A/N: This is the first LoZ fic I ever wrote seriously. It actually was started about three years ago and has been finished on and off after having survived through three hiatuses and a serious consideration of scrapping. But I decided to give it another chance, and am actually quite pleased with the results. Rated PG-13 for violence and Link's surprisingly dirty mouth; warnings include angst, sadness, violence, Link/Zelda pairing (no citrus), and alternate realities. The timeline I'm basing things on is a quasi-alternate-reality of my own creation: I base most if not all of my Zelda fanfiction on the idea that all the deeds done and chronicled in the Zelda games (with the exception of the Wind Waker for obvious reasons) were the deeds of one brave young lad chosen by Destiny and the three Goddesses as the Hero of Time, the Legendary Hero. Oh. And I don't own Linky (more's the pity) or Zelda or any of the game's other characters. They are copyrighted to Miyamoto Shigeru-san and Nintendo, the lucky bastards. I own, however, sole copyright of each and every one of my original characters. Steal them and I will hunt you down and break your elbows. Remember: A vague threat is no one's friend.
-Act III-
A Hero's Return
6
"What do you want me to say?!" Kitara cried, searing agony ripping through every fibre of her being as the rack was stretched just a little further, threatening to tear her limb from limb.
"I don't want you to say anything," Ganondorf murmured. "This is not an information gathering session. This is your punishment," he whispered in her ear.
Kitara turned away, sobbing hoarsely as she imagined what else the King of Evil had in store. "I beg you," she pled, "just tell me what you want to know. Please…I'll tell you anything," she mumbled, nearly hysterical.
"I know you would," Ganondorf replied quietly. "That's the beauty of this little device. By the time I'm done, you'll tell me anything I want to know…don't you think that if I had wanted information, I would have gotten it long ago?"
Kitara let out a resigned sob at that statement. She knew he was right. If it had been information he was after, the session would have been over long ago and Kitara would have been killed and dumped somewhere in the desert, away from prying eyes. She was in for the long, excruciatingly painful death, and she knew it.
She turned her head away with a quiet sob.
And then the pain started again.
-Act III-
A Hero's Return
6
"What do you want me to say?!" Kitara cried, searing agony ripping through every fibre of her being as the rack was stretched just a little further, threatening to tear her limb from limb.
"I don't want you to say anything," Ganondorf murmured. "This is not an information gathering session. This is your punishment," he whispered in her ear.
Kitara turned away, sobbing hoarsely as she imagined what else the King of Evil had in store. "I beg you," she pled, "just tell me what you want to know. Please…I'll tell you anything," she mumbled, nearly hysterical.
"I know you would," Ganondorf replied quietly. "That's the beauty of this little device. By the time I'm done, you'll tell me anything I want to know…don't you think that if I had wanted information, I would have gotten it long ago?"
Kitara let out a resigned sob at that statement. She knew he was right. If it had been information he was after, the session would have been over long ago and Kitara would have been killed and dumped somewhere in the desert, away from prying eyes. She was in for the long, excruciatingly painful death, and she knew it.
She turned her head away with a quiet sob.
And then the pain started again.