Chapter 13

The sun was considerably warmer than usual that day in Skyloft. Link strolled on the path outside, letting his skin bask in the warm rays as he breathed in the crisp air. The residents were all inside, strangely enough, considering what a great day it was to be outdoors. Enjoying the solitude, Link walked along the path and admired the clouds in the distance beneath them. It was peaceful. It was calm.

Nothing disturbed him.

Link smiled and lingered around the area. What should he do today? Perhaps he should go flying again. Or read a book. Or carve some new wooden sculptures. He hadn't done that in a while. He had been wanting to create a wooden loftwing statue. Hm, that sounded like a good project.

The Skyloftian stretched out his arms, sighing at how wonderful it felt. He was about to make his way back to the academy when something caught his sight. A figure. No, an apparition. A strange apparition floating. Link gasped, staring at the blue being.

"Master."

Link backed away.

"Master."

He turned around and ran. He looked over his shoulder, still finding the apparition gliding towards him effortlessly.

When he returned his attention to the front, he gasped at suddenly tripping and stumbling forward. On the ground, he whirled around, and faced the being staring down at him with that expressionless face.

"Master."

Link covered his face with his arms. "Leave me alone. This is just a dream."

"Master."

"Stop." Link covered his ears. "Leave me in peace."

"Master."

"I can't do this!"

"Master."

"I've already failed! I gave away the location of the Time Gate!"

Silence reigned in the air. The warmth from the sun suddenly dissipated. The Skyloftian trembled with his eyes shut tightly, his hands still over his ears as he faced the ground, devastated and tormented.

"Have you?"

Link blinked. He dropped his hands and looked up. He frowned. Slowly, he got up onto his feet. Suddenly, sharp flashbacks struck him hard that they left him grabbing his head. He squinted his eyes in turmoil as he felt arms embrace him, lips ravish him, and thick flesh thrust into him. He squirmed and whined. He could hear his loud moans, his gasps of shock, and his cries of pleasure.

Link shook himself back to his senses and panted. He glanced up at Fi. Guilt washed over his face. And then, he ran.

Legs would not stop moving. They refused to stop. His heart filled with pain, aching pain that kept him running. Tears threatened to form in the corners of his eyes. He ran until he found himself back inside the Academy and, finally, within the safety of his own room. He jumped into bed and hid underneath the covers. Shaking, he covered his head. He couldn't handle it. He couldn't handle facing his own failure. He wasn't worthy at all.

Suddenly, two hands slowly crept up his body. Link stirred and dropped his arms, finding himself facing a pair of grinning eyes and an unfortunately all-too-familiar smile. Immediately, he struggled as he felt himself pinned. He tried to kick the covers off but found them entangled and twisted. Strong hands ripped his pants and tore his shirt apart, the sound of destroyed fabric screaming in his ears poignantly. He cried for it to stop, that it was enough, but those hands ravished him. His heart thumped wildly as he felt his enemy spread his legs and swallow him whole. He threw his head back, shocked. He kicked and managed to pull back out of that mouth, turning around to try to run off his bed. But the blankets held him down, and an endless trail of fabric prevented him from finding an opening. Wait, was his bed ever this big? How was that possible?

A hand grabbed Link by the ankle, and he tripped and felt a body collapse onto his. He struggled and clawed at the mattress, begging and pleading. He sobbed in horror as that rod thrust into him from behind and he moaned in pleasure. He was tossed onto his back as lips crashed into his and devoured him. His body rocked back and forth, back and forth, and he shivered and groaned. It felt so good. It felt so damn good. Tears of pleasure trickled down his cheeks as a hand massaged his groin tenderly, intimately, generously. He whined in joy. This felt wonderful. It was so delightful. It was...

The Time Gate. No. What had he done? He covered his face, not wanting anymore kisses. He kicked and struggled. Stop it. Stop it!

He struggled to hear that voice, that voice he wanted to hear more than anything in the world. But nothing reached his ears except for the heavy breathing and mocking chuckles of the one violating his body. He pushed the other off and crawled, fighting with the blankets and looking for an outlet. But the mattress was endless, and his hands found more fabric, and more fabric, and more fabric. He shouted in frustration. Suddenly, arms pulled him back into a strong embrace as kisses took over his neck.

He wanted to get out. He had to get out. He had to! He kicked the blanket. He sunk his fingers into the fabric and tried to tear an opening. But the fabric wouldn't budge. He shouted and screamed and covered his face in shame as he hardened between the legs. His body became entangled with his enemy's, and he was sent into a high state of elation, of euphoria, as he felt that face nuzzle against his groin before beginning a string of licks and hard sucks.

More. Yes, more!

No! He kicked. He deserved to be punished. He deserved to be banished. He had...

