SWL 2 - Darkened Blood
A/N - Ok OK the second chapter is done although I'm not happy with the ending I wan't really sure how to end it. This sorry you see was just something to quel my bordom last year and I realy didn't expect you people to enjoy it. Umm though I do have some Ideas for the next chapter I want to tell all you who still don't know the POV for this chapter is Dark Link. I'm going to give him a name later so be aware. Any way! Do me a favor people I need some basic ideas if you want more! I have one more basic POV chapter and then I may head into a third person it depends! But the next person will be our outside view to the world that is Hyrule. SO if you want this story to continue I need some fillers with what Malon and DL can get up to and what plans I could inforce from Ganondorf. I am sorry for the delay and I have no good excuses for my absesnce however I can not promise when I can update. With my honors classes, science fair, and life in general it's hard to get motivated to write! Well I hope you enjoyed the ending of this chapter even if it wasn't exactally up to para.
A shadow walks though the halls one everyone notices through glares and jaded sneers. It patrols the halls unable to be released from the walls around it, trapped by its sadistic master and its own twisted mind. I am that shadow and I hold power beyond the dreams of even my master, but I won't show it. Not yet, not until it's time and even then who knows.
I turn a sharp corner and up a fight of shadow hidden stairs. No light shines in this part of the citadel I've made sure of that. I hate, no loath the light. It reminds me of what I am, of what I was, and what I'll remain. Only the darkness helps me now, only the darkness that reaps from my flesh, from my insides, and my mind. I laugh and the darkness shines through the red in my cat like eyes. What am I? I am exactly the hero just his black blooded opposite and with that thought I laugh again.
My foolish essence was all that remained after my counterparts sleep. I watched him sleep, grow into the person I would never get to influence. The dark conscience, a hollow form of the hero forced to pay for a crime I never committed. To be imprisoned in the Temple of light, the Chamber of Time of which places I would now not survive. I waited aimlessly for my chance to escape, to be released in to the world my "better" half knew so well. Then I could take my vengeance of him through others, depriving him of the friendship found as a child. Breaking him of hope and then destroying him. Destroying the Bastered that stole my right to live. Not just exist.
However, I could not live in the mortal land not with out a body, something to control, to possess. So I waited restlessly, watching the world outside revolve round me. Grow, diminish, and finally fall. Three years past by as I watched my enemy slumber on the cold barren floor, until finally I thought my day had come, as a large man strode into the mortal area of the chamber. I gazed from the hidden temple of light watching him for a moment. He was the one I had always admired; that one section of the fairy boy's mind that had forever remained but was never listened to. Ganondorf, the dark Lord; my master.
He seemed to be looking for something and soon set out a hand with muttered words incoherent to myself. A sudden rush was sent over my existence and I was thrust into his hand in a ball of purple -black light. He smiled to himself and I just floated there in my weakest form wondering what was to become of me.
Ganondorf looked down into my pitiful existence a smirk of pre victory over his face. Then he spoke," Ah child of darkness the last remaining evil I have to beckon." He smiled again, " Do you enjoy your imprisonment in this heavenly place?" His word had been calm and cold, he already knew the answer, I knew he did.
I sat in my mind pondering for a moment what he was toying at, I knew it was lingering toward my freedom, but there was a catch, a twist I could not fully see. Probably one he would never disclose either.
"You know my answer M' Lord, so why do you toy with me now? I ask your reply to coming back to this desolate place when there is nothing to be gained." my voice like a cold whisper of death about to strike. It rasped against the throat that did not exist and echoed through out the empty Chamber of Time.
He gave off a sheepish smile, " Your more clever than I'd have thought. I feel your power and strength building to its own limit, but I believe that limit could be broken and your power soar. That's why I have come."
"Go on," I said a bit more intrigued.
"I wish to set you free. You see when I left this place years back I could feel you, your presence but only until now had I truly realized what that presence was." He looked rather smug then. "I have reviewed the prophecy over before, that accursed prophecy telling me in great detail how my end would come, but I have found a loop hole." He had a hardy laugh his long pointy nose wrinkled up. "That is why I have come, to find my ally the only one whom can break the prophecy and keep the mother darkness ore' the land."
