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Guest - He's definitely not going to be happy once he sees what they did to Zelda. I actually came up w/ the plot after seeing a lack of Zelda oriented angst fanfics! Gotta love that hurt/comfort stuff. Thank you for the feedback!
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before sunrise, they tied her once more to the back of their steed before making their way to the yiga hideout— the final destination.
as they moved, zelda could feel the thin layer of scab begin to ebb due to the friction on her stomach. it didn't take long until the cuts reopened and she was bleeding once more. her blood continued to stain her nightgown and the poor horse's fur. at least the pain distracted her from her empty stomach and dry throat.
it didn't take long for them to reach their hideout, despite the steep pathway. there were countless other yiga footsoldiers, all buzzing around eagerly; anticipating a guest of sorts. the majority of them crowded around the entrance of a cave-like area, filled with torches and flammable banners. she was dragged into the dim cave before being lifted and placed onto an elevated platform. they seated her delicately; her bruised and dusty legs tucked underneath her.
they snatched the hylian cloak soon after— she let them. without a fight. she had already learned her lesson. they left her with nothing but the torn remains of her nightgown— her body was nearly entirely visible, save for the meager pieces of undergarment she had worn beneath her gown. the oozing scar seemed to be the focal point of her bareness, the bloody mark of the yiga for all eyes to see.
she wasn't restrained any further. they had already tied her up, and the majority of the yiga clan were only a few yards away from her. if she tried worming her way off the platform, they were bound to notice. she was mildly surprised by the fact they seemed distracted; their eyes were on the horizon, not on her— much to her relief. however, as she sat there, it soon dawned on her why she was there. why they hadn't killed her yet. why they were so distracted. they were waiting for the hero to fetch her, she was nothing more than bait.
cursing, she darted her head around wildly, counting the visible yiga members. there were so many. too many. would link be able to defeat them all? their plan was to outnumber him. oh goddesses.
she wanted to have faith in him— after all, he had saved all of hyrule. but despite his prowess,, he wasn't invincible. what if something went wrong? he had been able to prepare and train himself before he fought ganon. now, he didn't have the slightest idea of what the yiga were going to unleash upon him. what if he lost?
she blinked the quickly-forming tears away, trying to calculate his odds despite her aching head, body, and stomach. the possibility of link being injured, or killed, weighed more on her than anything she had experienced as of yet with the yiga. he had already died once for her. he couldn't again— there would be no second chances this time.
lost in the panic of her realization and concern, she hadn't noticed the surrounding yiga's restless state. zelda was snapped out of her thoughts as a signal suddenly split the air.
"he's arrived!"
link. he was here.
dependable,, courageous,, and so, so stupid.