to be as good as them."
"But you were young," Link surprised he was actually supporting the King. "You surely got better."
"Damn right," The King nodded, "I stayed in Ordon for a month training with them."
"Really?"
"Yes, and I did get much better. I also learned your culture well, I gained friends and I fell in love with the place. So when I returned I was a month after everyone else. I was questioned to why I arrived late and I showed them my skills." The King smiled brightly at Link. "I was better than everyone in the city, I was the best."
"Hard to believe," Link jeered.
"It may be now but not then. Also I'm sure this will make you happy. I never did beat your father, he was always better than me."
"Did he train you?" Link asked.
The King shook his head. "No, we became friends and all but he didn't train anyone. Hell, he didn't even really do any of their training. Since it was before the war, Ordon did still have a standing army and trained every day. Your father didn't train with them, neither did Rusl. They did whatever they wanted because both were so naturally skilled. Of course your father was far better than Rusl, but you can't let that fill your mind as if Rusl wasn't good."
"Oh I know he's good, don't worry," Link replied. "But if you made friends how have none recognized you."
The King let out a loud snort. "I don't look the way I did at all. I was clean shaven, in shape, long hair…trust me, after over a decade of not seeing me I was unrecognizable."
Link simply shrugged, he supposed it was a good enough excuse.
"Well my skills were so great and their workout made me even more attractive," The King raised his eyebrows uncharacteristically humorously as he said it. "I was picked by the current Princess to be her husband, and since I was close with the King it was agreed."
"Wait," Link waved his hand cutting him off leaning forward. "You were never planned on being King…you just became it because of the Queen picking you."
The King smiled, "It takes a lot to become King like that. The people have to love you, which they did. You have to fit the part, which I did. You need good with relationships with other cultures, which I did after that trip. The Princess, current Queen, liked me and her father and mother liked me. It only made sense that I would be made King."
"Weird," Link mumbled, "I just figured you always had some royal blood in you."
The King smirked, "Link do you see these," He flicked his round ears. "This means I'm a Hyrulian, just a normal person. Now look at yours." Link knew already but still just ran his finger over his pointy ear. "That means you're Hylian. Hylians are of royal decent because their ears are said to let people hear the Godessess better."
The King had a special gleam in his eyes as he talked. "Link…you are more royal than me."
Link's mouth almost dropped. That was just absolutely insane. He never even second guessed why his ears were like that. Sure as a kid he was teased by the other kids, but his mother had the same ears. She told him they were special and shouldn't be embarrassed by them. He never thought there was some meaning behind it; he'd seen other regular people with those ears. To learn that they had a royal basing was truly astonishing.
The King smiled, "Gives a new outlook to things doesn't it?"
Link's eyes were wondering trying to figure it out. "I…I just don't see how."
"I believe your father mentioned she was of the decent. Most likely some cousin or less important nobility, otherwise I'd believe you would have a much higher standing…then again maybe not." The King shrugged, "It could be centuries ago that it arrived in your bloodline. As you notice there are quite a few Hylians walking around. So that's why we don't automatically give them special treatment."
"It's just weird…does this mean I can order you around" Link actually smiled for a bit before turning into a soft chuckle. The King joined him and soon it became louder until they were both sitting like toddlers laughing their asses off. The King snorted as Link clutched his stomach. Was it that funny? No, not at all. But it was the bonding the two were having. The King always knew that it would be wise to befriend Link, he wished it wasn't so, but he finally admitted it. Now Link was finding the reasons behind why he hated the King and his Kingdom. Surely after this whole ordeal was over, things would mellow between Hyrule and Ordon.
A sudden clatter of armor was heard echoing down the spiral steps. An Elite Knight came barreling into the room gasping for air.
"Your majesty," His eyes showed fear and shock. "The castle…it's under attack."
The King's eyes widened as he jolted to his feet. "Who?"
"Gerudo." The single word ushered out of the Knight's mouth was as powerful as an army of thousands. The suspicions of Ganondorf turned out to be true. Years of worry once thought wasted and pointless, now were well deserved. Years of no aggression to a sudden full attack on the center of Hyrule. It was a surprise attack that – back in the King's mind – was no surprise.