If I would have had an eyebrow it would've been raised, but alas I just sat there listening to his chatter, waiting for my chance to freedom and vengeance. He kept mumbling the same meanings with different words for several minutes. No wonder he wanted me. I doubt if there were any decent brains in that head of his, or at least logical ones. The only reason he was on top was because of his power, now intensified with the Triforce piece held with in.
He ended his talk sometime after I was lost in my thoughts. When I realized he was done it's was a little late and he seemed a bit frustrated.
"I said do you accept?" His below was that of a lion's roar as his anger swept in to the chamber, pointed directly at me. His green face was turning purple as I began to speak. I, However, was not truly ready to answer still wondering what this dark lord was scheming.
"I accept freedom, and I accept the proposition of a partnership. Nothing more." His eyes gleamed at my words and for some odd reason that scared me. Was the thing I accepted to be my own personal defeat? I could only hope it was my imagination, but that thought, the thought of freedom drove me to the conclusion that I could and would overcome the obstacles ahead. I would have my revenge.
He backed away from my fairy like form, standing back near the Master Sword's empty pedestal. He raised a hand toward me that evil gleam still in his eye. Suddenly I felt different, if anything a lot lighter but that feeling was soon vanquished as a searing pain shot through my matter less state.
An obliterating light was shined through me destroying my outer boundary allowing my form to take shape. Tentacles shot in four directions from the main mass which elongated. Soon this agony could be taken no more and my mutating form slumped to the floor. Everything went black and time seemed to stop.
Hours seem to pass, as my essence became whole yet it was only a matter of minutes when I awoke with a scream of pure torture. At the peek of conciseness I became aware of new feelings and some might say even emotions. Again my voice reverberated off the walls thrown back at me in deep sinister waves. I laid on what was to be known as my stomach and soon pushed up on my new muscular arms. I had never felt this way; to be in control and to experience the elements around me. I brought my hands to my face, and ran them through my hair; blonde, my hair was blonde. My hand fell in contact with another object on top of my head and pushed it to the floor. I had looked down, I remember. It was his hat, that same mortal being asleep between realms. Infuriated I stomp on the green garment, until a hand the size of my head clamped down on my shoulder.
"Come and revenge will be for the both of us." I spoke nothing just nodded. I should have known right then to run, run my little spindle-shanked form out of there but I didn't. I like so many before me was corrupted, by him and my own thirst of blood.
We walked out of the chamber Ganondorf ahead of me by a few feet. Light intruded through the windows of the timeless temple; it's bright rays searing my skin yet leaving no mark. I held back the pain that seemed to increase as I ventured in to the bright atmosphere of Hyrule's Market place. I strayed from the Dark One's side and into the shadows, my body giving off signs of relief now that the cursed light was slightly diminished. I was consumed by my senses. Never before had I felt like this. That little sleeping prat always kept me hidden, imprisoned in the back of his mind. I only got to watch and listen; watch his little attempts at correcting all that was wronged and listening to the worthless creatures of this realm praise him for it. I had to laugh though. I had learned information that he shouldn't have allowed me to comprehend. He was the stupid one, and now all I had to do was wait. I'd wait for my chance the perfect time when I could strike.
Unfortunately, I had to walk through the light many more times before we reached the large blackened castle; each time the pain increased twisting my intestines and burning my flesh. It bit at me and ripped me from with in. However, I even knew not to show my agony, it was a weakness that I dare not enlighten the Dark Lord with. Pain was weakness and weakness had to be destroyed; only the strong survived. I held that fact in my mind and the pain within, displaying no emotion to rectify any suspicion of my ailment.
Forever had seemed to pass before we reached the welcoming interior of the fore chamber, which was a combination of black walnut and shadowed cobblestone. The darkness seemed to sub side the pain plaguing me throughout the little journey and I sighed thankfully running my fingers through my golden locks. Upon bringing my arm down though, I noticed a thin red streak staining the lower part. Realizing that something was a miss I instinctively felt my head for the abrasion. My hand rested on my mouth and the sticky red liquid bleeding from a non-existent cut found my fingers. I stared at it feeling a slight jump of my stomach at sight of it wondering why.
