A/N: Okay, nevermind. This chapter is no good either. Oh well, it's necessary for the plot and it's already written so I might as well go through with it. Thanks again for the support and everything:) . Only about three chapters left, yay!

Her Memories

Kiran . . .

A magnificent white light flashed before my eyes as I heard my name being called softly. The next thing I knew, I was in a dark, dank dungeon. The walls were made of cold, gray stone and a flickering torchlight provided a dim light that allowed me to see a diamond-shaped pink crystal floating in the air in front of me. But as I looked closer, I could see someone was encased inside.

All of a sudden, the crystal vanished to reveal a much younger version of my mother. She looked to be around seventeen years old or so. As she glanced around the dungeon, I could clearly see that she was terrified, but was trying desperately to hide it.

"Mother!" I called, but I found that she couldn't hear me. When her eyes shifted momentarily in my direction, she looked right through me.

The heavy door was suddenly thrust open and out of the darkness stepped my father. He seemed taller than I remembered him, and his crimson red hair was long, reaching down to the middle of his backside's armor.

"Greetings, Your Highness," he sneered, bowing mockingly. "I hope you enjoy your stay here at my home while you wait for your little hero to arrive."

My mother said nothing; she only stared into his sinister eyes unwaveringly. He towered over her menacingly, drowning her in his shadows. But still she stood tall and proud.

"Seven years," he said, slowly coming closer to her. "It's been seven years since I last saw you. My, my, how you have blossomed." He lifted his hand, stroking her cheek ever so softly. She snapped her head away and stepped back.

"You're pathetic," she spat. "Do you actually think that you're going to defeat the Hero of Time?"

He grinned fiendishly. "Why shouldn't I? After all, I am ten times more powerful than he is. Without the power of your precious sages, he is practically defenseless." He paused, searching her face intensely, just as he had done to me so many times in my dreams before. It looked as if he were trying to penetrate her very soul.

"However," he continued, turning to pace in front of her, "I admit that there is always the possibility of him pulling through. I could very well be defeated, and you and your precious Hyrule would live happily ever after." He glanced up at the ceiling, his grin widening. "But not for long," he said softly, almost to himself. His gaze returned to my mother. "I wouldn't count on it though, Princess," he added.

I saw a hint of a smile on my mother's face as she shook her head. I imagined that she was thinking about how incredibly arrogant and patronizing he seemed, especially since he was about to be defeated by a seventeen-year-old boy. But, of course, she didn't know that yet. Did she?

He apparently noticed her smile. His eyes narrowed and his evil grin disappeared. "I can't imagine what you're so happy about, but I won't ask. I will get what I want from you, and there's nothing you or your little hero can do to stop me."

He stared at her hungrily, madness dancing in his eyes. But my mother either chose to ignore it or simple didn't notice his stare. She lifted her chin and crossed her arms in front of her chest defiantly. "Link will defeat you," she said confidently.

"Oh, no!" he mocked her with exaggerated surprise, and then he laughed. His face became serious again. "This isn't a fairytale, Princess. This is cold, hard reality, and good does not always conquer evil here in the real world. So let go of your fantasies and finally face reality."

My mother suddenly let out a small, confident chuckle, surprising both my father and me. It served to enrage him even further.

"You try my patience," he snarled, his voice deep and suppressed. "What is it that makes you so sure that your Hero will win?"

"What does it matter to you?" she asked smugly. "Are you threatened by the fact that I have enough faith in him to believe that he will win? That I know he will win?"

His hands curled into fists and his nostrils flared. I looked into his eyes and saw that he was not angry, though. In fact, I could see fear emanating from his eyes. I stood there in disbelief. Here was the almighty King of Evil, standing before me, fearful of a threat by my mother, whom he had always called weak and inconsequential.

My father sighed. "You and your damn foresight," he muttered. "So you have seen that I will be defeated?"

My mother didn't respond, and I realized that she had most likely had a prophecy about it. She averted his gaze, and I imagined that she regretted revealing that to him, even if she had done it indirectly. She stared at the ground as she waited for him to react.

He sighed and suddenly looked in my direction. I could have sworn he could see me from the way his lips slowly curled into a grin and the confidence returned to his eyes. "So it shall be," he said quietly, his ember eyes still burning into mine. "My efforts will not be in vain, though," he continued, finally returning his gaze to my mother. "This I vow."