"Get the archers to the towers, shut the gates, barricade them, and draw the bridge; all the citizens outside the city must be sacrificed."
"My King…they are already inside the castle." The Knight explained sadly.
The King sat back down on his seat in shock. He ran two hands down his face taking a deep breath. Unable to fathom his castle was under attack and the enemies were already inside.
"There are hundreds, how'd they get them all inside without us knowing?" The Knight asked.
"It's Ganondorf," The King growled. "He was probably slipping in his army each day, fifty at a time, probably a hundred. He's had weeks to get them inside, living among us would not even register as strange with all the festivities."
"King you must hurry," The Knight urged.
"Yes!" He roared forcing his adrenaline to increase. "I will banish all the desert rats from my Kingdom. Their treachery shall be paid in blood!" He rushed past the Knight and up the stairs, as he did he shouted back to Link. "Link stay here, you will be safe." The Knight chased after the King.
"I don't want to be safe!" He exclaimed. "I will fight with you!" He shouted but his own voice only echoed around the chamber. No one heard him and he was by himself now.
He paced back and forth in the cell. He had to make a decision and he knew the decision would come. This battle would rage all night and far into the morning. At some point someone would come to his cell, it was impossible for it not too. Either a Hyrulian Knight would come and do one of two things. Kill him…or release him on the pretense he fights with them. Link could kill the guard and run but he knew well enough he'd never do that. He would fight along until he could escape. This was not his fight, he simply needed to escape.
The other thing that could happen would be a Gerudo would come for him. They would also give him the same options. This had a little more problem to it. To not agree to their side they'd either kill him or leave him in the cell. Which, if they lose their attack, he'd be released for not siding with them. If they do win, he'd be killed after. If he agreed to fight with them, it would almost feel like betrayal. He did not like Hyrule but that did not mean he liked Gerudo. They were almost always rivals with Ordon. Especially if they are attacking, they are in the wrong…but doesn't Link want that?
The Ordonian decided he didn't want to take over the Castle. He just wanted Ordon to go back to the way it was. So he couldn't fight along with the Gerudo…he just couldn't. If they won, he's be rewarded and be granted passage back to Ordon. Surely he could come up with a great adventure escape story to tell everyone. Maybe they want him to fight with the Gerudo, would that be in Ordon's best interest. To gain a high standard with a possible new government. But what if they lost…there wouldn't be a new government.
Link cursed and slammed himself against the wall. "What do I do? Do I fight, refuse, lie, run?"
He didn't know and he would have to decide soon. A body came tumbling down the stairs and Link knew from the sound it was a Knight. As he fell to the bottom his sword fell from his hand like the life slipping from him. The clanging that rang out was a symbol that Link would soon make probably the most important decision in his life. One that – even if he didn't know then – would be a deciding factor in the destiny of Hyrule.
Soon two Gerudo rushed down the stairs and jumped over the body. They ran up to his cage and stood closely smiling.
"The great Lord has given reason to set you free." His smile was sinister and greedy. "After witnessing the tournament I understand why. Fight with us Ordonian, after what this Kingdom has done to Ordon, surely you hate them. The Lord knows of you, and personally wants you at his side. You can bring in the new age, with Ordon a power house anew."
Link squeezed his hands into fists. He turned away from the wall. A sick smile spread across his face. "Release me and I will personally cause the royal blood to stain the tiles."
"A correct answer my friend," The man reached his hand out and the other Gerudo handed him the keys he got off the table. He unlocked the cell and stepped back.
Link slowly stepped out, shirtless and bandaged up. He smirked evilly. "Tell me, how goes the fight? Where is there in need of help, and where are the royals."
The man smiled happy with Links decision. "There are no lines exactly. Everyone is everywhere; we are taking the city slaughtering any who oppose. It is the same in the castle. Some of their men are still at the front gates, some of ours are in the top towers. The main fight is still on the main floor, especially in the great hall." They motioned for Link to go first.