Confused and startled as I was though, I managed to wipe it away before the dark one turned to face me his fiery hair wafting about although no wind blew. I smelled the air. It was thick with evil; I could taste the sweet essence flowing through out the corridors like a child to a lollipop.
It seemed to revive me more so than anything, course that wasn't a wonder now was it? Evil, that is what I am and the reason for my dismissal in the damned Temple of Time and from my fucking counterpart. Just the thought of that prat makes me want to puke.
The evil that had surrounded me seemed to increase as the Dark one spoke in that soft yet malevolent tone. "This shall be your home now. You may choose what ever room you wish for your own, but I warn you, stay away from the northern wing." His eyes had narrowed with suspicion, " Those are my private corridors and ones I wish not to be disturbed by any one other than myself." He seemed to emphasize the last sentence carefully as if the word were meant to mean something to me other than invoke my curiosity. That was when I made my first mistake.
"But as `partners' shouldn't we share secrets we each hold?" The question had a stupid one; I realize that now and have tried to make my mind answer the reason for the question's departure. However, at the time I had no control over myself, my arrogance, and was to eager to learn. I wanted to know all I could about my enemies and `friends'. What an idiotic fool I was to express such words to the Dark One, how foolish.
Ganondorf's reflexes were that of a tiger hitting me head on and leaving me to cower before him and that cursed bloody sword now in his hand. I was bent over myself covering the wound trying to hold my vital fluids in that were at the time spilling out onto the floor. I looked up at my tormentor his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. I wouldn't lower myself like this; I didn't want to be the prey to the predator, even though that was exactly what I was. Silently I sworn using ever profanity I knew to try and overcome the pain in my gut as I slowly rose to my feet. The wall was my support.
"Now you listen to me Maggot!" His voice had rose a slight octave initialing the anger he was feeling," You will remain here to aid me when I call you; we are no more partners than friends, and you Maggot are nothing more than a tool doing my bidding." He stopped for a moment as if waiting for a comment. I never gave him one. "Do I make my self clear?" His anger toned down and an interested look invaded his face but I could make no response and just nodded ever so slowly. I had learned, learned to hold my foolish tongue and to keep my mouth shut. I would play by his rules and go with what he said just until there was nothing to be gained.
"Very good Maggot your learning, now if I were you I'd scurry away from here fast. The creatures that guard my tower have a thirst for blood and will becoming from the western side. I'd travel opposite. Hurry along now I'll send Nabooru after you, she works with wounds." Again I nodded only this time to his back and began to stagger to my right. I stopped as he spoke again. "Oh and find some decent clothes, You wouldn't want me to mistake you for anyone else, would you?" I shot daggers at his back, he was going to keep that thought in my mind, but I'd show him. I am my own person, not just part of that sleeping prat. I am my own person.
I staggered around the eastern portion of the castle finding comfort in the largest of the eastern towers. The climb was vigorous and I questioned myself countless times how I ever made it up there with out falling from fatigue. No windows lay in the tower's lower half, which is half why I chose it. The other reason was it seemed so quiet and somber. No light shined here yet I could see perfectly; this was defiantly going to be my quarters.
The climb ended with a large trap door that creaked when opened, but as I looked up into the surrounding areas I would have sworn the room had been waiting for me all along. To my left four-floor length window sat adorned in forest green curtains with gold fringe. I looked around the whole room was decorated the same; the comfort intensified by the cherry finished furniture and cobble stone that had followed me through out the castle. To the north large shelves dusted with worn books and various decorative boxes each of which thickly covered in dust and seemingly endless cobwebs. Other things littered the room non-of, which I cared for. Things like a vanity, a dresser, assorted chairs and a door that led to Din knew where.
I had let the door fall to the floor and strode up knit picking around my new surroundings finding that in addition to the windows the center two also acted as doors to the balcony. I was just about to step out when a voice had rung out, a female voice.
"So you're the new recruit," she said more than a statement to herself than a question.
"And you are?" I said a bit annoyed.
"Nabooru, captain of the guard and second in command! I've been set by our Lord to nurse your wounds and then I'll be on my way. Leaving you to your new quarters?"