He covered his face as the turmoil overwhelmed him. He couldn't recall her voice. He couldn't recall her face. He couldn't recall her smile. And his heart sobbed at what he had lost.

She was the one he had promised he would protect. His precious friend. And he had betrayed her.

"Sky child..."

He covered his ears and held his head.

"Sky child..."

He squinted his eyes shut.

"Sky child..."

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Silence.

Link blinked. He found himself staring at his blanket in his lap. His clothes were intact. He snapped his head up.

He looked at his room. He was sitting upright in bed with his back against the wall. His blanket covered him partially, far from the endless fabric he had found himself under. And then, he froze at the floating blue form in the middle of the room. Sadness washed over Link's face, and he hung his head low.

"I'm sorry, Fi. I have failed everyone."

"Do not despair, chosen hero of the goddess."

"Please, don't refer me as such." Link looked away. "I was not strong enough. I am not worthy of facing anyone. Not you, and especially not her."

"I have not finished."

Link blinked, confused, and looked up.

"Master Link, you underestimate the strength and courage you possess. So I ask you to tell me, what happened?"

Link paused for a moment. He furrowed his brows, thinking. He thought hard, feeling the strain on his temples. And then, it dawned on him that he couldn't quite recall his memories clearly. In fact...

"Remember, Master. As long as your heart stays true, you will be fine." She paused.

Link hung his head low, guilt-ridden.

"And even if not, Zelda and I...we will never abandon you."

The young boy shook, his heart skipping a beat. He looked up at Fi. Suddenly, he felt warmth encase his hand. He held it up and gaped in shock as the Triforce glowed vibrantly over his right hand.

"But it would appear that you need not worry, for the Triforce...it still resonates strongly within you - wisdom, power, and courage." Fi hovered closer. "It is time for you to awaken, Master Link. Fulfill your destiny, chosen hero of the goddess, and move forward towards the end of your journey."

A chill hit the hero and made him shudder.

Slowly opening his eyes, Link found himself lying on his side. A dreary looking wall stared back at him, his familiar room no longer in sight. He felt soft earth underneath him, much different from the comforting mattress he was just on. Warm sunlight no longer shone through, as the sounds of rumblings from a faraway volcano echoed faintly in the distance. Sore and aching, Link frowned as he touched the cape draped half over his naked frame. And then, he flinched as he felt a surge of strange warmth over his hand. He immediately held it out before him and gasped as he stared.

The Triforce, sure enough, was glowing on the back of his hand, with each part representing the trials he had endured, and the wisdom, power, and courage he had gained. His heart warmed, and his thoughts cleared. He breathed out in awe as he stared at the yellowish glow and heard a familiar voice sing. It felt like it was long ago since he had last heard it, yet, it felt so recent too. His heart fluttered, and he watched as golden locks swayed gracefully as they turned.

And then, he saw that warm smile.

Isn't it time for you to wake up, sleepyhead?

Link immediately got up onto his feet, slightly wobbling a bit at getting up too fast, before steadying himself. He tossed the cape to the side. He straightened his body, brushed himself off, and glanced up with eyes that flickered a vibrant blue.

He had slept in for far too long.

The hero went around the room and picked up his clothes, putting them on, one by one. First he slipped on his pants, then his white shirt, followed by his chainmail and tunic. Finally, he pulled on his boots, tightened his belt, and adjusted his hat. He turned around and faced the entrance, strong determination evident in his eyes.

He was not going to give up, just as Zelda and Fi would never give up on him.

Link glanced around the room, checking every corner. There must be a way out of here. There must! Something slipped his eyes. He was sure of it. He had encountered dungeons and traps tougher than this. This was just a simple hut.

Suddenly, Link stared at the barrel, the only one in the room.

Perhaps...

He picked it up.

A-ha!

Hidden underneath the barrel was a different soft-spot of the ground that Link was all too familiar with. This was his way out of here! But...

He tossed the barrel to the side. All his items had been taken away, including his digging mitts. Just how was he going to dig himself out of here fast enough before Ghirahim returned?

Faron Woods was rather quiet and at peace, with the wind gently blowing by and rustling the trees. The demon kicked a tree, letting more fruit fall from the branches. He was slightly frustrated, torn by today's events. He had come close to extracting information from the hero, only to find the boy ramble on incoherently before falling asleep.

Such a wasted opportunity. Well, perhaps not wasted. He was close. He could feel it. Just a little more and the boy would cave.

Ghirahim chuckled and hummed to himself. The demon was also in good spirits for having taken the boy for hours. He lost count of how many times he made the boy come, and how many times he had released his load into the boy as well. The hut was filled with the lovely melody of the hero's aroused voice.