"Don't trust me I see," Link chuckled but shrugged. "I suppose it's with good reason, I wouldn't trust me either. In fact, you shouldn't have." Link stood over the dead Knight's body. He slid his foot under the sword. He skillfully flipped the sword up to his hand and gripped it tightly.
He turned on the Gerudo who – even though trusted Link – were well prepared and charged him. The one came at him with a horizontal swing with his own sword. Link pushed it aside and spun bringing the back of his fist at the man's cheek. The man stumbled away and the second one swung over the first at Link. Link used the hilt on his sword to push the man's sword towards the ceiling. He jabbed him in the neck with his fist. The man gasped for breath as Link turned back to the first man.
The first man recovered and swung at Link again. He swung too high and Link easily ducked under it, he came up strong and dug his sword into the man's gut. He jerked it up opening the wound more before ripping it out. He felt the blood splat on his chest as he did but he ignored it and turned back to the second Gerudo. He was still trying to breathe but knew Link would soon come. He took a desperate swing at Link who parried it easily and jammed his sword into the man's stomach. He pulled to the side, ripping it out, virtually causing the man to spin and fall down dead.
Link gripped the sword tightly staring at the two dead bodies. He wasn't naive and didn't imagine there wouldn't be death. He was just preparing himself, because he knew it was going to be a lot when he left. He made his decision to fight the Gerudo and he would have to stick by it. He had escaped his cell, now he just had to escape the castle. He took a breath and made his way up the stairs ready for anything.
He advanced slowly, making sure to be careful to not run straight into anyone. He wished he paid attention to when the guards were walking him to the cell. Sadly he wasn't, and he'd just have to wing it. Then again, he didn't want to go out a main entrance, no doubt that would be where the most fighting was.
Link reached the top and was happy the door was already open. He could already hear the battle within. The screams of the dying and the clang of the steel. He peaked through the doorway into the wide chamber and it was mass chaos. There were no lines like the man said. It was a bunch of proxy battles spread throughout the chamber. Link actually felt relieved, he would be able to run straight through. No one would be paying attention to him.
So that's what he did. He darted across the makeshift battlefield. He kept his eyes moving in case someone did advance on him. Luckily no one did and he made it into another hallway. He advanced slowly listening for any more sounds ahead of him but he couldn't really focus since the battle behind him was still echoing behind him. He continued down random hallways avoiding all possible battles. Sometimes he'd duck inside a storage room as troops walked by. He didn't need to fight, he only needed to escape.
He let out a sigh of relief when he came to a case of stairs. He started descending when he heard a lot of footsteps coming towards him. Sounded like metal on stone so he concluded it was knights…which didn't help him anymore than Gerudo. He quickly backtracked up the stairs and went back to the floor he started on. He looked down the hall to see a group of Gerudo appear. They saw him and began advancing. He cursed and quickly run up the stairs. He heard more shouting and he knew that the Knight's arrived on the floor. They would fight each other letting Link escape. The only problem now…Link was heading up when he needed to go down.
This continued longer than Link cared to admit. To be lost inside a castle when he couldn't get lost in the forest. It wasn't humorous in any way, the longer the battle raged the more difficult it would be to escape. He needed to get out right away, but he knew he was running around blindly in the castle for over thirty minutes. Which, doesn't seem like a lot of time, but in a battle and a castle, it was an extraordinary amount of time to be lost.
After what seemed like forever he stumbled upon something that he did not mean too. It wasn't an exit, which he wished for, because fate had bigger plans than simply letting him escape. He entered into a skinnier than normal hallway. It wasn't small, just compared to the usual large one, it was more normal size. And in this not so large hallway he stumbled into by dashing around a corner carelessly. He didn't have time to hide and he was spotted instantly, but even Link didn't care this time.
For there were many dead bodies all scattered and piled over each other in this hallway. There were Knights and Gerudo alike. There were many more than Link would expect to find in a hallway like this, but as he followed the trail of blood, it lead up to one spot. At this one spot, there was the King…lying on the ground. He was still breathing holding his sword at a last chance of defense.