"Yes I've chosen this for myself but as for your services they won't be needed." I turned away from her and returned to my exploration. Unfortunately I didn't know of the Gerudoian persuasion in which I was flung backward stumbling in to my bed.
"Do you really think I want to help you?" she laughed. "I only do it so as to not meet your fate!" her eyes narrowed and I took in her feminine beauty executing all her flaws.
"Take off your tunic and equipment." I obeyed the command only to help with an activity I had for planned in my mind. Throwing my stuff to the side I laid back onto the bed, my feet grazing the cobbled floor. Nabooru advanced running her gloved hands down my stomach and sides.
"Is this some sort of joke?" her accusing eyes stared down on me.
"What?" I furrowed my brow.
"There is no wound!"
"No wound?"
I guess my voice had sounded amused no matter how much surprise I had executed with it, and again Nabooru snarled. " What are you playing at?" She bent her face close to mine in a movement intended to be intimidating. I however took the opportunity to act upon the crazed instincts coursing through my veins.
"This!" I said pulling her onto the bed and pinning her down with a long hard kiss. I moved my hands down her hourglass sides and squeezed her delectable bottom. She protested but under my weight she hadn't a chance. I stopped kissing for brief periods to allow air, then slowly inching her mouth open a bit more each time and till finally entwining my tongue with her own. I could feel my man hood stiffen and rubbed it against her thighs. She tried pushing me up but was unable and I didn't release her until I tasted blood and a jolting pain in my mouth.
I sat up on her startled running my hand to my mouth for the second time that night. It had been her opportunity then and she took it in full force knocking me off the bed with a direct punch to the face. I landed on the floor bitching at the new pain protruding through my brain. However, as I motioned to get up a shock beyond any I felt that night was emitted into my body and I crashed to the floor. At time like these being a woman didn't sound to bad.
"And they wonder why we hate men." Nabooru had scoffed before exiting the room leaving me to cradle my genitals
I laugh now at my ignorance and at how I found my allies in the gerudos. They still think I'm a bit insane and therefore leave me to my peace. I encourage these acts ten fold.
Entering the tower I stride over to the room I had overlooked upon my first appraisal. Stepping through it groaning frame I proceed in what would be a private wash room. A light kindling is lying under a tub created of foreign stone. The water is crystal clear and I take a minute just to watch it's warmth simmer.
"So pure," I do not even realize the words until they echo back to me from with in the small room. I narrow my eyes at the sound of my voice and think of everything my life holds. I feel heat under my palm as I let my magic flow away from me in fiery waves of fury.
Raising that hand I strike the water in a fury that will never be sated making it's reflecting surface distort my face much like the objects of my animosity. It only rouses me further as I watch my face become what they all think of me; an identity less pawn.
Quickly I calm my nerves it would do no good to have my 'master' find out about my loyalties, or lack of there of. That would result in a punishment this 'tool' would rather steer clear of. I level my magic down to appropriate levels and decided to finish my designated purpose for being here.
I shut and lock the door before I begin disarming myself. I hang my entire armor and weapons ensemble on a wall made for such things disrobing myself soon after. I slip from my silk and leather garments and graciously slip into a bath I'd heated just hours before.
The warm water sending my nerves tastes of Utopia as I lay back soaking every inch of myself into the deep tub. A smile lightly plays on my lips and I allow it if only for this small moment of ecstasy.
Hours later, as the moon steps over the horizon breaking the torturous sun's light with its dark hues, I can only think of my current goals. I have to wonder sitting here on the stony balcony of how my plans will turn out. I smirk at my own paranoia in mild self-disgust. I've become weak in these last years being trapped like an animal and my power is diminishing ever so slowly. I can feel it and I can only think of one thing that could bring myself to my full potential; blood. I will need blood spilt and the echoing screams ringing in my ears as I rip the jugular vein from the pathetic fools of this land.
For once I am free my powers will soar and the dark one will be no threat. Even the hero will be mer child's play. However, I must get free of these invisible bonds chaining me to the soul-sucking demon of the northern wing, if only I knew how.
