A/N: Woo, I'm up to writin' more chapters! ^_^ I'm gonna try to make this
longer, but I'm strugglin' for interesting mishaps. By the way, thanks to
all who've reviewed, the feedback really helps me move it along. I guess
that's all I have to say for now, without spoiling it, that is. I think in
this chapter the torture will show up, and the whole brain damage thing,
too. Don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimers in Chapter 1.
Fallen Hero ~Chapter 2~
It had been days, maybe even weeks since Link had been captured by Ganondorf. His condition wasn't exactly what one would call healthy, either. Since he had been chained up, the young hylian was raped nearly everyday. On top of that, the evil king acquired a fondness of a certain whip which he'd use on Link. The fairy boy now had lacerations covering a good portion of his frail body, along with bruises forming on his wrists and neck from his struggling against the binding shackles. He was both physically and verbally abused, making him feel as though he was worth less than nothing, that no one would ever come to his rescue. With each passing day he gave in to these lies more and more. Link was also becoming much weaker. He had not been fed nearly well enough since his arrival, only an amount as to keep him living, to live through the growing pain. He bled from the whip's lacerations, mostly across his bare chest and stomach. He bled from a cut in his lip, and a gash in the back of his head from being beaten. Lastly, he bled from his rear, the result of being brutally raped repeatedly.
What hurt him the most was his lost pride. Link had been insulted from the day he was forced to that wretched place where he was tortured. He had not been able to hold his heroic reputation for long in that cold, disgusting room. Night after night, the fairy boy had wept. He wept because of the horrific pain. His body was so sore he couldn't stand to move at all anymore. He could no longer feel his arms from being secured above his head for such a long period of time, for all the blood had ran out of the limbs. Link couldn't handle the verbal abuse, either. He had been called so many names he could not even remember them all, but they all impacted him hard. He had been told so many times that no one cared, he had lost every last sliver of hope.
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Late into the night, in the humble village of Kakariko, atop the highest roof stood a masked, blond man clad in a deep purple. He had a white cloth wrapped around his head and below his eyes, leaving only that uncovered so he could see. The wind gently ruffled his golden bangs as he gazed worriedly past the mountains.
Somehow, he just knew that his distant friend was in some sort of trouble, but wasn't sure where, or how bad. "If Link is truly in some sort of danger, then I must set out to rescue the boy," the man whispered to himself. With that, he took a graceful leap from the roof he perched atop on to the next one nearby. The golden haired man figured it was quicker to leave the town this way, and he would retrieve his green-clothed friend's horse from the Lon Lon Ranch to cover more ground.
The mysterious man searched throughout the night for any signs of his friend. Finally, as the morning sun arose, he began to feel tired and decided to rest. Traveling in the darkness of the night was more dangerous, he knew, which was precisely why he slept during the day for this journey. Its more difficult to be attacked when on guard.
He hopped off Epona, who was helping greatly on his quest, and rested underneath the shade of a tree. When night fell again, he mounted the chestnut horse and rode off past the mountains. Soon, a large, dark castle, quite grim looking in fact, had come into view in the distance. "I sense a dying life force from this dungeon," a thoughtful pause. "Perhaps it is the one I've been searching for."
After thinking through a quick mental plan, the blond haired, masked man gave his friend's horse a quick, but stern kick in the sides and hurried toward the palace.
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Inside the grim castle, the poor, tormented fairy boy could hardly withstand much more punishment. Although he felt no more pain, his conditions were so much worse. Link was hardly maintaining life anymore. Due to Ganondorf's violent anger, his head had now been smashed into the wall so many times and so harshly, he now had a large gash in the back of his head, causing him to longer process much of anything, only that he was left naked, and he hurt. He couldn't live this way for much longer. Not at all. Could the strange, masked man really be able to save him from his oncoming fate in the wretched castle of Ganondorf?