There was five Gerudo soldiers left that all had their eyes now on Link. At the front of the five soldiers there was one skimpily, but culturally, dressed tall woman. Her skin was a dark bronze and her face was covered with a dark rich purple silk cloth. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. Her stomach had muscles ripping out and her body's tone was impossible to miss. Her hips held curves women dreamed of and this woman would be mistaken for being in a battle…if it wasn't for the two oversized scimitars she held in her hand and the fact that her eyes glared death at Link. She was a higher-up in the ranks of Gerudo, just like the Elite Knights in Hyrule. Even Link knew of their skill and the death they could bring with them.
"Get him," The Female Gerudo commanded. Her voice was sweet like nectar but held such a tainted feeling of death on it. As if representing her very contradicting presence and existence of beauty and blood.
The five Gerudo soldiers charged and Link gripped his sword ready. The first swung high and Link sweeped low, cutting the man's leg clean off. He screamed, unbalanced, and fell to the ground, no longer dangerous. Link prepared himself for the next man, who swung evenly at his midsection. Link batted it away and spun toward his enemy as he did. He wrapped his free arm around his enemy and kept spinning. As he finished his spin he pulled the second man and threw him towards the third. The third was already striking and his sword lodged itself in the second, who fell down dead. The body brought the third's sword down to the ground and left him open. Link slashed across his chest opening it without getting his sword too deep into the body.
The fourth jumped and brought the sword down with two hands. Link easily stepped to the side and brought his sword up in a reverse slash, where his sword point was down and his hilt was high. It let him easily dodge the sword and get the man in the gut. He kept a strong grip to make sure he wouldn't lose the sword in the body. He ripped it out before the man even hit the floor completely. The fifth man jabbed straight out and Link used his incredible speed in his swing to parry it and slash back before the man could defend. The fifth fell down dead and that only left Link and the female leader. There were a good couple of yards between them still.
"The Ordonian," Her cloth moved in a way Link knew she was smiling. She brought her two scimitars up in defense.
Link charged and did his patented side-to-side step advance. He went left, than right, then left, than right. During the charge the Gerudo watched carefully not sure if he would follow through or not. Link was a yard away when he stepped right for the final time, keeping the pattern. She saw it and swung knowing where he'd be…however Link's unpredictability was as evident as ever. He didn't jump at her, but to the right at the wall. He dodged the slash and while in the air kicked off the wall. It didn't launch him higher into the air but simply redirected his previous jump. Now around the dangerous blades, he brought his sword down like a spear, right between the neck and shoulder. It dug deep and true and she fell down dead in less than a second…the sword still sticking out of her.
Link disregarded the six people he just slew in less than thirty seconds for there was still a King lying on the ground. He quickly knelt down at the King's side and got a better look at him. He was bleeding from a wound in his stomach and Link knew it was nothing he'd survive from. Link was officially the last person the King of Hyrule – his previous worst enemy – would ever see. He wasn't alone, Link realized. He was sitting next to his wife who Link could see the glaze in her eyes that she was already gone. The King had one arm resting on her. In his final moments he was protecting his wife.
"Link," The King coughed blood seeping out of his mouth as he did.
Link grabbed the King's reaching hand. He would not disrespect death. "I'm here."
"If I knew you'd be the last person I'd see I would've given you gold, silk, and women." He chuckled which soon turned into a coughing fit.
Link smiled softly but wasn't sure what to say.
"Link I'm sorry for everything I did." The King continued breathing deeply. "You know my story…you are one in a few."
Link took a sharp intake of breath. He knew the story that was earlier revealed to him was important, but he couldn't believe he was a carrier of it. That meant a whole new thing, this story revealed the real situation behind the Ordon War. It was as priceless as the King's crown.
"Link…I need to…tell you something." Link knew he was growing weaker.
"Anything." Link urged, knowing his life would soon be gone.
"I…I…slew your father."
Link's grip tightened around the King's hand as his mind rushed in so many thoughts he couldn't make any clear.