All of a sudden, he seized her arms and yanked her toward the door. My heart pounded in my chest as he dragged her out of the cell. I heard her scream, and it sent chills through me. Before I could even move the cell warped and changed shape until I realized I was in a bedroom. I glanced at the crimson curtains and the dark, stained glass windows. Ganondorf's bedroom, I realized, remembering my first dream with my father.

Suddenly, the heavy door flew open, crashing into the wall as Ganondorf came storming in, my mother slung unceremoniously over his shoulder.

I stared in shock as he threw her onto the bed. She scrambled off clumsily, falling to the floor with a thud. She backed up against the wall behind her, her eyes filled with terror. Ganondorf began to walk toward her

"It will take your hero a while to figure out how to get here, you know," he told her, grinning maliciously. "So whatever shall we do in the meantime?" He paused, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "No. I don't think I'll kill you. Something else comes to my mind…"

My mother visibly shuddered underneath his intense gaze. "What? What are you going to do?" she asked quietly.

His mad grin widened and his ember eyes burned intensely. "I'm going to break you," he threatened, his voice hauntingly deep and dark. "I'm going to make you wish I had killed you."

With that, he lunged at her and scooped her up impulsively. She screamed as he threw her back onto the bed and began to tear at her dress.

"You know, you're very beautiful," Ganondorf told her, his voice calm amid the terrible chaos he was creating. "If the circumstances were different, I think I would have taken you as a wife."

"No! Please… don't!" my mother screamed helplessly as he desecrated her. She squirmed beneath him and tore at his face, but his massive size and strength easily overpowered her. Her weak efforts were futile against him, and no one was around to hear her scream except me. But all I could do was stand there, my feet nailed to the ground in terror.

Was this my father's doing? Why was he forcing me to see this? Suddenly, the hatred I felt for him in my heart swelled, and something burst inside of me.

"Stop!" I shrieked at him. "I hate you! Leave me alone!"

He couldn't hear me. He continued to violate my mother as I helplessly watched.

"Stop! STOP!" I screamed over and over again, willing myself to wake up and tear me away from this nightmare.

The horrible dream mercifully ended then, and I now found myself staring into the eyes of my mother, except now she appeared just as she had looked before she had been poisoned. After a short moment, she spoke.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, my son," she said softly. "But I wanted you to see for yourself what a terrible man your father was. You are about to begin a great battle against evil within yourself, and it will not be easy. But you can succeed, I just know you can. You just have to believe in yourself."

I simply stared at her, confused out of my mind. She smiled softly at me and tilted her head affectionately. "I have so much faith in you, Kiran," she said. "I always have, ever since you were born. I knew you would have the ability to do amazing things. You see, when it was discovered that I was pregnant with you, I was faced with a enormous dilemma. Link advised me to have you killed as soon as you were born. Now, you must understand, my son," she put in quickly, "Link had just spent the majority of his life trying to defeat Ganondorf, and all that time made him bitter and full of a passionate hatred for the man. He tried to convince me to go along with the plan, and I had agreed at first, but then you were born. The moment I set eyes on you, I refused to let Link harm you, promising him that I would raise you myself and make sure you were cleansed of the evil you may have inherited from your father. But I did not do an adequate job; you were growing apart, and I was too indulged in my responsibilities owed to Hyrule that the very being I feared and despised most had captured your heart and soul. My negligence was my own destruction."

I felt overwhelming guilt as she essentially blamed herself for her own death. But somehow, I knew that now wasn't the time to argue with her about it. "I… I don't understand," I stuttered. "How is Ganondorf doing this? How is he inside of me, telling me what to do?"

"Ganondorf somehow put something inside of me that was passed on to you, allowing him to communicate with you from the Sacred Realm," she said. "He's been manipulating you, forcing you to do things for him, and he also has established a heavy influence on your mind. He has shown you his side, his points of view. I felt it necessary to show you my side."

She paused for a moment and smiled softly at me. "I will help you, Kiran. I will always be with you, deep within your heart. You need only to summon me from there for strength and guidance, but most of all, for wisdom. The wisdom that will enable you to make the right decision and conquer the evil. This will help prepare you for what will come."

"Prepare me for what?" I asked, but my mother's image was beginning to fade away. "Mother!" I cried out, panicking. "What's going to happen?"

But she was gone, and I woke up in my own bed, sweat pouring down my face.