Begonia woke up with a start. Her head throbbed menacingly, she obviously was hit in the head, she thought. When she looked around, she wasn't in the desert anymore, she was in a dungeon. But where? She couldn't look out the window, the ceiling was at least two stories high, with the window just as far away. She groaned. "..ugh...great...just great." She held her forehead in her hand. Just then, her head shot up in realization. "Lear!! Oh no, Lear!" She began to cry. She realized that her sister must be dead by now, so must her father, and the rest of her people.

The shackles on her hands cut peevishly into her skin. What would they do to her? Would they kill her right away or torture her first? She felt an intense anger towards the Gerudos. Never, she vowed, never would she trust a Gerudo. She thought back to the warm fire at the center of the village and how the Elders would be telling stories at this time. She or Lear would boldly stand up and tell a story about a sheep who could only see the color blue or an eagle who loved to run rather than fly. The thoughts momentarily allowed her to escape from the dungeon. She didn't even hear the heavy boots approaching.

"You, get up. Now." The girl was much larger than she was and dressed strangely, 'As all Gerudos do.' Begonia thought with a feeling of intense anger.

Begonia struggled to get up. Her body was in so much pain, she made another vow to herself: Kill the gerudos once her body feels better...IF she doesn't get tortured that is.

"Stupid girl. Get UP." the gerudo yelled when she kicked Begonia in her side. She struggled to get up again due to the new pain in her side. The Gerudo woman grew impatient, she roughly grabbed Begonia's upper arm and pulled her to her feet, slapping her in the face afterwards. She pointed to the door where another Gerudo was waiting "You stupid girl" she said with spite "Walk." Begonia did as she said, walking out the door with the ends of the Gerudo's spears poking her back.

Begonia had enough of this. She hadn't been a prisoner for long, but she refused to be one for a moment longer. With all of the strength she could muster, she broke away from the grasps of the guards, delivering round-house kicks to both of their heads; with the guards knocked out, Begonia took the key from the waist of the guard and released the shackles from her wrists. "..there! Now...I just have to find my way out of here..." But where was that? She had know idea where the exit was.

Begonia ran down the hallway, and to her luck, the other guards have not been informed of her escape. "shoot! Where is the exit??" she thought. Her body was screaming in pain, but she couldn't stop. She had to keep running until she got out of the fortress completely. She looked behind her to make sure she wasn't being followed, and to her relief, no one was there. But when she looked forward, she saw a large oak door at the end of the hallway. "yes! that must be it!" she thought to herself. When she got to the door, she quickly threw the door open and ran inside, however, she ran directly into something, or rather, someone.

When she looked at the person, he was a very tall, well-built man. He wore black armor with intricate designs on them. His skin was dark, and he had red hair. When she realized that she was in trouble, she turned her body to run away. However, the man grabbed her wrist with great speed, causing Begonia to retaliate and try to hit him with her other hand, only to be stopped by him catching her other wrist as well. "Well, well...this is an interesting situation." the man spoke with a deep, dark voice. He laughed loudly at her struggle to get free.

"Let go of me! You don't know who you're dealing with!" Begonia yelled. The man laughed again.

"I beg your pardon" he said with a sneer. "I don't think YOU realize that you're dealing with the King of the Gerudos. I am Ganondorf."

King of the Gerudos! Begonia's lips curled into a snarl. "Are you the one who attacked my village? Who killed my people? Answer me!"

He laughed slowly and darkly. "Ah, so you are of the Glaicien tribe. How very...interesting." He dragged her into the room that he was about to walk out of and put her wrists in the shackles that were attached to the wall. "Let me go you evil, VILE creature!!" Begonia shrieked. Ganondorf only laughed. "It is fortunate that you ran into me. You have saved me a boring day. Now I shall be entertained." Begonia tried to free herself, but failed miserably. "What do you want, Ganondorf?" she said his name with spite.

Ganondorf smirked, "Well, since you're here, and you're chained to my wall, you might as well tell me about yourself." Begonia snarled. "Why should I?"

"It would seem that you have no other choice. Now go on, speak." he demanded. Begonia glared at him.

"Fine! My name is Begonia, I'm a daughter of the Glaicien chieftain, I'm 18, and I HATE YOU!" Ganondorf chuckled. "I believe we already established that part, Begonia." She continued to glare. How dare he act that way towards her! She wouldn't have it.

