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Evil had returned to Hyrule, Ganondorf had been resurrected, the fairy boy Link had been banished into a lost realm and Zelda had led the life of a captive for months as she watched the world she knew slowly die.
Princess Zelda looked out over Castle Town and Hyrule field itself, from one of the castle's many balconies, to the sight of a changed and twisted Hyrule wrought with suffering and evil. So much had changed yet one thing remained the same; the melancholy that hung in the air between the land and the sky that she had sensed on the last day of her freedom. The sun was setting under a haze of black, each sunset filled Zelda with dread and disgust; she had become accustomed to the sight over her weeks of captivity within the walls of the warped castle but it still sickened her… the vines… with each sunset the vines would tear through what was left of Hyrule's greenery and reach up into the dark sky with a hiss. Anyone roaming the field at night would be snatched by the vines and killed; in the beginning the vines were ever moving and the night air filled with constant screaming but now most nights were silent but this was worse for Zelda to endure. In a sea of slowly swaying vines worshipping the night, one would suddenly snap down, its independence seeming alien and unnatural as it broke its uniformed motion to claim its prey. The vines killed slowly, Zelda had come to know this intimately through her observations when the scream of one man out in the field, lost and alone, had screamed for hours before falling silent…
So much had changed since her initial abduction on that fated day where it all began. However the smallest and simplest elements of her life had stayed the same; the melancholy remained, she still longed for Link's return and she was still bound and gagged, her new life was one of quiet and defeated servitude, she could barely remember the sound of her own voice.
The sun was gone and the vines had risen with the hiss that chilled Zelda's blood each time she heard it. Lowering her eyes from the horizon and turning away, Zelda took small chained steps to the middle of the room and knelt in the centre, the rough rope burning the skin of her thighs reminded her that her captivity was a punishment and not a state of wilful being. Clasping her hands together as best she could in front of her, Zelda began to pray to the Gods; she did this every night when the sun set, she prayed for a new light to drive the vines back into the earth or banish them completely, she prayed for the Triforce to take back Ganondorf's wish and she prayed for Link to return. With each prayer Zelda recollected the events of her past; the actions of the dark-eyed Gerudo had taken against her in her goal to resurrect Ganondorf and avenge her race… Zelda recollected that night, after days of helpless silence in the underground Gerudo stronghold, that night which set the Dark Lord's return in motion…
Zelda's body was almost entirely numb; she had long since lost any feeling in her feet caused by the cold floor and the tight rope binding her ankles. Her fingers and hands felt like stone as the tingling sensation had slowly ebbed away over a period of hours since her arrival; her shoulders ached and felt heavy, she felt as if her body was being weighted down and forced towards the floor. She could still raise her head but each time she did she felt dizzy and her eyes thundered in her skull as if they were threatening to explode, and the rope around her thighs still tore at her skin with the slightest movement she dared to make… it was this night that the dark-eyed Gerudo finally returned to Zelda, the same one that had led Zelda's abduction and the same one that had suffered in her presence during the carriage ride to the desert…
The Gerudo's hand glowed with a familiar ethereal light as she entered Zelda's stone prison, Zelda knew that this was not the time for words, the dark-eyed Gerudo was a woman of action yet still Zelda moaned in protest as the Gerudo approached her, her hand glowing more vibrantly the closer she drew to the princess. Zelda moaned again, weakly and helplessly; with an uncomfortable sneer the dark-eyed Gerudo raised her glowing hand and wrapped her long fingers tightly around Zelda's neck. The ethereal light intensified as Zelda screamed, groaned and bucked under the grip of the Gerudo; feeling her arm tremble and her heart slam against her chest at the writhing princess in her grasp the Gerudo tightened her grip to hurry the process, closing her eyes, her mind stared into Zelda's memories.