~TBC~
Please read author note.
A/N - Ok OK the second chapter is done although I'm not happy with the ending I wan't really sure how to end it. This sorry you see was just something to quel my bordom last year and I realy didn't expect you people to enjoy it. Umm though I do have some Ideas for the next chapter I want to tell all you who still don't know the POV for this chapter is Dark Link. I'm going to give him a name later so be aware. Any way! Do me a favor people I need some basic ideas if you want more! I have one more basic POV chapter and then I may head into a third person it depends! But the next person will be our outside view to the world that is Hyrule. SO if you want this story to continue I need some fillers with what Malon and DL can get up to and what plans I could inforce from Ganondorf. I am sorry for the delay and I have no good excuses for my absesnce however I can not promise when I can update. With my honors classes, science fair, and life in general it's hard to get motivated to write! Well I hope you enjoyed the ending of this chapter even if it wasn't exactally up to para.
A shadow walks though the halls one everyone notices through glares and jaded sneers. It patrols the halls unable to be released from the walls around it, trapped by its sadistic master and its own twisted mind. I am that shadow and I hold power beyond the dreams of even my master, but I won't show it. Not yet, not until it's time and even then who knows.
I turn a sharp corner and up a fight of shadow hidden stairs. No light shines in this part of the citadel I've made sure of that. I hate, no loath the light. It reminds me of what I am, of what I was, and what I'll remain. Only the darkness helps me now, only the darkness that reaps from my flesh, from my insides, and my mind. I laugh and the darkness shines through the red in my cat like eyes. What am I? I am exactly the hero just his black blooded opposite and with that thought I laugh again.
My foolish essence was all that remained after my counterparts sleep. I watched him sleep, grow into the person I would never get to influence. The dark conscience, a hollow form of the hero forced to pay for a crime I never committed. To be imprisoned in the Temple of light, the Chamber of Time of which places I would now not survive. I waited aimlessly for my chance to escape, to be released in to the world my "better" half knew so well. Then I could take my vengeance of him through others, depriving him of the friendship found as a child. Breaking him of hope and then destroying him. Destroying the Bastered that stole my right to live. Not just exist.
However, I could not live in the mortal land not with out a body, something to control, to possess. So I waited restlessly, watching the world outside revolve round me. Grow, diminish, and finally fall. Three years past by as I watched my enemy slumber on the cold barren floor, until finally I thought my day had come, as a large man strode into the mortal area of the chamber. I gazed from the hidden temple of light watching him for a moment. He was the one I had always admired; that one section of the fairy boy's mind that had forever remained but was never listened to. Ganondorf, the dark Lord; my master.
He seemed to be looking for something and soon set out a hand with muttered words incoherent to myself. A sudden rush was sent over my existence and I was thrust into his hand in a ball of purple -black light. He smiled to himself and I just floated there in my weakest form wondering what was to become of me.
Ganondorf looked down into my pitiful existence a smirk of pre victory over his face. Then he spoke," Ah child of darkness the last remaining evil I have to beckon." He smiled again, " Do you enjoy your imprisonment in this heavenly place?" His word had been calm and cold, he already knew the answer, I knew he did.
I sat in my mind pondering for a moment what he was toying at, I knew it was lingering toward my freedom, but there was a catch, a twist I could not fully see. Probably one he would never disclose either.
"You know my answer M' Lord, so why do you toy with me now? I ask your reply to coming back to this desolate place when there is nothing to be gained." my voice like a cold whisper of death about to strike. It rasped against the throat that did not exist and echoed through out the empty Chamber of Time.
He gave off a sheepish smile, " Your more clever than I'd have thought. I feel your power and strength building to its own limit, but I believe that limit could be broken and your power soar. That's why I have come."
"Go on," I said a bit more intrigued.
"I wish to set you free. You see when I left this place years back I could feel you, your presence but only until now had I truly realized what that presence was." He looked rather smug then. "I have reviewed the prophecy over before, that accursed prophecy telling me in great detail how my end would come, but I have found a loop hole." He had a hardy laugh his long pointy nose wrinkled up. "That is why I have come, to find my ally the only one whom can break the prophecy and keep the mother darkness ore' the land."
