AN: The next two are a bit short, but then again, my chapters are never really long to begin with :) They aren't my favorite chapters, to say the least, but it's been quite some times since I've uploaded and I'm still having my writers block where I can't think on how to make them better. Ugh, and my first day of senior year was today…and I had to work afterward too…My mind isn't to clear at the moment :) Anyway, I'll try not to lag so much in time between the next update! And thank you again to Cassidy Dell and my new review person BlueOceanZ! Good reviews always help!
Chapter Fifteen: Taming a Desert Goddess
"Say that you're mine, tell me that you belong to me."
"I'm yours, my king, my warrior."
"Tell me that you'll rule beside me, with you at my side nothing can stand in our way."
Nabooru bolted upright in bed with her heart racing. Oh Din, she could still feel his awful touch on her arm! A nightmare! What a horrible nightmare! The Spirit Sage swung her feet over the bed and lit a fire in the hearth with one flinch of her eyes. An infuriating shudder ran through her body as her weak legs carried her to the fireside where the cold clammy sweat was drying now, causing her to shiver. As if she wasn't already shaken enough by that wicked call from the past.
Her long red hair draggled over her shoulders and back and shone dully in the firelight. One breath in, one breath out…Nabooru ordered herself through clenched teeth and seething temper. The dark room was void of all sound except for the crackling of the flames and her quaking, deep breaths. It was as if everything else was padded, immersed in a deep fog that blocked it all out. In, out, in, out, the breathing became calmer and slowly Nabooru's muscles begin to relax. She hated him, oh how she regretted him being locked away in the Dark Land so that she could not personally take the pleasure of running him through with her sword. One, two, in, out…
"Nabooru…"
Frozen at the hearth when she heard this call, hands clutching the mantle tightly, Nabooru's heart raced again. One, two, in, out, breath…
"Nabooru…"
Anger, terror, rage, all of these emotions frothed up within her. He would not get to her so easily! She would not let him invade her mind, not after so much had been battled over and won!
"Get out!" Nabooru screamed in her native Gerudo as the fire burst dangerously, licking out of the hearth. "You will never touch me again!" Thinking her mind was playing evil tricks on her, Nabooru teetered on the center of the room, her face drawn and pale. "Never again," she muttered and sank down to the floor, weak and upset. She may have been a Gerudo warrior, but she was also a mortal woman who had a heart that loved once.
"Nabooru."
No, her mind was not playing any tricks on her, she was sure that that was spoken aloud. The Spirit Sage bolted up; drawing a Gerudo scimitar off of the mantle and holding it poised. One, two, in, out…
"Lhag rou'lusp, rou voltodre!" Nabooru shouted menacingly. "Come on! Show yourself!"
Silence.
"You can't play games with me! Not anymore! I know you're there!" With a quick, deft movement, Nabooru leapt across the room with a deadly swipe of her blade.
"You're still so beautiful, my desert goddess," a deep, rumbling voice echoed throughout the fire lit room. "Tell me, do you still burn for me?"
One, two, in, out…don't let him control you, not anymore, not after the things he made you do…
"Shadow!" Her voice was hard with practice befitting a Gerudo warrior. "Leave me be! Do not taunt me any longer! You are dead! No more than a shade in the night!"
"Ah, but you see I am quite real," the familiar voice laughed as Nabooru felt a cold hand caress against her cheek and grab at her breast. She jumped back in alarm and anger, striking out with her blade.
"What trickery in this?!" This was no trick of the mind she realized now. She had felt his hand on her face and on her body. The deep voice laughed again and rolled about the room.
One, two, in, out…
"Oh Nabooru! Do not worry my desert goddess; it will not be long before we may touch in the flesh again. Whether for pleasure or for pain…perhaps both?" The laughter rolled again as Nabooru seethed, unable to see through her fury.
"Ganondorf! Get out of my head, you bastard!" There were a few frightening moments when everything in the room returned to silence save for the crackling fire, but then the voice spoke again, calm as if talking to an old friend, but dark and full of hatred underneath.
"Soon Nabooru, very soon. Your treachery will not go unpunished…"
He was gone.
Nabooru raised a shaking hand to her face and dropped her scimitar with a loud clatter on the floor, dropping to her knees again. Never in her wildest dreams did she think it possible…he was banished to the Dark Land! But it was true…oh by the power of the Goddesses it was true though!
Stumbling out her door, Nabooru ran, ran blindly at first, through the halls of the Sacred Realm until she burst into Zelda's chambers, finding her sitting quietly with the Shadow Sage. Zelda stared at her alarmingly, immediately taking note of the Gerudo's distraught appearance. Her hair was a tear worn mess, flying about her as if she herself were some wild goddess. The eyes were wild too, and not the normal angry flare she had, but alight with a horrible dread.
"Nabooru! What's wrong?" Zelda gasped, leaping from her seat to Nabooru's side, leading her to the chair she herself was just sitting in.
One, two, in, out…
"It's Ganondorf," Nabooru retched, "it's him."