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A/N: WOO! Second chapter finished! Thanks so much to all of you who've given me positive feedback and keep me writing. ^_^ I'll greatly appreciate any more reviews, and feel free to IM me online, as well, which you can get info on in my profile. The next chapter's coming soon!
Disclaimers in Chapter 1.
Fallen Hero ~Chapter 2~
It had been days, maybe even weeks since Link had been captured by Ganondorf. His condition wasn't exactly what one would call healthy, either. Since he had been chained up, the young hylian was raped nearly everyday. On top of that, the evil king acquired a fondness of a certain whip which he'd use on Link. The fairy boy now had lacerations covering a good portion of his frail body, along with bruises forming on his wrists and neck from his struggling against the binding shackles. He was both physically and verbally abused, making him feel as though he was worth less than nothing, that no one would ever come to his rescue. With each passing day he gave in to these lies more and more. Link was also becoming much weaker. He had not been fed nearly well enough since his arrival, only an amount as to keep him living, to live through the growing pain. He bled from the whip's lacerations, mostly across his bare chest and stomach. He bled from a cut in his lip, and a gash in the back of his head from being beaten. Lastly, he bled from his rear, the result of being brutally raped repeatedly.
What hurt him the most was his lost pride. Link had been insulted from the day he was forced to that wretched place where he was tortured. He had not been able to hold his heroic reputation for long in that cold, disgusting room. Night after night, the fairy boy had wept. He wept because of the horrific pain. His body was so sore he couldn't stand to move at all anymore. He could no longer feel his arms from being secured above his head for such a long period of time, for all the blood had ran out of the limbs. Link couldn't handle the verbal abuse, either. He had been called so many names he could not even remember them all, but they all impacted him hard. He had been told so many times that no one cared, he had lost every last sliver of hope.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Late into the night, in the humble village of Kakariko, atop the highest roof stood a masked, blond man clad in a deep purple. He had a white cloth wrapped around his head and below his eyes, leaving only that uncovered so he could see. The wind gently ruffled his golden bangs as he gazed worriedly past the mountains.
Somehow, he just knew that his distant friend was in some sort of trouble, but wasn't sure where, or how bad. "If Link is truly in some sort of danger, then I must set out to rescue the boy," the man whispered to himself. With that, he took a graceful leap from the roof he perched atop on to the next one nearby. The golden haired man figured it was quicker to leave the town this way, and he would retrieve his green-clothed friend's horse from the Lon Lon Ranch to cover more ground.
The mysterious man searched throughout the night for any signs of his friend. Finally, as the morning sun arose, he began to feel tired and decided to rest. Traveling in the darkness of the night was more dangerous, he knew, which was precisely why he slept during the day for this journey. Its more difficult to be attacked when on guard.
He hopped off Epona, who was helping greatly on his quest, and rested underneath the shade of a tree. When night fell again, he mounted the chestnut horse and rode off past the mountains. Soon, a large, dark castle, quite grim looking in fact, had come into view in the distance. "I sense a dying life force from this dungeon," a thoughtful pause. "Perhaps it is the one I've been searching for."
After thinking through a quick mental plan, the blond haired, masked man gave his friend's horse a quick, but stern kick in the sides and hurried toward the palace.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Inside the grim castle, the poor, tormented fairy boy could hardly withstand much more punishment. Although he felt no more pain, his conditions were so much worse. Link was hardly maintaining life anymore. Due to Ganondorf's violent anger, his head had now been smashed into the wall so many times and so harshly, he now had a large gash in the back of his head, causing him to longer process much of anything, only that he was left naked, and he hurt. He couldn't live this way for much longer. Not at all. Could the strange, masked man really be able to save him from his oncoming fate in the wretched castle of Ganondorf?
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A/N: WOO! Second chapter finished! Thanks so much to all of you who've given me positive feedback and keep me writing. ^_^ I'll greatly appreciate any more reviews, and feel free to IM me online, as well, which you can get info on in my profile. The next chapter's coming soon!