She opened her mouth to shout another retort at him, but to her surprise he walked towards her. She wrenched away from his hands like a wild creature and tried to hit him with the chains that bound her wrists. She didn't care anymore whether he'd be angry or not; nothing could be as angry as she was now. But to her great annoyance, he surprised her again. "Now I'm trying to be very kind here and offer you a comfortable room to stay in. I can hardly say that I've made such an offer before." Here Begonia noticed with a slight shiver the skeletons and bones lying around the dungeon. "But if you calm yourself and let me free you from those shackles, I can show you to your room." Begonia glared at the huge man under a furrowed brow. There's no way she could trust him.

But if she was free from the chains, there'd be opportunity to run for it. She kept this thought in her mind like the last rays of sun before it disappeared into darkness. Ganondorf walked towards her and began to unlock the rings around her wrists.

Begonia watched as the shackles dropped from her wrists. She continued to glare at him, only making him laugh in return. "Now, if you would follow me, I shall show you to your room." He turned away from her. Begonia looked at the wide open door, if she were to run she would have to do it NOW. "Oh, and there is no use in trying to run. You won't get anywhere." She looked at him with her mouth agape. It was like he had read her mind! With Ganondorf's large cape flowing behind him, he walked out of the door; he fully expected her to run, but was surprised to find her following him when he turned his head. She had her arms crossed with a glare, of course, she was glaring at him.

The two walked out into the corridor, where several Gerudo guards stood. Begonia hated them all. They were nothing but heartless killers. They looked at her in the same way she'd sized them up. Ganondorf continued to walk away from the guards and began the trek down endless corridors and dungeons. Several times, Begonia considered running away when the opportunity presented itself. But she realized that the attempt would all for not; guards stood on every exit. Besides, Ganondorf would probably catch her in only a couple of strides. She looked at him again and felt a slight fear catch in her throat. He was several times larger than her, and her strength would be minimal in comparison to his. What did he have in store for her future?

Before long, Ganondorf made a sudden stop. If Begonia wasn't paying attention, she would've run right into Ganondorf's back. "This is your room" his deep voice said as he gestured towards a door. He then opened it for her, but she refused to budge. "Being stubborn, are we?" he said as he grabbed her upper arm. Begonia struggled to free her arm from his grasp, however was shoved into the room by Ganondorf. "You are not to leave your room unless I give you permission. Do you understand?" he said, standing in the doorway. Begonia glared at him.

"Ever heard of free agency??" Begonia spat a him; Ganondorf chuckled.

"In my fortress, you have none." The door slammed. She was stuck in her room.

Link walked along the riverbank with a sulky look. His shadow, cast by the full moon, quivered and a small blue fairy floated beside him. "...next time watch your flank, Mr. Hero...that Lizalfo could've cleaved your head from your shoulders..." Her language was unintelligible to those who didn't know her. Link was one of the few who could understand. He shook his head and rubbed his face.

"Yeah, yeah. I was just tired, Navi. Next time I'll take care of him without a scratch."

Navi darted around his head. "That's no scratch! Go wash it off in the river and bandage your arm off before you bleed to death!" The young hero made a face and walked to the water's edge. His boot caught on something and he nearly lost his balance. "Watch it, Link!" Navi shouted and hovered above the object. "It's...it's a girl!

Link stared at the girl "...yes, I can see that." Navi darted around his head "Well what are you doing? Help her out!" Link snapped out of it and pulled her out of the river and onto the grass. He looked at her silver hair, and the marking on her face. It looked like some sort of swirly mark, he then noticed that she seemed to have been in a battle, for she was all battered up. He decided to bring her back to his campsite, so he carefully picked her up and brought her to his camp; he set her next to the campfire. Navi broke the silence. "Hey! Her clothes are all messed up, do you think you could change her into one of your tunics so that her clothes can dry?" Link blushed, that means he would have to undress her. Luckily though, she had some garments on underneath her clothes.

He put her in his dark blue tunic. This was usually used to allow him to breath underwater, but he figured that she needed it more. He and Navi stared at her for a while. "I've never seen anyone like her before. Is she Hylian?" Link asked.

"No, she's not Hylian...though I've never seen anyone who looks like that either. Let her rest, when she wakes in the morning we'll have a talk with her." Link nodded and put out the fire, made a last check around the area for any monsters, cast a quick glance back over the bruised girl, and went to sleep.

Lear woke with a start. The sun warmed her body, but it ached all over. "Ow, ow..." She blinked and rubbed her head. She remembered the battle that had ensued in pursuing her captured sister, the slices from the Gerudo's knives, and falling down into the water. The water! She remembered it speaking to her, biding her peace until it had completely consumed her. Then she remembered no more. Well, it was about time she got her sister back. She rose to catch Fala...Fala? She looked around. Fala was nowhere to be found, and neither was the desert. Green, green was everywhere. She had never seen such green! The wind bade her good morning and brushed her curls around her face.