The King shook his head, "I do not…wish for you to…forgive me." He gasped and blood sputtered out. "When your father fell…I held him like this."
Link figured he would want more than anything to spit in the King's face and walk away. But he didn't and he stayed unwavering at his side. Death was a funny thing and right now it was the reason Link controlled himself.
The King continued, "He recognized me as his old friend. He didn't ask for anything…he didn't…he didn't have a wish…all he had were…the most true words…I'd ever been told." The King breathed deeply trying to keep his strength. "He said…he said…'Terrell…you fool…you have torn apart this world'."
The King let out a cry, not in pain, but in frustration at himself. At his life, his actions, his orders he'd ever given…at the failure he had become. "I'm a fool Link!" He shouted grabbing Link tightly shaking him. "I am a fool!" He repeated.
Link shook his head. "You are no fool, you are ambitious, you are a leader…you are a king."
The King readjusted his grip on Link pulling him even closer so their faces were almost touching. "I have one last wish…"
"I vow to fulfill it," Link promised knowing the importance of final words.
"Take the Princess to safety," The King made his final order causing Link's eyes to widen. "Not as a king…not as a superior…but as a dying father…please keep her safe."
Link gripped the King's hand tightly. He looked him strongly in the eyes. "I will not let harm come to her."
The King smiled, "I rest assured…thank you Link…I don't deserve it."
"No you don't," Link told him honestly, "But the Princess does and that is why."
The King nodded understandingly. "One last thing." He undid the clip at his waist to the sheath. He nudged the sword and sheath at Link. "I'm giving this to you. It is the sword of the king's, the sword of Hyrule…the Master Sword."
Link took it but didn't give it a second thought since there was still a dying man in his arms. "I'll keep it safe."
"Then no more foolish words from my mouth…find her." He pushed Link away with any strength he had left. "Go now! She is in danger!" He shouted before his arm collapsed too tired from keeping it up.
Link nodded and dashed down the hallway. He knew if he continued this way he'd find her room. As he turned the corner he looked back one last time on the leaders of Hyrule. The King slowly leaned to his already dead wife. He wrapped his arms around her and placed his final kiss on her forehead. Link forced himself onwards knowing that time was going to be of the essence.
"Impa what is going on!?" Zelda shouted for the hundredth time.
"I do not know." Impa replied calmly back standing at the door.
"Who…Why would someone invade!?" Zelda yelled standing in the middle of the room, not sure where else to be.
"Princess, please," Impa urged. "I don't know whose invading nor why, so stop asking. This is the protocol. Until someone comes to fetch us, we must remain in here…safe."
Zelda paced back and forth in her silk nightgown. Her hands playing with each other, her fingers fidgeting around. She was sulking in her bed about Link when Impa pounded on the door, shouting it was an emergency she was let in. Once she was in, she bolted the door and explained what was going on to Zelda, who did not take the news well. She was a nervous wreck, not sure what to do. She was taught to wait in her room until a safe escort would come to take her away. She wished they would arrive soon because she could hear the battle and it frightened her.
Her attention was drawn to the door when a sudden rapping was heard.
"Princess, Impa, it's me, Slazenger," His almost greasy voice broke through the thick wood. "There is an escort here."
"Password?" Impa asked.
"Trinus Diathlon."
Impa nodded and unbolted the heavy door.
"Impa wait!" Zelda screamed not trusting Slazenger at all.
Impa opened the door and turned to Zelda. "Princess do not worry, we will get you to safety."
"You won't," Slazenger sneered digging a dagger into Impa's back. He pulled it out and dug it in again over and over. Blood flying out in strings whenever the dagger was yanked out. Zelda screamed, her hands whipping to her mouth as her knees bent in terror. The Gerudo pushed Impa to the ground dead. He smiled sickly as he advanced towards Zelda.
"Slazenger!" She yelled tears falling from her eyes. "What have you done!?" Zelda backed up each step Slazenger took towards her. "You shall be punished!"
Slazenger chuckled, "You have no authority over me anymore Princess."