If I would have had an eyebrow it would've been raised, but alas I just sat there listening to his chatter, waiting for my chance to freedom and vengeance. He kept mumbling the same meanings with different words for several minutes. No wonder he wanted me. I doubt if there were any decent brains in that head of his, or at least logical ones. The only reason he was on top was because of his power, now intensified with the Triforce piece held with in.
He ended his talk sometime after I was lost in my thoughts. When I realized he was done it's was a little late and he seemed a bit frustrated.
"I said do you accept?" His below was that of a lion's roar as his anger swept in to the chamber, pointed directly at me. His green face was turning purple as I began to speak. I, However, was not truly ready to answer still wondering what this dark lord was scheming.
"I accept freedom, and I accept the proposition of a partnership. Nothing more." His eyes gleamed at my words and for some odd reason that scared me. Was the thing I accepted to be my own personal defeat? I could only hope it was my imagination, but that thought, the thought of freedom drove me to the conclusion that I could and would overcome the obstacles ahead. I would have my revenge.
He backed away from my fairy like form, standing back near the Master Sword's empty pedestal. He raised a hand toward me that evil gleam still in his eye. Suddenly I felt different, if anything a lot lighter but that feeling was soon vanquished as a searing pain shot through my matter less state.
An obliterating light was shined through me destroying my outer boundary allowing my form to take shape. Tentacles shot in four directions from the main mass which elongated. Soon this agony could be taken no more and my mutating form slumped to the floor. Everything went black and time seemed to stop.
Hours seem to pass, as my essence became whole yet it was only a matter of minutes when I awoke with a scream of pure torture. At the peek of conciseness I became aware of new feelings and some might say even emotions. Again my voice reverberated off the walls thrown back at me in deep sinister waves. I laid on what was to be known as my stomach and soon pushed up on my new muscular arms. I had never felt this way; to be in control and to experience the elements around me. I brought my hands to my face, and ran them through my hair; blonde, my hair was blonde. My hand fell in contact with another object on top of my head and pushed it to the floor. I had looked down, I remember. It was his hat, that same mortal being asleep between realms. Infuriated I stomp on the green garment, until a hand the size of my head clamped down on my shoulder.
"Come and revenge will be for the both of us." I spoke nothing just nodded. I should have known right then to run, run my little spindle-shanked form out of there but I didn't. I like so many before me was corrupted, by him and my own thirst of blood.
We walked out of the chamber Ganondorf ahead of me by a few feet. Light intruded through the windows of the timeless temple; it's bright rays searing my skin yet leaving no mark. I held back the pain that seemed to increase as I ventured in to the bright atmosphere of Hyrule's Market place. I strayed from the Dark One's side and into the shadows, my body giving off signs of relief now that the cursed light was slightly diminished. I was consumed by my senses. Never before had I felt like this. That little sleeping prat always kept me hidden, imprisoned in the back of his mind. I only got to watch and listen; watch his little attempts at correcting all that was wronged and listening to the worthless creatures of this realm praise him for it. I had to laugh though. I had learned information that he shouldn't have allowed me to comprehend. He was the stupid one, and now all I had to do was wait. I'd wait for my chance the perfect time when I could strike.
Unfortunately, I had to walk through the light many more times before we reached the large blackened castle; each time the pain increased twisting my intestines and burning my flesh. It bit at me and ripped me from with in. However, I even knew not to show my agony, it was a weakness that I dare not enlighten the Dark Lord with. Pain was weakness and weakness had to be destroyed; only the strong survived. I held that fact in my mind and the pain within, displaying no emotion to rectify any suspicion of my ailment.
Forever had seemed to pass before we reached the welcoming interior of the fore chamber, which was a combination of black walnut and shadowed cobblestone. The darkness seemed to sub side the pain plaguing me throughout the little journey and I sighed thankfully running my fingers through my golden locks. Upon bringing my arm down though, I noticed a thin red streak staining the lower part. Realizing that something was a miss I instinctively felt my head for the abrasion. My hand rested on my mouth and the sticky red liquid bleeding from a non-existent cut found my fingers. I stared at it feeling a slight jump of my stomach at sight of it wondering why.