Zelda felt her numb limbs spike back to life with sharp pain like needles under her skin as she writhed against the ropes, chains and the Gerudo's tightening grip. The more Zelda thrashed and moaned against her bonds the more her mind filled with the sense of adulation for her helpless state, her forced silence and immobility, the thick flooding warmth in her core that rushed through her each time she felt her ties press against her skin and her shallow breaths caused by the Gerudo's grip which heightened her regained sense of feeling… they were exciting her…
The ethereal light filled the room and threw the Gerudo to the floor. Zelda moaned, loudly and uncontrollably as her helpless body swung on the chain, her bare feet skimming the floor as she tried to grip the cold stone. The Gerudo lay motionless on the stone floor as Zelda's moans paralysed her with a crippling lust; the Gerudo had taken what she had needed from Zelda, the location of Ganondorf's body…
Zelda's body eventually came to a standstill but her moans didn't stop, each deep sighing breath she took to calm her heart sent a slow chill down the Gerudo's spine. The Gerudo stood and slowly made her way back to Zelda, the thriving crippling sensation in her core making each step feel like an an uncomfortable caress within her… soon her eyes were staring into Zelda's they shared the same half-insane glistening in their eyes; Zelda's confused eyes screamed to explore her captivity… The Gerudo stared with her dark eyes at Zelda's perfect features, she raised her hands to Zelda's waist and dropped her eyes to the tight, thick leather gag between Zelda's teeth and lips; it suited her so well. The Gerudo slowly pulled Zelda close to her; Zelda felt the shackles on her skin more clearly and gave a short involuntary sigh. The Gerudo's lips touched Zelda's, Zelda felt her gag and the Gerudo's lips combine in her senses, her feet and thighs twitched as her waist shuddered with a deep explosion, she moaned again with a sigh into the Gerudo's mouth; the Gerudo shuddered with a moan of her own and pressed deeper into the kiss…
A scream crawled into the room from the far away distance, Zelda imagined the sight, a vine crashing down, one on its own in a single remorseless motion… she shuddered. Her hands were warm and her breathing felt rushed, her prayer had slipped into introspection; her first kiss with the Gerudo had not been her last but it was after that first kiss where Zelda learned the dark-eyed woman's name. As if by way of apology the Gerudo introduced herself as Nuboora; while she spoke, detailing her life to the princess, Nuboora remained close to Zelda, holding her waist in her hands and looking into her eyes, so close that Zelda felt Nuboora's breath on her chest. Her voice was light and filled with a range of tones that mirrored her conflicted mind; Nuboora was born into a Gerudo diaspora living on a continent near Hyrule. Her race had been banished to surrounding islands following the failed execution and farced banishment of Ganondorf to the Twilight realm, Nuboora wanted to take her home back, the home she had heard legends and fairy-tales about; the golden desert of Hyrule… she spent her youth and young adulthood travelling her country locating other scattered clans of Gerudo and had later travelled to other continents on the same mission, it was on one of these continents where she awakened a latent ability within herself, a family member long since dead began to communicate with her, slowly Nuboora learned of her powers to first communicate with spirits and then eventually house them within her using her body as a vessel. Ganondorf's return has been short lived and in the end the only traces of him were his hidden body and the wandering spirit of the usurper twilight king Zant… Zant became Nuboora's only hope of reclaiming her homeland and restoring her race's former glory… Taking Zant's soul into her own body, she raised an army of Gerudo warriors back to Hyrule…
Zelda's thought scattered between the past, and present, another scream silently echoed through the room, a weaker scream… Zelda imagined the sight of Nuboora leading her Gerudo army to Ganondorf's burial site; the Shiekah served to protect the tomb at all cost. Nuboora would have appeared as Zant to the Shiekah, and his powers would have been hers. The fact that Zelda was still imprisoned and that Ganondorf had been allowed to return told her that none of the Shiekah had survived Nuboora's attack. The thought of the Shiekah falling to a remnant of Zant's soul made Zelda's heart sink; the same thought always did, every night during her prayers which would always fall into hopeless reminiscence, the thought of the death of the Shiekah, that beautiful and mysterious and loyal secret clan always broke her heart. And there was one more memory, one last memory that she forced herself to relive every night as the sun set, the memory that tore her heart… Link's banishment…