The Legend of Zelda: Reign of Insanity
By Rhyli and Fantasy-Flyer
Summary: Created and written by Rhyli and Fantasy Flyer, this is the sequel to "Zelda's Quest" by Fantasy-Flyer. Link and Zelda's two children have been enslaved in a foreign country for five years and every day they dream of returning to their homeland, but an unpleasant surprise awaits them there…
Disclaimer: If I owned all the Legend of Zelda games, they'd all be rated M for excessive blood, gore, and violence, and Link and Zelda would make out a lot and eventually there would be a new hero and Link and Zelda would be king and queen, not to mention, I would kill Tingle before the last battle in every game and would bring him back to life just to kill him again, and the Billabongs would be the bad guys instead of Ganondorf (What, Ganondorf is cool!). –Rhyli
Disclaimer:I do not own all of the above that my dear co-writer Rhyli has listed except that I own the Billabongs (I know, named after a clothing company, I have no life alright?), and Laryn, Crow, and Lannen…alright? ALRIGHT?…alright
A/N: Okay, I tried to make this longer than the last one, but I'm not quite sure if it is… sorry! But perhaps this is your comeuppance for not reviewing… –Rhyli
A/N: IT IS LONGER, LONGER! TRUST ME……comeuppance…RHYLI, is that a word? Fantasy-Flyer
Chapter Two: Laryn's Life Debt
To Lannen's horror, Raptor entered the mines a few short minutes after Mallard had left.
"Sis!" he whimpered, "It's him!"
Laryn scowled. "Lannen, you have to get over your fear of Raptor. What's the worst he can do to you?"
"I don't want to know…" Lannen moaned.
"Lannen…" Laryn sighed, "I know it's hard to believe, but I think deep down, Raptor's human too. Just don't think about him. Think about Mother and Father and home."
Lannen sniffed, then nodded. "Okay, I'll try."
But he just couldn't. Lannen had been only three years old when he, Laryn, eleven at the time, and many other Hylians had been taken captive by the Drosians during the war. He didn't remember his mother and father, or his homeland; all he remembered was the terror, and the realizations that Drosians were enemies. Raptor was a Drosian. True, Swallow and Crow were Drosians too, and they were both nice, but there had to be mean Hylians as well. They were just exceptions. Most Drosians were just like Raptor.
Raptor then approached them.
"Laryn," he started, "There have been reports of missing diamonds lately. Do you know who might be behind them?"
Laryn was the only slave whom Raptor ever addressed by name. Everyone else was just "Hey, you!". Raptor spoke to Laryn at least once every time he was supervising and really didn't watch anyone else.
"Sorry, I don't," Laryn replied coolly, "Terminians have a fondness for jewels- maybe check with one of them. We Hylians prefer objects of a more sacred nature, and obviously you Drosians have an insatiable desire for nothing but blood and destruction."
"Blood and destruction are all fine and well, but we Drosians need money too. And one way to get our money is by selling the diamonds you slaves find in here. We need to get to the bottom of this."
She scowled. "If our labor is only putting money in your pocket, why don't you just find them yourselves?"
"Hold your tongue," Raptor advised, "You wouldn't want anything happening to your brother here now, would you?"
Lannen trembled, a shiver going down his back. He was used to threats from Raptor- but that didn't stop them from getting to him.
"How many times do I have to tell you, stop threatening my little brother," ordered Laryn, quietly, but firmly, "He's a child, he's afraid of you. You were a kid once too, not that long ago… how old are you, twenty-three?"
"Not even close," he replied.
"Really? I can usually guess quite accurately. How many years am I off by?"
"Six, Laryn. Six."
"You're twenty-nine? But Swallow's your sister, and she's my age, that's a thirteen year age difference. Even in places like Drosia, that is a rarity."
"I'm not twenty-nine, I'm seventeen!"
Laryn froze. "…Oh."
Lannen wasn't good at guessing people's ages, but Raptor did look older than seventeen. He had the appearance of someone who had once been handsome but through toil and abuse had been worn down in appearance. He often looked frightening and tired at the same time- and he was only a year older than Laryn, Lannen's thoughtful and wise sister who had always looked so young and full of life.
"Sorry," Laryn apologized.
Raptor nodded. "It's trivial. Nothing that makes a difference in anything."
With that, he walked away.
"Sis?" asked Lannen.
Laryn was watching Raptor as he headed over to a Terminian and a Drosian who had just gotten into a fistfight.
"Sis!" Lannen called.
Jumping in surprise, Laryn turned back to face him. "Sorry, Lannen, really. I don't know, I just kind of zoned out, I guess."
"You look like her," mused Lannen as the woman's almost-forgotten face came to his mind.
"Who?" Laryn asked.
"Mother."
Laryn blinked. "Oh… uh, thank you. Mother is beautiful."
"She is. But Raptor doesn't look a thing like Father."
"Why should he? He's Drosian. Father is Hylian."
Lannen shrugged. "You don't get it, do you?"
"What's to get?"
