Unending Strings
(Sorry about that! This is the actual chapter 4)
And more hell is here
The mind is no longer your own
And yet it is not your foe's
Who owns the mind?
Who is given the right to violate you
Inside the confides of your own consciousness
But the Weaver is helpless
She cannot help
There is a silver blade
Long and thin
It reflects you
It reflects nothing
It is a tool
For your demise
The Weaver cannot save you
All this will do is fuel your rage
This hate is directed at one person
You will fight
You will bleed
Don't fear the Weaver
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Unending Strings
"Bayonet..."
Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear
Sealed with lies through so many tears
Lost from within, pursuing the end
I fight for the chance to be lied to again
You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never conceived in love
You will not rise above
Link exited the Spirit Temple with his shiny new Mirror Shield at his back. He inspected himself for injuries before walking over to the small oasis next to the temple. He had done as the Weaver instructed, and now was the time to visit her again. There had been something wrong the last time. She had hurried him from his sleep, protecting him from something.
He lay down under one of the trees around the water and fell asleep.
Something was wrong. He seemed to be in a temple, stones and bricks making the walls and the floor. There was blood splattered everywhere. Some was fresh and some was old and rank. Link heard screaming...
The Weaver was screaming.
Link ran, thinking he had his sword and shield with him. This hallway opened to a doorway. Link closed his eyes as he passed into the bright light. Upon opening them again, he was confused. Instead of being in a temple, he was standing in a field, among rows and rows of cabbages. Link was confused and reached for his sword, only to discover that he had a shield, but no weapon. He muttered darkly to himself and discarded the shield and empty sheath.
"Why is it that I'm always unarmed when I dream?" He grumbled, beginning to walk forwards.
His bright blue eyes caught sight of the red and black wings of a butterfly. He paused as it fluttered closer and closer to him. He held out his hand, and it landed on his finger. Upon closer inspection, this was not a butterfly.
Weaver stood on his finger. She was naked, revealing her strange black tattoos that her pants hid. Her red and black butterfly wings were elaborate, almost like a series of red strings on a black background. She seemed like she was screaming a warning, but her voice had been muted by some other force.
But just as she had come, she exploded in a mass of starlight.
"Nothing lasts as long as we wish, doesn't it?"
Link whirled around to see the Evil King standing there. Rather than react with pent up anger, Link decided to play along.
"Yes. Seven years without opposition is too short." Link said, a smile playing his face.
"Seven years without a bit of fun is too long. But now that there is something to do..."
"Or screw." Link muttered, still smiling.
"Of course. But why delay the inevitable? You could die here and save me the trouble of killing you later..." Ganondorf had begun walking towards Link, who didn't move.
"I was just thinking that same thing. If I could kill you now, saving the world would be much easier for me."
"Then let us decide now."
From the nothingness of the air, Ganondorf drew a long, silver bayonet. Link took a step back. He was weaponless, and stuck in a field of cabbage.
"No weapon? This will be easier than I thought."
Link jumped back as the bayonet came slashing at him. Ganondorf moved faster, pulling another bayonet from the air and stabbing it through Link's boot, narrowly missing his flesh. Link stumbled, but remained standing. This was not good. Ganondorf slashed at him. Link tried to block with his silver gauntlets. One great blow sent him into the dirt.
Ganondorf stabbed a knife through the leather of one of Link's gloves, prohibiting him from rising again. Before Link could remove the knife with his other hand, Ganondorf stabbed the knife through the free hand and into the dirt. Link cried out in pain. The cold blade of the original bayonet pressed itself to Link's neck.
"Are you afraid? Terrified to be at the mercy at someone who has sent your world to hell?" Ganondorf asked.
"I'm not afraid of you." Link hissed.
"You eyes say different."
"What did you do with the Weaver!" Link demanded.
"If you survive this, then you'll see."
Ganondorf removed the bayonet before grabbing Link's face with his hand, making sure to cover his mouth. Then, a somewhat familiar pain shot up his spine. Muffled screams fell on deaf ears as Ganondorf removed the bayonet and then shoved it back into Link again.
"How do you like being fucked with steel?" Ganondorf asked.
This agonizing torment lasted for what seemed to be hours. Tears squeezed from Link's locked eyes and the more he screamed, the more Ganondorf tortured him, raping him with a bayonet. Link knew that he would be messed up forever if he lived through this, but the world would be ruined if he died here.
Moments seemed like an eternity before Ganondorf stopped. The bayonet was removed and the Great Evil King vanished. Link then screamed his pain at the top of his lungs, though no one was there to hear him. He slowly gave in and woke.
Like the previous time, Link ached all over when he woke. He had been raped a second time, but instead of feel worthless, he felt stupid.
"How could I have been so damn stupid? How could I have let this happen a second time?" Link asked himself.
He slowly pushed himself to his feet, growing angry at his own stupidity. He leaned on the tree to keep himself from falling. Similar to before, Link was not physically injured, but the pain transferred from the dream. This was a worse pain than before. The hurt was enough to draw tears from the otherwise unchanging eyes. Link wiped them away and slowly pulled the Ocarina of Time from his vast assortment of items.
With shattered nerves and a small spark of rage, he warped to the Temple of Time.
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There are visions that the Weaver sees
And they point to a battle...
A battle soon to come...