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 IV-
Convergence
14
The tower dungeon was eerily silent. Zelda hadn't spoken for what felt like hours, though Kitara couldn't possibly be sure how much time had passed since Impa's warning. There were no windows in the frightfully dark tower, and Kitara had never been particularly fond of the dark to begin with, so it wasn't helping that the cell's other occupant was being so sullenly silent. "So…do you think he'll really come for us?"
Zelda laughed. The tone was bitter. "He always has before," she said quietly. "I was kind of hoping to save him a little trouble this time," she said, pouting slightly. "I had kind of wanted to meet him halfway, you know, so he didn't have to do everything. I'm kind of getting a bit tired of being the helpless maiden who always needs to be rescued. In a way, I kind of envy you Gerudo," she admitted.
"Envy us? The recluses of the harsh desert?" Now it was Kitara's turn to be bitter. "you mean we women who always glare from our fortresses down at the rest of mankind? Who always chase off intruders at the point of a glaive? No, it's no life to envy."
"You don't sound as if you agree with the practices of your people," Zelda observed.
Kitara snorted disdainfully. "My people are nothing but frightened old women who refuse to admit that not all men are the same as our…" she sneered, "esteemed leader," she said disdainfully. "And no one like me," she continued, "who sees every person as an equal to another, is accepted in the Gerudo culture. I've been an outcast even among my own clan since I was small because of my opinions."
Zelda was aghast. "That's terrible," she said quietly. "How many of you are there who think that the Gerudo's old ways are holding them back?"
Kitara smiled ruefully. "Not many."
Zelda placed a hand on the young warrior's shoulder. "If we get out of this," she said, "you and those who share your views are welcome to stay in Hyrule for as long as you'd like. You'll always have a place as long as I'm in charge around here. You're not to be an outcast any longer," she said firmly.
-Act IV-
Convergence
14
The tower dungeon was eerily silent. Zelda hadn't spoken for what felt like hours, though Kitara couldn't possibly be sure how much time had passed since Impa's warning. There were no windows in the frightfully dark tower, and Kitara had never been particularly fond of the dark to begin with, so it wasn't helping that the cell's other occupant was being so sullenly silent. "So…do you think he'll really come for us?"
Zelda laughed. The tone was bitter. "He always has before," she said quietly. "I was kind of hoping to save him a little trouble this time," she said, pouting slightly. "I had kind of wanted to meet him halfway, you know, so he didn't have to do everything. I'm kind of getting a bit tired of being the helpless maiden who always needs to be rescued. In a way, I kind of envy you Gerudo," she admitted.
"Envy us? The recluses of the harsh desert?" Now it was Kitara's turn to be bitter. "you mean we women who always glare from our fortresses down at the rest of mankind? Who always chase off intruders at the point of a glaive? No, it's no life to envy."
"You don't sound as if you agree with the practices of your people," Zelda observed.
Kitara snorted disdainfully. "My people are nothing but frightened old women who refuse to admit that not all men are the same as our…" she sneered, "esteemed leader," she said disdainfully. "And no one like me," she continued, "who sees every person as an equal to another, is accepted in the Gerudo culture. I've been an outcast even among my own clan since I was small because of my opinions."
Zelda was aghast. "That's terrible," she said quietly. "How many of you are there who think that the Gerudo's old ways are holding them back?"
Kitara smiled ruefully. "Not many."
Zelda placed a hand on the young warrior's shoulder. "If we get out of this," she said, "you and those who share your views are welcome to stay in Hyrule for as long as you'd like. You'll always have a place as long as I'm in charge around here. You're not to be an outcast any longer," she said firmly.