"You don't know?"
Lannen frowned as Laryn turned away from him in frustration. How could she deny it? How could she not look at him? What was happening to her?
"I told you not to marry him, my dear," stated the ghost of the old King of Hyrule, Zelda's father, "But did you listen? No! You were young, you were restless, and he was a big hero…"
"Father!" snapped Zelda, "There are bigger things going on than the state of my marriage! Think of Laryn and Lannen, Father! Think of your grandchildren!"
The old King sighed. "I know, I know… I remember how cute little Lannen was… and Laryn was getting to be so beautiful… just like you."
"I wonder where they are now," Zelda mused.
Her father nodded. "With any luck, they turn up soon and Laryn marries a responsible young man and that barbaric husband of yours will be off of the throne."
"I hate to say it, but I agree with you. Link isn't good for this country. He's too… I don't know, easily corrupted, and easily swayed. He's weak, Father; him being king is bringing that into the open. But at least I didn't marry his half-brother Daniel Billabong."
The King smiled. "True. You didn't, and I'm sorry I ever considered him for you. You do love Link still, do you not?"
"I do," she admitted, "But he doesn't deserve it. He's a terrible person!"
"You thought that about me once too," her father reminded her, "Do you still believe that?"
"Of course not, Father!"
"So there is still some hope for your husband… not much, mind you, but some."
She smiled. "Thank you, Father. You're right. I have to make my marriage work. But I've just been worried about my children for the past five years."
"What parent wouldn't? It's entirely understandable. Link should feel the same way you do."
"I think part of him does, but he doesn't let it show."
"Well, that's his problem."
Zelda glanced to the ground. "It is. I'd better be going now- I said that I'd pick up some milk from Lon Lon Ranch for Ariel."
Her father choked. "But you are the queen! Send a servant!"
"Father, I like getting away from being queen. Sometimes I like to do work."
He nodded. "Well, I suppose that's you. Enjoy being a peasant for a few hours."
"Oh, I will."
What could Lannen possibly have meant? Laryn had heard her brother speak in riddles before, but this time, he had expected her to understand. What was it that she was supposed to know?
She casually chanced another glance back at Raptor. It was still his shift, but his sister Swallow had ducked in and they were talking. Unlike Hylians and Terminians, Drosians all looked sort of alike- pale skin, black hair, dark eyes- but it had different effects. Cardinal and Mallard both looked gaunt and homely. Crow wasn't ugly, but he wasn't exactly handsome. Swallow was beautiful, and Raptor would have probably been handsome after a good night's sleep, a decent wash, and a haircut, and if he'd quit drinking and smoking. Laryn had never seen Raptor without a flask of alcohol in his hand and as often as he could he would light up a pipe. He didn't look seventeen, and he definitely didn't act it, or at least by Hylian standards.
"Laryn, look out!" called Lannen, interrupting her thoughts.
She glanced at him quizzically, then felt herself being pushed to the ground just left of where she stood. Less than a second later, the stalactite that had been hanging above her fell to the ground with a might crash. The pieces of the giant rock formation flew across the cavern, causing many screams to erupt.
Laryn's chin was resting on her rescuer's shoulder. His arms were around her, and his embrace was warm.
"Thank you," she whispered into his ear.
"Let go of my sister!" came Lannen's voice.
"Shut up, you brat! She could have been killed there, if I hadn't been at the right place at the right time, and you're worried about me. I can assure you, there is no need. I have no intent on doing anything with her."
So her savior was Raptor. How odd and out-of-character for him to save her.
"You just saved my life," muttered Laryn.
"Just take a minute to catch your breath," he ordered.
By now, many of the cavern's occupants had crowded around them.
"Laryn, are you alright?" asked Swallow comfortingly. She was easily the nicest of the supervisors.
"Yes, I'm fine," Laryn replied.
"Swallow, can you get some food for her?" requested Raptor.
Swallow nodded, then left, Lannen tailing after her.
"Not you! Get back here!"
Lannen frowned and returned to his work.
"You're bleeding," mused Laryn, looking up Raptor. A chunk of rock had obviously hit his forehead.
"I've been through worse," he assured her, "You are alright, aren't you?"
She nodded. "Yes. Thank you. I don't know what else to say."
"There's nothing left to say. Anyway, my shift's over now. Swallow will be back momentarily."
"Alright."
Raptor released her from his grasp, got up, and left. As Laryn watched him leave, she wondered why he had taken this job anyway. He obviously didn't enjoy it, and really, the job did not suit him. He should have been a soldier or a politician or something like that- he was the type who liked to be in charge, but somehow, Laryn didn't think he'd abuse the power.
"Laryn?" asked Lannen, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she insisted, "But someone else might not be."
A/N: Sorry for killing off the King of Hyrule, if anyone's a huge fan of his, but it said in Ocarina of Time that he had been killed when Ganondorf took over. So, anyway, I hope this chapter was better (and I think it was longer) than the first one. Anyway, some of you seem to need some step-by-step instructions.
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