Twilight-Dipped Dreams
Chapter 2
Zelda sat in the forest, a sanctuary compared to where she was only a few days ago. She stared at the cup in her hands, the tea losing warmth the longer it was left alone. Why hadn't Kohana came with her? The princess could imagine Kohana being happy here- a smile she had never seen on the maid's face, shown only away from that filthy beast, Ganondorf. Maybe- if she went back, Zelda could convince her to come back with her? The refugee camp wasn't too far away from Ganon's Castle, and there were always gypsy caravans they could stay with until they found somewhere nice and quiet. The horse she had come on looked at her warily as she mounted him. "Can you- take me back to her?" Zelda asked softly, and his ears flicked, before he snorted, turning from the camp, and galloping back to the hell she had escaped.
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"Kohana, give me a back massage." Her new master ordered, and she nodded, smiling hollowly as she moved behind him. She rubbed the knots and kinks out of his back that seemed to never go away, like a horrible STD. "OOOOOH, right there! That's fantastic. Mmmm, your hands are like magic, Kohana." She wanted nothing more than to wrap her 'magic hands' around his goddamn neck and work some 'magic' that everyone would thank her for.
"Master Zant, you needn't compliment me so much." She said in a coy tone, which perfectly masked her irritation and annoyance. Zant was nothing but a puppet, who Ganondorf has given a fraction of his strength to, and he stupidly abused it. A Puppet who had been given fake importance. His pale, almost transparent white flesh and huge, alien like gold eyes made her shiver in disgust. Thing strings of white kept his lips together when he talked. His small hands were more like small claws. Everything about his was revolting. Even worse, he tried to hit on her- constantly. "So, Kohana," Here it comes, "It came to my attention that there was a popular restaurant in the castle area- would there be any chance you'd go with me?" She rolled her eyes, using every bit of her will power to hold her stomach down.
"I have much to do, Master Zant…" Kohana started, before he grabbed her, showing a surprising amount of strength, and pushing her into the grey throne he was just sitting in moments ago. He pinned her down and she gasped, looking at him,
"You seem to always turn down my invitations, do you not like me?" Zant asked, and she squirmed,
"Master, such relations are frowned upon." Kohana responded shyly, trying to make up a reason to not go with him. Everyday, he came up with a new place and new reasons she should go with him. It was desperate and pathetic. She hated him for peeping on her while she changed, or while she was in the bath, ignoring his wandering eyes when she bend over to get something, or reached up.
"I've liked you ever since I saw you next to my God, when we met in person." Zant confessed, and she struggled. Dark red and black magic bound her wrists, holding them above her and against the throne, "How do my twilight handcuffs feel?" He asked sliding a hand up her leg, "Your thighs are really big, but they're that type of nice big." He felt her up, "They're nice and soft, too, like boneless hams." Nothing made her want to vomit more than those words he had just spoken. She tried to mentally ignore the horrid feeling of his nails scratching against her skin, but it was easier said than done. After what seemed like an eternity of humiliation and torture, the larg doors to Zant's throne room were thrown open.
Ganondorf stood in the doorway.
"My Lord!" Zant said, looking at him, "What a nice surprise. I would have cleaned up if I knew my Lord was coming over." Zant purred, withdrawing from her and standing in front of her, acting as a shield. That wasn't his intention, but it wasn't her intention to be his fuck toy either.
"Who's that in your throne behind you?" Ganondorf asked, and Zant stepped aside to show her off, even in her shameful state. Kohana couldn't meet her old master's gaze. She averted her eyes. "What is the meaning of this?" He demanded, and Zant flinched, and she winced from his tone too.
"I-I was just enjoying myself and having some foreplay- WHAT!- I didn't mean that, oh Almighty God of mine!" The shackled that held her wrists up, shattered, and she hugged herself, before she was picked up- by Ganondorf. She squirmed slightly, and Ganondorf glared at Zant,
"I gave to you something of mine, and you dirtied it." He said sharply, and Zant fell to his knees, bowing to him,
"Spare me, great God!" Zant cried, falling to his knees and bowing deeply to Ganondorf.
"I'll come back for YOU." Ganondorf hissed at Zant, as he walked past him, Kohana glancing at him, and he looked down at her, "Hm?" She looked away, strangely feeling grateful.
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Kohana sat in her room, having locked herself in the moment Ganondorf had set her down. He banged on the door, "Kohana? Kohana, do not defy me in this manner again! Open the door!" She stood and went into the bathroom, as he tried to get in. She took one of her shaving razors and carefully pulled it apart, picking up one of the razor blades and holding it up to the candle light. The blade glistened with an evil intent, and she sat on the edge of the tub, "Answer me, girl!" She put the lip of the blade to her wrist, and pressed down, ruby red grew from her flesh, before dripping down her wrist even through she had not moved the blade. "I'm kicking down the door." She pulled the blade across, and more blood eagerly clawed to the surface and dripped to the floor. She repeated the action on her other wrist, before falling backwards, into the tub. The door's wood was strong, but it splintered fatally against Ganondorf's kicks.