Confused and startled as I was though, I managed to wipe it away before the dark one turned to face me his fiery hair wafting about although no wind blew. I smelled the air. It was thick with evil; I could taste the sweet essence flowing through out the corridors like a child to a lollipop.
It seemed to revive me more so than anything, course that wasn't a wonder now was it? Evil, that is what I am and the reason for my dismissal in the damned Temple of Time and from my fucking counterpart. Just the thought of that prat makes me want to puke.
The evil that had surrounded me seemed to increase as the Dark one spoke in that soft yet malevolent tone. "This shall be your home now. You may choose what ever room you wish for your own, but I warn you, stay away from the northern wing." His eyes had narrowed with suspicion, " Those are my private corridors and ones I wish not to be disturbed by any one other than myself." He seemed to emphasize the last sentence carefully as if the word were meant to mean something to me other than invoke my curiosity. That was when I made my first mistake.
"But as `partners' shouldn't we share secrets we each hold?" The question had a stupid one; I realize that now and have tried to make my mind answer the reason for the question's departure. However, at the time I had no control over myself, my arrogance, and was to eager to learn. I wanted to know all I could about my enemies and `friends'. What an idiotic fool I was to express such words to the Dark One, how foolish.
Ganondorf's reflexes were that of a tiger hitting me head on and leaving me to cower before him and that cursed bloody sword now in his hand. I was bent over myself covering the wound trying to hold my vital fluids in that were at the time spilling out onto the floor. I looked up at my tormentor his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. I wouldn't lower myself like this; I didn't want to be the prey to the predator, even though that was exactly what I was. Silently I sworn using ever profanity I knew to try and overcome the pain in my gut as I slowly rose to my feet. The wall was my support.
"Now you listen to me Maggot!" His voice had rose a slight octave initialing the anger he was feeling," You will remain here to aid me when I call you; we are no more partners than friends, and you Maggot are nothing more than a tool doing my bidding." He stopped for a moment as if waiting for a comment. I never gave him one. "Do I make my self clear?" His anger toned down and an interested look invaded his face but I could make no response and just nodded ever so slowly. I had learned, learned to hold my foolish tongue and to keep my mouth shut. I would play by his rules and go with what he said just until there was nothing to be gained.
"Very good Maggot your learning, now if I were you I'd scurry away from here fast. The creatures that guard my tower have a thirst for blood and will becoming from the western side. I'd travel opposite. Hurry along now I'll send Nabooru after you, she works with wounds." Again I nodded only this time to his back and began to stagger to my right. I stopped as he spoke again. "Oh and find some decent clothes, You wouldn't want me to mistake you for anyone else, would you?" I shot daggers at his back, he was going to keep that thought in my mind, but I'd show him. I am my own person, not just part of that sleeping prat. I am my own person.
I staggered around the eastern portion of the castle finding comfort in the largest of the eastern towers. The climb was vigorous and I questioned myself countless times how I ever made it up there with out falling from fatigue. No windows lay in the tower's lower half, which is half why I chose it. The other reason was it seemed so quiet and somber. No light shined here yet I could see perfectly; this was defiantly going to be my quarters.
The climb ended with a large trap door that creaked when opened, but as I looked up into the surrounding areas I would have sworn the room had been waiting for me all along. To my left four-floor length window sat adorned in forest green curtains with gold fringe. I looked around the whole room was decorated the same; the comfort intensified by the cherry finished furniture and cobble stone that had followed me through out the castle. To the north large shelves dusted with worn books and various decorative boxes each of which thickly covered in dust and seemingly endless cobwebs. Other things littered the room non-of, which I cared for. Things like a vanity, a dresser, assorted chairs and a door that led to Din knew where.
I had let the door fall to the floor and strode up knit picking around my new surroundings finding that in addition to the windows the center two also acted as doors to the balcony. I was just about to step out when a voice had rung out, a female voice.
"So you're the new recruit," she said more than a statement to herself than a question.
"And you are?" I said a bit annoyed.
"Nabooru, captain of the guard and second in command! I've been set by our Lord to nurse your wounds and then I'll be on my way. Leaving you to your new quarters?"