Lear slowly sat up, pain screaming at her from all places of her body. She seemed to have forgotten the pain when she looked around with awe at the fields of Hyrule. She had never seen them before, she was born and raised in the desert. "Ah, you're awake..." she turned quickly to see a man in green standing before her. He had perfect facial features, with piercing blue eyes and blonde hair. He knelt down in front of her and smiled. "...my name's Link. What's yours?" Lear just stared at him, blinking a few times, then answered and looked away. "..I-I am Lear..." She looked around, and hesitantly looked back at Link again "Where am I?" Link brushed his hair out of his face when he spoke. "...you're in the fields of Hyrule, just outside of Lake Hylia...I found you in the river last night. What happened to you?" he asked with a concerned look on his face.

Lear looked into his eyes, he seemed to be very friendly, so she decided to trust him. "I...there...there's a war going on in the desert between my tribe, the Glaiciens...and the vile gerudos." she said the name with disgust. "I-I'm worried for my sister..." Link cocked his head "Your sister?" Tears started to form in her eyes. "...I think they're...torturing her…"

Uh-oh. Such a word made his eyes burn an electric blue. "Don't believe it. We'll find her and rescue her."

Navi bounced on his head under his hat. "You fool! Why do you have to be so nice to everybody..." she hissed. Link himself never wondered why he helped people. It was his nature as a hero that allowed him to freely help anyone in need. Lear blinked. This boy was quick to help her. She'd never met anyone like that. But...would he really follow her to the desert to save her sister?

"Are...are you sure? It will be dangerous and, well, the desert's brutal and you're really much better off just staying here in this beautiful green..." She stumbled to find an excuse, but he startled her by laughing. "Danger?" He scoffed and cast her a look. "That's why there's courage. Courage to keep going even when the battle's hopeless." That's when Lear noticed the sword buckled around his torso. She also noticed that he was no weakling, this boy was strong and brave.

When Lear looked into Link's eyes, Link really noticed something. There was something...different about her. He couldn't really put his finger on it. "Can you fight?" Link asked. Lear nodded.

"I've trained a little bit in sword-play, however, most of my time training was used on trying to hone my abilities..." Link looked confused. "Abilities? What sort of abilities?" Lear laughed. Link's confused expression was really funny, yet cute. Then she realized that he probably doesn't know anything about the Glaiciens. "Well, each glaicien person is born with their own special, magical ability. Normally a person has only one, but my sister and I both have two. Someday, I'll be able to control the wind and the water." Link looked intrigued by this, he never knew such an amazing race existed. "And...your sister? What abilities does she have?" Link asked. Lear looked sad, knowing that her sister was either alive and being tortured, or was dead. "Begonia is her name...she has the ability to heal and control shadows..." she shivered at the thought of shadows.

Link saw the look in her eyes and changed the subject. "Will you show me?"

She gave a half smile. "My abilities? Sure thing. But I'd hold on to your funny-looking hat..." Too late. A sharp gust of wind knocked his hat off his head and rolling across the ground. Link's mouth dropped and he ran off after the scuttling thing. Lear and the wind shared a laugh when something shot across her face. She yelped and ducked, thinking it was a rogue arrow. "Hey! Watch where you aim that wind!" A light with what looked like wings fluttered inches from her nose. Link trotted up to them, laughing as he came. "C'mon Navi, be still. That was amazing, I had no idea somebody could control the elements like that!" Lear found herself blushing at the brightness in his eyes and she sheepishly shook it off.

"What is that...?" She said staring at Navi.

"Hm? Oh, this is Navi. She's a forest fairy and my closest friend. Although...she can have a temper." Link playfully batted her with his finger.

Navi yelled at him "Hey!! I do NOT have a temper!!"

Link just laughed and looked at Lear, who seemed fascinated with Navi. "Well, I'll tell you this, I don't think the Gerudos killed your sister. They enjoy having prisoners..." He then extended his hand towards Lear, she blushed as she took it, and he pulled her up onto her feet.

"...um...so, what are we going to do now?" she asked.

Link blushed when he saw that he was still holding her hand and let go. "u-um, I think we should definitely give you some time to recover. And then we should train before we raid the Gerudo Fortress." Lear nodded and smiled, grateful that she had met Link.