With a crash, he burst through, scanning the room for her, before going to the bathroom, blood slipping into the drain. "Kohana?" She looked at him, almost sleepily, before closing her eyes, and he head lulled to the side while she slipped into unconsciousness. "Damn it." He growled, picking her up, and carrying her out of the room, a few other maids coming to his aid when he roared for their assistance. She murmured something as they applied loose first aid to her wrists, "What was that?" She looked at him,
"…lost…too much blood…" She smiled affectionately at him, "You're too late." At this, Ganondorf angrily left the room, as she closed her eyes, smiling gently. The only real peace she hopped for, was with her parents and brother, in the after life.
~O~ Zelda (a few days later)~O~
Her horse reached the gates of what was left of Hyrule. Twilight creatures watched her, but did not approach her. They whispered amongst themselves, as she dismounted and left the horse at the gates, to travel into the castle alone. She looked around, seeing the entire place completely lifeless. Not a person anywhere. Easier to get to the castle then…
As she went to the Castle, she looked up, noticing a ghost of a person, looking down at her, before vanishing. Zelda questioned herself whether it was her imagination or it was someone, but she stepped into the castle, navigating it deftly, and reaching the throne room.
The throne was empty and bare of a presence.
This surprised her, but she looked around, wandering the halls at her will. There wasn't a person around. Maybe…Kohana was still here. Zelda went to the room she remembered the girl staying in, and slowly opened the door. "Zelda?" Someone whispered, and Zelda looked over. In the bathroom doorway, stood Kohana, in a long, white dress. "…By Fyora, it is you." She said softly, and Zelda closed the door, running over and hugging the girl, who hugged back.
"Kohana, I came to save you." Zelda told her, and Kohana looked at her with confusion, "T…There is no hero. Ganondorf won't die. You won't have to wait for him to come back." Zelda held her hands, "Run away with me."
"W…You're mad to come back all this way just to ask this of me." The maid exclaimed quietly, before nervously licking her lips and looking at the door as heavy foot steps echoed. "Quickly, Princess, hide here." Kohana begged, moving a panel aside in the wall, small enough for her person to slip into, "In here." Zelda reluctantly did so, and she closed the panel. Small cracks in the panel from an intricate but one-way glass- like, see-through tapestry, allowed Zelda to watch as Kohana sat on the bed. The door opened and Ganondorf entered the room. Kohana submissively lowered her head, letting her red hair cover her face, but he walked past her and looked in the bathroom. "Search to your heart's content, but you've confiscated anything I could use." Ganondorf entered the room,
"Stand up." He ordered, and she did so. He took her left arm and moved her sleeve up, scanning her flesh, and then he checked her right arm. "Show me your legs." She bended over slightly and grabbed some of her skirt, before lifting it just above her knees, and he scanned those too, before she dropped her skirt and he lifted her lower arms up, tight white bandages were wrapped around her wrists. "I see you've behaved and not mussed with the bandages." He told her, and she slowly sat back down on her bed, "I have no interest in treating you in such a way, Kohana, but you leave me with no options." She spit in his face, and he wiped her defiance away with a growl, "That was uncalled for."
"You taking me to the doctor was 'uncalled for'. You bursting into my room was 'uncalled for'. How you wouldn't just let me leave was 'uncalled for'." She hissed, and Ganondorf stared at her. "Why can't you just let me go? You've cursed me to forever be at your side- can't I just wait for you for once?"
"It doesn't work that way, Kohana." Ganondorf told her, and she sighed, her persuasion having given no benefitting results. "Kohana. I spoil you among the other maids, because you've been with me so long. I don't understand why you revolt in such a manner. Don't I give you everything you want?"
"I revolt this way because breaking a few vases and lamps isn't enough. You over look them- 'it was an accident'. Don't pamper me…because I'm forced into this life. You're rubbing salt into my wounds."
"Then I won't pamper you, Kohana. I'll take back the free will I gave you. You'll sleep in my room tonight. That's an order." Ganondorf told her, and she looked down. "Are you going to defy me again? Or are you just going to try to hang yourself with the ropes I use to tie the curtains of my bed back?" He asked, and she closed her eyes,
"Maybe if you had bound someone else to staying with you- I wouldn't act in such a way." She said, and Ganondorf left the room, shutting the door behind him, Zelda opening the panel and slipping out.
"Kohana- will you come with me?" Zelda asked, trying to ignore what she had just heard moments ago. The princess could see it- the emotion she didn't recognize at first- but she understood it now. Every time she looked at Kohana's eyes, she saw it, swirling in her dark irises. The deep, dark, abyss of sadness and depression that forever held her chained to it's self. Much like how Ganondorf had cursed her to wait for him until reincarnation, the darkness in her eyes condemned her to finding solace in death alone. Zelda took her hands, looking into Kohana's eyes, the darkness thinning. "Ganondorf…he'll never find you again. Look at hat you've done to yourself." Zelda said, and Kohana looked down at her bandages wrists, ashamed and unhappy. "You'll be happy."
