Note: This has been my first start in Zelda fanfics since 2 years back. I personally believe I've become a better writer. Because, believe me, back then I was absolutely horrid! I hope you enjoy reading this, and I promise you, it will become much more interesting than the first chapter, which just starts things off in explanation of Link's predicament. I hope you enjoy, once again, because I do enjoy writing for you. =)
Demonic, Shall He Become
Chapter 1 - Untouched, Savored
This sky is nameless... I wonder how many non existent gods throne themselves up there... How many that decide my fate, or who have been a part of my past. I don't know what is anymore. What has anything meant? What does anything mean? There are no answers in the sky, no constellation that would requite my thirst no know, to let my questioning be acknowledged.
"Well, Link, what do you want?"
Funny how I am asking myself this. What do I want? I remember that... From my dream... By gods, I suppose, what I want is to be happy. Haven't I always been? Haven't I always been doing what I want?
No.
This realization was a first. Backing away from the window, noticing the dust that had gathered on my elbows from the sill, shaking my head, taking note of how my hair unevenly dealt with the movement. It has always been what everyone else wants. Destiny, they call it. My life or nothing. My risks or the end of it all. Right? No, what am I talking about. I did it because I knew I had to. I did it because I love Zelda.
I did it because I love her? Because I love her.
Now that question hit me like something so new. I had never considered it before. What was love? I had always been told I was to love Zelda. But how had I gotten that idea? Did I love her? I really don't know.
"Link?" voice breaking my own silent concentration hit me. Immediately I knew it was Zelda's, speak of the devil herself. She was standing at the door, nothing but a lacy nightgown covered her, I could see through to her body. Her hair let down in a golden waterfall along her shoulders and back, little wisps across her face which shrouded angelic blue eyes.... those same faint lips parted with my name escaped from them. I was quiet, I didn't want to respond to her. I just wanted her to look at me. See if she could figure it out. I was questioning my love for her. I was questioning my reason. I wanted her to see me, hero or not, but to see the frustration in my eyes and my stance. Of course, she's always been blind to most things.
"Link... do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?" I could see the sultry look wash over her face, it wasn't a question, it was a statement as she slipped off her gown and revealed the expectancy of her feminine curves, her female mind, her lust for when I wasn't saving her or Hyrule. I was still. I was refusing to move as she walked up to me. I don't know why but I was noticing details on her I hadn't bothered to look for ever. The way her skin was so white that shadows on her looked like bruises, how her womanly flesh was so pressured at different angles when moving... The way she looked made me sick, it was making me nervous. I can't explain now how I just wanted to vomit when she kissed me... I was going insane, how her tongue was in my mouth and her hands on my waist and her breath hot on my face... Gods of Hyrule, I wanted to kill her! But I do remember leaving the room, tearing away from her without saying a word, but looking back over my shoulder as I crossed the threshold and saw her eyes lightened, her mouth slack, her hands attempting to cover her exposed breasts, like this was my last invitation. Feel sorry for me! She was basically screaming. I just left the castle and out into the night, waiting for empty fields and space... oh how much space I needed right now.
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Just a few minutes I ago I think I was expected to make love with my supposed lover. How those words fit together so lovely. So perfectly and planned. I spat out on the ground, Epona lifted her head from grazing slightly just to make sure that gesture wasn't anything to forewarn danger. Her large eyes seeming wet from the reflection of the moon, the comforting sound of her tearing grass from its roots. Now if I could love anyone, I would choose my horse over my fiancee princess. I smiled at my little proclamation and settled down against Epona's left hind leg. She snorted and shook out her mane but went back to eating.
"You know horse...." I started. Epona ignored me, of course, and I began to think it was foolish of me to talk to her, she couldn't understand. Then I thought maybe she did, spiritually. What reason have I not to talk anyway?
"Tonight I had a dream," my voice had come out different, it actually sounded sensual. I didn't know what to think of that. Just the thought of remembering what happened in my dream made me feel longing to be in it again.
"I just... remember Him, that's all. How he made me feel and that he was burning to the touch..." I stopped, bittersweet as it was, I felt a sudden stillness envelope the surroundings. Clouds that were cloaking the moon now dispersed and the sky seemed brighter, though watching and listening.
"He was my reflection... He was me, I think. Yet he wasn't, there was a darkness that clung to him as he touched me. I remember I felt much weaker, more afraid yet totally submissive to him, looking into his eyes, yet not returning his gaze..." I refused to talk aloud as I suddenly recalled exactly what I had loved so much about the dream... that he had kissed me. Pictures of his hand on my face, his mouth on mine, the taste of fire and mercury and power was all that I felt and experienced when he communicated to me through his actions. I felt at that moment, whole.
I sat in perfect stillness, a harmony all of myself as my thoughts became the only thing I was conscious of. Until Epona, in blind fear, cried a shrill neigh her head and neck tossing as she whipped around, sweat already flying from her hide as she spun and galloped off, her hoofbeats thunder in my head as I rolled over from being kicked. My head felt swollen, and the familiar taste of blood crept into my mouth. I cursed and hoisted myself up, dizzy but in need to get home. Hell only knows what scared the wits out of Epona... I ran then, just knowing I probably didn't want to be around to what did.
To be continued.