Chapter Eight: Torture At The Hands Of The Undead

: : means thought

means telepathy between two characters.

Note: towards the end the rating goes up.

I remained still, not moving a muscle. I needed to warn Link and Sir Pigeon but if I moved she might drop the dagger, they could dodge it but more likely it would hit one of them. Not to mention it wouldn't be good when she slashes my throat and I don't collapse and die from blood loss, even Link would notice something wrong then. I tested how much she would let me move, not even an inch and she tried to give me a scratch on my neck. No blood came from the "wound" of course. Arista pulled me backward as I heard the voice of the Poe spoke in our heads, The boy will come for her as well as the knight. Bring her to me.

I fought against her as much as I could without Link noticing I wasn't bleeding. That was until I felt someone cover my mouth with a drugged gag. My sight went blurry and I was dizzy and my head was spinning. I slowly slumped in Arista's arms. As I closed my eyes I saw the figure of a great winged beast growl at Arista before being shot down.

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When I awoke from my dreamless sleep, the Poe was "standing" over me with a familiar face next to him. I couldn't believe my eyes, no I wouldn't believe them, I refused to. Even if Antanois, my older brother, were alive he would never had sided with the Poe. Antanois had tried to protect us against him the night we were attacked. I shuddered under his icy, heartless, soulless glare. He had changed. His bright vibrant blue eyes were now dull and vacant with an icy hint of hate in them. His raven black hair that used to shine like Ebony was no longer that way; it was slick, greasy, and dirty. His tall muscular body was too straight, too big, and too strong, it wasn't like how he used to be.  I thought it was an illusion until he backhanded me. Then I knew it couldn't be, m cheek actually stung from the impact. I "stood" up quickly because the chains holding me were beginning to burn my arms, they were made from pure iron. At least when I stood it lessened the pain. Antanios backhanded me again. I slumped down in the chains. My arms burned with the intense anguish of lightning fire behind my eyes. My skin was slowly blistering and burning off. I "stood" again, weaker. Then it slowly dawned on me who this Poe was.

            The rain poured down in torrents. The lightning flashed across the sky ripping it open. The thunder rolled across the land. This, however, wasn't Hyrule.  This was Earth. The raindrops fell like bombs on the abandoned skyscrapers. Lightning flashed again, hitting a building this time, from what it looked like, it was an old church. The building was demolished the moment of impact. I was in a full suit of armor looking down at the city, looking at the destruction Talpa had caused. I flipped down to the ground, feeling the rush of the fall. I land with barely a sound and charge into the battle with my fellow warriors. I know the risks, earthlings did not like Hyrulians, they barely believed we existed anymore. Most had given up thoughts of our land centuries ago. I slowly stop when I see the Poe attacking my new friends. He was going after a young man, no older then twenty, in a red armor. The man, had jet black hair yet it's length was obscured by his helmet which also hid his wonderful smile that made me weak at the knees, and brilliant blue eyes that shown like sapphires at he bottom of Lake Hylia.

            I blinked twice trying to come back to the present. It was Bademon, Talpa's loyal undead priest-gofer (as I liked to call him). Need possession of a young warrior? Bademon's your man. His ancient magic was only challenged by his sadistic sense of humor. :Yet, why was Bademon here? I know he knows he can't use any of the ancient Hyrulian magic against us and my earth friends are still safely in their home well hidden in the mountains of earth. What could he want?:

"I knew you would come, Guardian. Pathetic as you are, I doubted even you would follow Arista. It was easy to use that friendship you had made years ago while your brother was trying to break into the fortress against you." Bademon laughed.