"Yes I've chosen this for myself but as for your services they won't be needed." I turned away from her and returned to my exploration. Unfortunately I didn't know of the Gerudoian persuasion in which I was flung backward stumbling in to my bed.
"Do you really think I want to help you?" she laughed. "I only do it so as to not meet your fate!" her eyes narrowed and I took in her feminine beauty executing all her flaws.
"Take off your tunic and equipment." I obeyed the command only to help with an activity I had for planned in my mind. Throwing my stuff to the side I laid back onto the bed, my feet grazing the cobbled floor. Nabooru advanced running her gloved hands down my stomach and sides.
"Is this some sort of joke?" her accusing eyes stared down on me.
"What?" I furrowed my brow.
"There is no wound!"
"No wound?"
I guess my voice had sounded amused no matter how much surprise I had executed with it, and again Nabooru snarled. " What are you playing at?" She bent her face close to mine in a movement intended to be intimidating. I however took the opportunity to act upon the crazed instincts coursing through my veins.
"This!" I said pulling her onto the bed and pinning her down with a long hard kiss. I moved my hands down her hourglass sides and squeezed her delectable bottom. She protested but under my weight she hadn't a chance. I stopped kissing for brief periods to allow air, then slowly inching her mouth open a bit more each time and till finally entwining my tongue with her own. I could feel my man hood stiffen and rubbed it against her thighs. She tried pushing me up but was unable and I didn't release her until I tasted blood and a jolting pain in my mouth.
I sat up on her startled running my hand to my mouth for the second time that night. It had been her opportunity then and she took it in full force knocking me off the bed with a direct punch to the face. I landed on the floor bitching at the new pain protruding through my brain. However, as I motioned to get up a shock beyond any I felt that night was emitted into my body and I crashed to the floor. At time like these being a woman didn't sound to bad.
"And they wonder why we hate men." Nabooru had scoffed before exiting the room leaving me to cradle my genitals
I laugh now at my ignorance and at how I found my allies in the gerudos. They still think I'm a bit insane and therefore leave me to my peace. I encourage these acts ten fold.
Entering the tower I stride over to the room I had overlooked upon my first appraisal. Stepping through it groaning frame I proceed in what would be a private wash room. A light kindling is lying under a tub created of foreign stone. The water is crystal clear and I take a minute just to watch it's warmth simmer.
"So pure," I do not even realize the words until they echo back to me from with in the small room. I narrow my eyes at the sound of my voice and think of everything my life holds. I feel heat under my palm as I let my magic flow away from me in fiery waves of fury.
Raising that hand I strike the water in a fury that will never be sated making it's reflecting surface distort my face much like the objects of my animosity. It only rouses me further as I watch my face become what they all think of me; an identity less pawn.
Quickly I calm my nerves it would do no good to have my 'master' find out about my loyalties, or lack of there of. That would result in a punishment this 'tool' would rather steer clear of. I level my magic down to appropriate levels and decided to finish my designated purpose for being here.
I shut and lock the door before I begin disarming myself. I hang my entire armor and weapons ensemble on a wall made for such things disrobing myself soon after. I slip from my silk and leather garments and graciously slip into a bath I'd heated just hours before.
The warm water sending my nerves tastes of Utopia as I lay back soaking every inch of myself into the deep tub. A smile lightly plays on my lips and I allow it if only for this small moment of ecstasy.
Hours later, as the moon steps over the horizon breaking the torturous sun's light with its dark hues, I can only think of my current goals. I have to wonder sitting here on the stony balcony of how my plans will turn out. I smirk at my own paranoia in mild self-disgust. I've become weak in these last years being trapped like an animal and my power is diminishing ever so slowly. I can feel it and I can only think of one thing that could bring myself to my full potential; blood. I will need blood spilt and the echoing screams ringing in my ears as I rip the jugular vein from the pathetic fools of this land.
For once I am free my powers will soar and the dark one will be no threat. Even the hero will be mer child's play. However, I must get free of these invisible bonds chaining me to the soul-sucking demon of the northern wing, if only I knew how.
~TBC~
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