Unending Strings
Dreams are no longer safe
But one cannot survive without rest
Or sleep
When you cannot run
You walk
When you cannot walk
You crawl
But if you cannot even crawl
You find someone to carry you
That someone may or may not be human
But when you slip back
They cannot save you
Why is she trying?
What does she want to prove?
Why does she cry?
Why does she wish?
Why does she hate?
When does he rage?
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Unending Strings
"On Returning..."
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
Link crumpled to the ground again on his sixth try. He could not even stand. Epona nudged him, trying to get him to struggle to his feet once more. Link didn't respond. Tears squeezed out of his eyes as he curled into a ball. A continuing pain...more than he had ever felt before. This is what the Weaver meant.
Before he could stop himself, he was asleep.
Link was lying on a great king-sized bed. It was soft, comfortable, and white. Weaver appeared and strode over to him, fingers moving endlessly.
"I said you would return." Weaver said.
"Please...kill me..." Link whispered, wanting to be rid of the pain.
Weaver said nothing at first. The strings vanished from her hands, though they continued spinning away on her toes. She knelt down next to Link on the bed, head resting on her hands. She looked deep into his eyes before she responded.
"When you have tears of blood in your eyes and you're missing a leg or two...when you come crawling back to me, cave covered in blood and filth...I'll laugh and say 'Ah, I'm glad I let you live...'"
Link lashed out at her.
"Why hate me so? Why not hate Ganondorf! You could have destroyed him! Yet you kick me while I'm down. Why! Why damnit!"
His words echoed for a while in the nothingness. Weaver remained emotionless. She crawled onto the bed next to him. She traced one cold finger over his neck. He shuddered. She slowly curled her hand around his neck. Link twitched and began to shiver. The Weaver grinned.
"Ganondorf spared my life. Would you have done the same?" She asked.
Link wanted to speak, but nothing came out.
"I became his whore. His bitch, his sex slave. I endured it for seven damn years, hoping that the Goddesses would deliver me. But I soon realized that there is no salvation. That I would never be free. When I remembered, I had seen you open the seal. You are the reason that this deity has been defiled..."
Link struck back. He grabbed her hands and pinned her to the bed.
"Go ahead and hate me, but before you hate me for releasing you, hate the person who defiled you." He said harshly.
Weaver vanished under his hands. Link lost his balance and tumbled onto the bed. Weaver appeared behind him, next to the bed.
"I will not fight you here. Our fight will be---"
The evil laugh of Ganondorf split the air. Weaver and Link froze, looking around in the nothingness for the source of that laugh.
"Wake. Wake quickly. Return after you have completed the Spirit. Head to the Gerudo Valley, find the last one there. Then rest. Return to the dream then." Weaver hissed before vanishing completely.
Link took her advice.
Upon waking, Link found Sheik kneeling over him. The pain briefly shot through his spine before it began to gradually lessen. He sat up slowly and rubbed his head. There was worry in Sheik's red eyes. Link smiled slightly and, with Epona's help, got to his feet.
"Are you okay?" Sheik asked.
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine." Sheik said.
Link insisted that he was alright, and in the back of his mind, Sheik knew he was lying. But Link traveled onwards, to the Spirit Temple and to the witches inside.
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And this is where we stop for now
And the next chapter will come in time