Unending Strings
Fallen
Broken
Dreams to reality
Is all possibility
Tell me
How you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Tears of blood
Soaked feathers
Broken fingers
What is there left to do?
Fill in the blanks
This is that
And there is here
All may be undone
Is it true?
Can they survive?
Ah...
The sweet suspense to addict like a drug
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Unending Strings
"Mask..."
Every night and every day
A little piece of you fell away
Stand your ground
Play their game
Let the shadow cover it all
Until that day they call your name
You're waiting for the kingdom to fall
Weaver hadn't made a sound in the past four or five hours. Link had been taken away, forced to do torturous physical labor in the grand pit. It wasn't really labor, it was the typical Roman Gladiator idea. Link fought for their lives without weapons whilst Ganondorf sat back and laughed.
Weaver sighed and looked over at Zelda. She had nodded off to sleep. Weaver smiled slightly and decided. There were things that needed to be told.
Zelda looked up from the field around her to see the Weaver standing on her strings, fingers still appearing grotesque and broken.
"You want answers, don't you princess?" Weaver said.
"Yes."
"Then I shall begin at the awakening."
The scene shifted to the Temple of Time. Young Link had just opened the Door of Time, and was stepping up to the Master Sword. The sword was pulled and Zelda witnessed
Ganondorf enter the Sacred Realm. And before the Triforce of Power stood the Weaver in all her splendor and glory, completely unchanged from then to now.
Then, there was an incredible battle. Reality warped ant twisted itself over and over as Ganondorf and the Weaver fought. Obviously not wanting to concern himself more with this, Ganondorf drove his sword through the Weaver's heart, pinning her to the ground. Upon taking the Triforce of Power, the scene turned back to the Temple of Time. The Weaver was pinned to the floor like an insect. But she was very much alive.
Ganondorf spared her life, but raped her soon after.
"This is how I lived for seven long years. When I was not being whipped or beaten or being forced to kill and warp reality, I was strapped to his bed and raped. Now, my abilities to change reality and destiny are dead." Weaver said, jumping scenes again.
"Why?" Zelda asked.
"When you are raped, a piece of you falls away. When it happens over and over, you are slowly being destroyed. I probably can no longer return to the Sacred Realm..."
The scene was Link reemerging from the Shadow Temple; broken, frightened, and obviously on edge. Zelda witnessed the first meeting of the two, and then the dream rape. She cried out and tried to hide her eyes.
"I thought that this would have been my revenge. But the more I thought about it, the more sick I felt. I tried to warn him..."
The second dream took form.
"But in the end..."
The third dream...the bayonet...
"I was powerless."
They returned from the memories to Zelda's dream once again. Weaver looked at her broken hands. Zelda gently caressed them.
"If we wake, I can heal them."
The Weaver smiled and nodded.
"When they are healed, I will reveal my secret to the both of you."
The two returned to reality in time to see Link be thrust back into the room and returned to his chain and shackle. He sighed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He wasn't bleeding; most of his wounds had closed already. Zelda held her one hand out and whispered something. His wounds closed and healed. She then looked at Weaver's outstretched hands.
Before she could heal them, Ganondorf entered the room. He didn't seem to notice the fact that Link was healed. He walked over to the Weaver and dispelled the cage she was in. He shackled one of her legs to the wall. Before he left, his foot came smashing down on her fingers. She shut her eyes but didn't scream, tears squeezing out of the corners of her eyes. Satisfied, Ganondorf left.
Zelda worked quickly. A blue glow engulfed the Weaver's shattered fingers. She bit her lip as all her bones were forced back into place. Thirty minutes passed before the glow receded and her fingers seemed healed. They still hurt slightly, but Weaver could work with that.
"I will now show you my only weapon."
Weaver spun a few strings, and a mask appeared in her hands. It was like a face...almost. It was a pale skin color, and there were white, soulless eyes. It had red and blue markings on it. To be truthful, it looked evil. Weaver held it proudly.
"I have secretly been creating this. It is a mask that is endowed with magic that represents the full force of the inverted triangle in the Triforce..."
Link and Zelda looked somewhat hopeful.
"But because of that fact, many would consider it evil. It pushes the body and mind to the point of death, warping and twisting it to a power that rivals the Triforce."
"Then why..."
"This was a project I had been working on since the creation of the Triforce. Din gave me the idea. Naryu suggested the mask. Farore encouraged me. I only now completed it."
"What is it?" Link asked.
"I call it..."
There was a fleeting sound of a raven, and Link and Zelda listened carefully. Weaver caressed the mask, holding it close to her heart.
"...the Fierce Deity Mask."
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The scales are tipping
The end may be around the bend...