Unending Strings

And now it goes to hell

Weaver grows

Weaver dies

Weaver spins

Weaver cries

Link cannot see

But still this is the truth

And the first waking

And the first attack

The cherry blossom petals

Pure white

For no corpse lie in the mind

And this tree

Has no corpse to draw blood from

For that's the way this mind is

Strings spin

They continue weaving

On and on into forever

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Unending Strings

"Cherry Blossoms and Corpses..."

Let you know where you let your senses go.
Clowns all around you it's a cross I need to bear
All this black and cruel is fair, this is an emergency
Don't you hide your eyes from me, open them and see me now

It seemed like an eternity before the Weaver returned to Link's mind. He still hung, suspended by countless strings like that of a spider's web. She retained an icy stare on him, but there was something deeper, something else behind her two eyes. She walked slowly on the threads towards him.

"Why do you work for Ganondorf? All you will get out of it are lies, pain, and misery." Link said.

Weaver's expression did not change. She got closer to him, eventually sitting on a single string and leaning against his chest. She briefly closed her eyes, fingers still moving, still guiding the strings of destiny and reality. Link didn't dare move. Weaver sighed and opened her white eye, and then her black one (not bruised, she has one eye that is white and one that is black). Then, she spoke.

"Have you ever sold yourself?" She asked.

"What?"

"I asked if you had sold yourself." She said.

"No."

A silence...

"Have you ever been violated by a man?" She asked.

Link was caught off guard. More questions came.

"Have you ever been forced to eat rotten scraps because it is the only thing available?"

"No..."

"Have you stolen food, or money? Been forced to do something for mere pocket change?"

Link didn't answer. Then...

"Have you ever killed someone?"

Link opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He had killed monsters, countless numbers of monsters that now roamed the land. But he had not killed another Hylian, another like himself.

"No..." He said finally.

Weaver rose to her feet and looked at him, hate growing behind her eyes.

"Why not kill me? You're one of Ganondorf's minions, aren't you?" He asked.

The Weaver twitched and her eyes darkened. Her fingers flew furiously and angrily. The strings around Link tightened to the point of almost slicing his flesh. Link gasped in surprise and grit his teeth. Weaver grinned.

"Death would be too easy for you." She said.

"You're not like the others..." Link said.

"In truth, I'm not one of the King of Evil's spawned minions. Actually, it's you're fault why I'm here."

Link's eyes widened in confusion. Weaver continued.

"Look at the Triforce. The inverted triangle of the center. That is the creator. The Goddesses created me to spin destinies and dreams and realities for their creations. So that is what I did. I spun them, and I was content to live in the Sacred Realm as the last defense to the Triforce..."

"So then...when I opened the door to the Sacred Realm..."

"Exactly. I was torn from my post. Ganondorf spared my life...but in exchange...I had to..." Her voice trailed off and her eyes grew more hateful.

Link was silent. He never knew.

"And now...you shall taste what I have had to endure these seven long years..."

Weaver hissed. Her fingers flew angrily, altering everything. Link, now, was no longer bound by strings in a web. He wore nothing but his tunic and hood. His boots, leggings, everything was stripped of him. His hands were bound behind his back by heavy iron chains. His legs were bound as well. He felt exposed, vulnerable, bare. He lay on a bed of white Sakura petals, with Weaver looming over him.

"Every Sakura tree draws blood from the corpse buried beneath it, which is why they are pink. In the mind, pink Sakura petals mean that this person is no longer a virgin. I knew you would have white." She said.

Link glared angrily at her.

"Surprised? I know everything about you. I know that there are four women who love you, but the one you love is not a sage. I know that you are still a virgin. Shall I go on?"

"Surprise me." Link said darkly.

"You fear that everyone around you will leave and you will be alone. You become nervous and even afraid if you can hear something crawling in the dark, yet you cannot see. You hate when something foreign touches your neck, be it a blade or a feather, which is why your white shirt has a high collar." She said.

She knelt next to Link. She drew a white cloth from the nothingness.

"Release me." Link hissed.

"After. Only after."

"Why not just kill me?" Link asked.

"Because I'm going to make you suffer in ways you cannot imagine. So long as you draw breath in your dreams or in my reality, your life will be nothing but loneliness, humiliation, and despair."

Weaver tied the cloth around Link's eyes, blinding him. Then, there was a new voice in the silence. Link froze when he heard it speak and prayed that it was not true. But when Weaver confirmed it...

"He is here, ready for you O Great King Ganondorf."

The coarse, violent-to-the-touch hands ghosted Link's cheek. He winced. The hands moved down his tunic. The cloth moved and Link tried to hide himself, but the hands held him still. There was a sound of a belt being undone, then silence. Forced onto his stomach, the Great Evil King pried Link's butt apart.

'Oh Goddesses...he's going to rape me...'

Ganondorf shoved himself into Link almost immediately. A scream emerged from Link's throat as he experienced a pain that he had never felt before. Flashes of white and black appeared before his covered eyes and he felt like he was about to pass out. Above his screams, he could hear Weaver's silence.

Sensing the hero's pain, Ganondorf laughed and rammed himself into Link again and again, hellish delight increasing with the screams. Link could feel blood, his blood, on his legs and around him. His mind began to spin as he screamed more, the pain growing each time. The hurt grew...

But suddenly, Ganondorf stopped. He just seemed to vanish from Link's mind. Weaver unbound and un-blindfolded Link. She looked into his wide, terrified eyes.

"You may wake now, but it will not end when you wake. I will return when you dream..."

Link woke with a start. His eyes were full of terror, and his breath was shallow. He tried to sit up, or to even move his legs, but an immense stabbing pain ripped up his spine. He cried out, though his voice was a whisper. He felt like a whore. Forcing himself to sit up, trying in vain to ignore the pain, he looked at his surroundings.

The sun was just beginning to peek into the windows of the little bedroom. Link forced himself to crawl out of bed and get dressed. Everything hurt; a pain like nothing he had ever experienced in the past. He shuddered as he struggled to clothe himself. He faked a smile as he shoved aside the pain when he settled himself in Epona's saddle. He waved good-bye to Malon and rode off.

Once he was out of her sight, he let go. He slid out of the saddle and landed with a thud on the turf. Epona wheeled around and nudged him. Link curled up, tears squeezing from the corners of his eyes. Slowly, he reached up and grabbed a handful of her mane. She planted her feet and slowly pulled him to his feet.

"I don't know what I can do anymore...even my dreams aren't safe..."

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