Ghirahim traveled to another tree and kicked it, reaching out his hand to catch another fruit effortlessly. He had been thinking lately about the sky child. What would he do with him after he got the information he needed? He could toss him to the bokoblins and let them have their way with him. He could throw him in the lava and watch him slowly sink into a painful, incinerating death. Or he could just beat him senselessly within an inch of his life, which he had originally intended to do during their first meeting.

But now, Ghirahim had something else better in mind. He found that he had grown incredibly addicted to the boy. He loved ravishing him, devouring him, driving him wild with pleasure. It filled his heart with rainbows. He could not recall having this much enjoyment with anyone, or anything, before.

This boy...he would keep him.

Ghirahim chuckled. He kicked another tree and grabbed another fruit. It did get lonely on the surface at times. Why not have a pet? The sky child wouldn't be that hard to take care of. Just feed him and give him water. Occasionally bathe him even. And that was it! The rest of the time, he could take his time ravishing the boy. It always left him high in spirits.

Yes, a pet. His forever pet. The boy would do whatever he said, whatever he wanted.

The taste of his skin, the cries of his reluctant erotic moans, and the pleasure in his eyes...

Ghirahim giggled in excitement and delight. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of keeping the boy. After he extracted the information on the second Time Gate and finally revive his master, he would keep the hero and take his body every day.

He would never let the hero rest. He would break him down, push him to the edge, and drink in his tears of lust and shame, over, and over again. Their bodies would always bond and become one.

Yes, such was their Thread of Fate.

Ghirahim immediately went to another tree to gather more fruit, eager to return quickly to the hut so that he could play with his eternal pet again.

Link sat on top of the barrel, staring at the soft spot in the ground and sighing as he tried to think of a plan. He supposed he could try digging with his bare hands, but such a method would just waste time. He would never be able to dig fast enough before his enemy's return. The hero groaned in frustration. Just what was he to do?

Suddenly, a loud rumbling came from the ground below. Link blinked and hopped onto his feet, heart pounding as he prepared himself to fight when out popped the unexpected.

"Ta-DAH! I'm here to save the day!"

Link gaped, staring at the chubby smiling Mogma halfway up from the ground before him.

"Heyyyyy! Long time no see!" The Mogma stared at the stunned look on the other's face. "Huh? Don't tell me ya forgot my ugly mug! I'm Plats, the Mogma you helped in the Northern temple!"

Link blinked, still gaping.

"I saw them draggin' you off unconscious, so I tailed 'em!" He held up his hands and shook his head in admiration. "You're pretty fearless, eh? What are you up to now?"

Link closed his mouth, still staring at the Mogma before replying, "Well..."

"Th-the dragon? You mean the dragon-god thing?" The Mogma gasped. "Uhh, yeah...I heard a rumor that a big dragon-god lives in this mountain..." He chuckled with a sigh. "You really like those fantasy stories, eh, pal?"

Link raised a brow and opened his mouth when the Mogma continued.

"Hmm? Why am I here, you ask?" He laughed. "I just heard a rumor that some bad guys were gettin' together on this mountain!" He held up his hands again. "Heh heh heh... And everyone knows that when bad guys get together, they'll be fightin' over some loot." He nodded at Link. "Don't you gotta take care of your own business first?" He shook his head. "Haven't ya noticed? They swiped all your stuff!"

No, I haven't noticed, Link thought sarcastically to himself.

"While you were out, they shook you down good, pal! You're gonna want to get your stuff back before ya go and try anything else. I can get you started. I stole these back for ya..." The Mogma pulled something out from his back and held out his hand.

Link couldn't believe what he was looking at. He took the Mogma Mitts and held them up, amazed by his sudden luck. These were his ticket out of here, and he would be able to plan an escape that even a Mogma would be proud of!

The Mogma clapped his hands in excitement. "It took me a long time to get those back, so use them well! Time for me to tunnel out, pal! You got your work cut out for you! Good luck out there!" And thus, the Mogma dove right back into the soft earth and disappeared.

Link quickly slipped the Mogma Mitts on over his hands and arms. Excited, he stared at the soft earth in the ground and smirked.

Come find me.

Without a moment to waste, the hero dug through the soft patch.

For the rest of his journey there, Link sneaked around corners, dove into the earth, avoided bokoblins, and retrieved his items slowly at a time. Finally, he reached the fiery caves and found the Master Sword lodged straight into the ground. But his heart fluttered even more in excitement as he smiled and faced the floating spirit that appeared out of the sword to greet him after their long separation. And when the young hero finally flew away with the third part of the song from the dragon, he was left blissfully unaware of the demon's reaction upon returning to an empty hut with fruits falling out of his arms, as well as the screams of bokoblins that ripped through the air of Eldin as they suffered the wrath of their leader.

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Stay tuned for Chapter 14!

Also, I should be able to get the next Groose X Link story up sometime later this weekend, so keep an eye out for it!