Zelda's legs hit her bed and they bent against it causing her to fall onto it. She kept crawling backwards in fear. Slazenger continued his advanced until he stood at the bedside. Zelda backed all the way up to the corner of the bed which lined the corner of the room…she was trapped.
"So the Gerudo are responsible for this," Zelda's voice wavered.
The Gerudo's sinister crooked smile slid across his greasy face. "My, my, look at the big brain on Zelda."
"You will refer to me as Princess!" She screeched, "And I order you to cease and desist."
Slazenger chuckled starting to kneel on the bed advancing once again, "I'm under the command of The Great Lord Ganondorf. I have been his spy this whole time."
"I can give you gold," Zelda begged, "Silver, land, anything. I have more than Ganondorf, I can give you double of what he promised."
"Tsk, tsk," Slazenger tossed the dagger behind him. "You can't double yourself can you."
Zelda's mouth quavered in shear fear. Her tears ran down her sound cheeks as her knees curled up to her chest. Her eyes couldn't tear themselves away from her advancing predator.
"That's right…I get you."
Slazenger dived onto Zelda who screamed more. She tried as hard as she could to bat him off her but she couldn't. He tried to hold her hands down but she was failing them too much. She kept her knees to her chest which he was having difficulty pulling away. Zelda reached out and used her nails to claw him across the face in desperation. Slazenger seethed in anger and brought his fist down on her face.
Zelda froze in the pain, her eyes wide in even more terror. She never felt pain; the last time she could remember, was when she fell as a kid and scratched her knee. People were barely allowed to touch her, let alone take any physical advance on her. The searing in her cheek was new and daunting to her. But as she froze, she felt her right shoulder become bare as the clothing was ripped. She found strength and kicked her legs out hard.
Slazenger was hurled off the bed. He jolted to his feet and reached over to Zelda, grabbing both her feet. He pulled strongly, dragging her over to him and then brought her legs around his midsection. Zelda tried to bring them back to her chest but his waist was in the way. Her dress was being pushed back and she couldn't stop her screaming. He hands were pinned down with just one of his hands and Zelda struggled as hard as she could but she just couldn't get free.
"Oh so beautiful," Slazenger sneered.
Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled of Zelda and soon was being pulled towards the window. He let his feet go limp but the person just dragged him. His skinny hands clawed like a rat at the hand that was gripping him tightly. He screamed in terror as he was tossed like a ragdoll at the window. It shattered around him and his dying scream was heard all the way down to his death.
"Oh so beautiful," Link mimicked watching the man fall.
Link hurried back to Zelda, she was curled up in the corner. Her knees pressed to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Link crawled across the bed and he reached out. She screamed and batted his hand away. Link reached for her again but she kicked out catching him in his stomach.
"Zelda, it's okay," Link soothed slowly moving towards her again. "It's me, Link, I won't hurt you." Zelda stared at him but didn't move. "Zelda… I promise, you can trust me."
She peered over her knees slowly at Link no really believing what she heard. It took her a couple seconds before she suddenly lunged at Link wrapped her arms around him tightly. She cried deeply into his shoulder and he held her. He whispered comforting words as he rubbed her back. However, he couldn't let this continue forever. He slowly pushed her back but kept his hands on her shoulder.
"Zelda, I know this is tough, but I need you to pull it together."
She nodded and wiped away her tears. "I'm sorry, I'm being spoiled."
Link smiled impressed. She was strong, very strong. "I'm getting you out of here." He jumped off the bed and grabbed her hand. He dragged her towards the door.
"Where are we going?" She asked urgently.
"To a safe place," Link whipped his head back around and looked into her eyes. "To Ordon."
So let's hear, who called it. I mean this is Zelda after all, a castle getting sacked by Ganondorf is almost a must. But I promise it won't be cliché 'Link goes on an adventure to collect shit or whatever.' I think what I have planned should keep everybody interesting and hopefully even more so. After all, we are finally getting into the real story that I've been dying to write. So leave me a review and tell me what you think, especially with this chapter…it's kinda important.
Also once again sorry for any mistakes, I will try and get the proper chapter up when I can, this will just have to do.