"…Happy?" She questioned, confused.
"Yeah." Zelda smiled, and Kohana hesitated.
"There- is a safe house that the tunnel underneath the stone u stood on, goes to." Kohana said in a whisper, moving the panel aside again. "I- go there to think. Please, give me a day or two. Maybe- I can find something in the library underneath this castle about the hex on me. Please, go." Kohana begged, and Zelda reluctantly slipped back behind the panel, and slowly dropped herself bellow the stone, landing on more stone. It was only a few steps to her room, and Kohana waved with a sad smile, before closing the panel. Zelda climber back up to the step, and saw a small lock on the panel, "Please, lock it." Zelda's hand twitched and reached forward. Half of her screamed not to do it- that some how it would doom her. But her other half- the one that said she'd pull through- and the princess locked it. She watched, helplessly, as Kohana stood up and waked out of the room.
Ganondorf- has been standing outside her door, leaning against the wall. He looked at her as she exited, "Kohana," He started, but she walked past him, "Don't you-" She whipped around,
"What's 'happy' mean? What is it? It is some type of word with another meaning?" She asked him, and Ganondorf pulled back.
"It's an emotion." Ganondorf said, and Kohana frowned,
"Then why haven't I felt it before?" She asked him, and when he held no answer, he held none of her attention. Kohana turned and walked off. The library was silent, and she pulled out books of park magic, checking indexes. Ganondorf was somewhere in the library too, looking at a dictionary- looking up 'happy'.
"'feeling pleasure; causing pleasure; satisfied; willing; fortunate; tipsy; used in greetings; too ready to do something'." He read quietly to himself, "Huh…I guess I was pretty 'happy' when I killed Link…" He mused, as Kohana wrote various things down, before replacing the books. None of the torched in the back 5 rows of the library- the back 2 was where she needed to put the books back. Ganondorf stiffened, and quieted his breathing, as she walked in to the row he was in, leaning directly over him as he sat on the floor.
She hand grabbed the cloth of her skirt a few inched above the hem, and held it in her hand, hiking up her skirt so she wouldn't trip as she walked. Kohana looked around the shelved, and turned her back to him, standing on her toes and pushing a large black book back into its resting place. Two more on that shelf. She stood directly in front of Ganondorf- so close that her shirts brushed against his lap, as she pushed another book into place.
There was a faint smell of something- different. It was sweet…sickly sweet, but Ganondorf hand trouble putting his finger on the scent. She was reaching up, putting more books away checking others and pulling them down, leafing through them. Totally oblivious to his position under her. If Ganondorf has lifted her skirt and merely glanced up, he's even be able to see the panties she was wearing. He silently clamped a hand over his mouth, the scent- smell- whatever it was…was turning him on. Fast. The villain glanced up, at a loss, as she stood there, reading a passage.
"The 'Obedience Hex'- turns the victim into a mindless shelf of their former self before it was cast, and from then on, rely on the hex caster's words for action. In mild cases, they can perform mundane tasks such as using the bathroom, eating, drinking, bathing, and dressing. In severe cases, victims can do none of these until the castor tells them to. Victims on the previously mentioned severe hex level are often found dead, as they forget to breath, covered in their own defecation and urine." She closed the book, "Lovely, but that didn't help me." She murmured to herself, putting it back.
He clamped his hand down tighter, shakily lightly. If Kohana looked down, he'd be at loss for words. The smell was still at its faintness, but his body felt hot. He'd banged all of the females under his rule- well, the maids, except Kohana- but never before did he feel this way. Lewd images, flashing in his mind of all the things he could do to the woman standing over him. Hand cuffs, ropes, bondage, leather- sex in the bath. He struggled to control himself.
"I-Is this it?" She asked no one in particular, Ganondorf glancing up, "'The eternal binding Hex, binds one person, the Hex Caster, to the other, victim. If either dies, the hex ensures that the other person is granted immortality, until the Hex Caster returns to bodily form. This included spirit form, zombie-status, resurrection, and any other for the castor takes. As long as the castor takes a form of any sort, the bond is in tact, and the Hex Castor retains full control over the victim. After the death of the Hex Caster, the Victim falls into a deep, undisturbed sleep, until the Hex Castor returns, in which the victim awakes and unconsciously makes their way to the Castor." She jumped up and down a bit, and Ganondorf shook, "This is it! This is it!"
She stared at the book, a look of inner conflict in her eyes, before she blinked and stared down at her chest. Ganondorf froze, as she looked down at him. "Oh? What are you doing here?" Ganondorf forced a shaky smile. This won't end well.