"What did you do to her?" I snapped

            My only answer was yet another backhanded slap across my face on the other cheek. They never asked, nor answered, any more questions. They didn't try to probe my mind, at least while I was conscious. Their plan dawned on me after they had knocked me out. Since Link was my brother, (and closer to me then Antanios who was protected by magic.) he would feel a lesser degree of my pain. It was an Orran trait for war, to know when your "other half" was in trouble. Hylians did not have this problem. Sir pigeon would be confused at first, and wonder what was going on. I didn't doubt, however, that his mind would think along the lines of a spell… or figure out what Link and I were. Also as they couldn't let the Hero Of Time be in constant pain when he is needed to protect others, they would come after me… Then be captured and killed to bring back Ganon and his master Tariq. The only way to open the door of time was with the triforce pieces. Bademon would kill one of us and use the other to open the door of time. Then he would use the blood to restore his Ganon. My blood and Link's blood came from the father of the gods. We were his mortal descendants and his blood, part of his power and legacy, gave us the power to protect over. That is why the Hero of Time was so much stronger then everyone else and so different. (Besides the obvious fact that he was part orran.) Through our blood we even had a distance relationship with the king of Hyrule. He had some of the gods' blood in his veins as well, though with Orran blood in our veins they'd instantly deny it.

            Just because I figured out what they were going to do didn't give me the power to stop it. All I could do is hang uselessly by the iron chains that were slowly lifting the skin from my bones. I did my best not to response as they used iron swords, barbed wire combs, whips and dagger on me. I was acutely aware of them putting leg breakers on. By the time I fell back into darkness, I was sure I would die.

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Link and Sire Pigeon were trying to figure out how to break in and save me. Link's arms where slowly beginning to bother him. They looked irritated and had blisters forming where the chains were on my body.

:How can I see them? They're outside and I'm inside…:

I was trying to figure out how this was remotely possible, as none of my spells were strong enough to do this especially I was being held by iron, when I heard a powerful voice in my head speak.

This is my gift daughter… sight beyond sight shall aid you… be careful.

A strong foreboding figure in my mind appeared. He looked down at me in his robes made of silk and gold that hung loosely around his body. His golden hair dangled down from his unearthly face and hid his amber eyes. He had a large golden staff that was decorated with gems that were far more beautiful then any found on Earth or Hyrule. He reached down and touched my cheek. A gentle tingly feeling went through my body and gave me strength. This golden hair moved aside to show his pointed ears. His aura shined even more. Immediately his figure disappeared, being replaced with my dragon, Calendrile. Link and Sir Pigeon were still yelling at one another. Calendrile was finally getting fed up with the bickering and roared, making both Link and Sir Pigeon stop. Then Calendrile changed into a human form; as he is a gold dragon he can change his form at will like an Orran; and punched Sir Pigeon. I mentally smirked at the dragon youth's short auburn hair. Like Sir Pigeon and Link, he had blue eyes but his sparkled with an inner strength that only an immortal could understand. Other then his eyes and hair, he was nearly identical body wise to Sir Pigeon. Sir pigeon stood back up angrily but he his temper, which was not easy. I didn't blame him though since it was a cheap shot. They started to talk again and form a plan. Then I was woken with a loud crack and a mind numbing pain in my leg. Antanois was standing near me with another torture device. I did my best not to cry out as he tormented me agonizingly slow. I was a mess of blood and sores by now. He merely mocked my pain and shattered my other leg. I fell back into darkness and saw my brother with Sir Pigeon on Calendrile, (I still don't know how Sir Pigeon convinced Calendrile to let both of them ride Calendrile to this day. The two never got along and still are not on good terms.) Calendrile didn't seem to be to happy about the incident. Just as they took off for to rescue me, I was awoken in a torrent of pain in my chest. My eyes weakly opened as I saw someone with both his hands on my chest touching me in a most inappropriate way. I choked out a cry just as the captor covered my mouth in a rough kiss. He bit down on my lower lip and it bled from the "love bite". Just as I thought whoever it was, was going to rape me, Sir Pigeon kicked down the door. He attacked the person and killed them before rushing to help me. Link smashed through my chains, however, as they were the only thing holding me up I fell into Sir Pigeon's arms. He lifted me gently and cradled me like a baby. My head lay against his muscular chest. I smiled very weakly; I could hear his heart beating and his breathing. Both comforted me. He held onto me gently yet tightly. I closed my eyes just as he put one on Calendrile. We blasted out of the fortress with a giant fireball and roar by Calendrile.