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Chap. 68: Purifier Pond

As the Princess of Hyrule and her warrior companion hiked up the ravine, Zelda glanced back several times to see Celessa watching not the road, but her. Each time, it seemed she was just a little more flushed. A little more heated.

It only made sense, the day had started crisp and cool, and both knew the harvest season was nearly upon Hateno and Kakariko villages, but the temperature had also climbed rapidly as the morning had progressed. The climb was more a hike, now, mostly taking high steps and using hands on knees to assist the women's ascent. Their abused fingertips and toes appreciated it, but the change in slope did little to mitigate the increasing stiffness or pain in their thighs or backs.

Progress was definitely faster, but the difficulty of the climb still minimized conversation, which was limited to simple questions about which direction they should move up the canyon for the easiest path, or similar practical matters. Which, in turn, meant that Zelda couldn't simply ask the other woman why she was staring at her.

Not without becoming out of breath, or possibly (she really hoped not) causing a shouting match high on a mountain ridge, where any fall or slip could potentially lead to their deaths.

Without an answer, though, Zelda's imagination was running wild. It filled the entire gamut from as innocent as Celessa simply keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn't slip, to watching for an opening to stab her in the back. Somewhere in the middle, though, was a wonder. A question, perhaps germinated from the seed of her own attraction.

Was Celessa watching Zelda because she enjoyed the sight?

What would she do about it if so?

Likely, knowing her, encourage the possibility that there might be something between them. She was, after all, quite attracted to Celessa herself. It was a terrible time to act on any sort of desire, though. They were too exposed, even if monsters or other servants of the Calamity seemed rare in the extreme in the high elevations they were traversing, the elements themselves could be dangerous.

Gravity, in particular.

Not to mention, would her relationship with Koyin be in danger if she started something with Celessa? And what about her feelings for Paya, too?

Prima and Sagessa, even Thalla, were people Zelda was attracted to and enjoyed the physical company of, but she felt little for them beyond friendship and that ever-present arousal.

Mina and Mils were people she was attracted to, and could potentially have feelings for but had no relationship with. That didn't mean Zelda would mind, of course, she liked both Mina's beauty and confidence, and Mils' shy diligence.

Of course, Koyin didn't have to know about Celessa, necessarily, but the thought of lying to her, of having a secret relationship from the relatively innocent girl left Zelda cold. Honesty, she was sure, would be better in the end. Even if it hurt Koyin, or hurt Celessa, or prevented them from being together… she could not lie to Koyin about it.

Oddly, Zelda didn't feel the same way about Sagessa, Thalla, and Prima. No doubt, Koyin knew full well about Purah and how many women of the village had satisfied Zelda's need for climax to help her recover from the assault by the army of Bokoblins. Did she know, had she heard or simply suspected, that Zelda had hired the pretty innkeeper's services for a few nights already?

Did she just… not care?

Zelda was sure, given Hateno's size, that gossips talked, and Zelda herself would be a hot topic. Could the Village stop itself, especially now that she was away, unlikely to catch wind of it? No… Koyin had to already know. The odds that she didn't were incredible, too much so to believe. Then again, while Koyin had expressed interest in 'becoming a woman' with one of the guards of the Village, had offered herself (presumably in an ongoing fashion) to them as reward for rescuing her sheep…

She had also been not just someone who accepted Zelda's request for the same, but been an eager participant. Nervous, young, inexperienced, but eager. Happy, even. Was she as attracted to women as Zelda herself, or simply open to experiment? She'd certainly orgasmed that night, and multiple times, so she'd definitely been into it. Into her.

Would she accept Celessa being part of Zelda's life, as she seemed to accept Prima? What about Sagessa, or any other person Zelda might meet in the future?

As they neared the top of the ravine, perhaps ten minutes from where it crested into open, bright blue sky with scudding white clouds to both the east and west, flowing in from the sea, Zelda shook her head. The entire argument was an endless series of questions, and entirely academic anyway. There was every possibility that Celessa's attention was simply watching out for her. Even just watching Zelda's foot placement, to know where to walk herself!

You're being ridiculous, Zelda told herself.

It didn't help. Her mind continued to race with what-ifs and what-thens, both ill and incredible, while they stopped on the narrow ridge-line itself to have an early lunch.

While they ate cheese and bread, washed down with the rest of their canteens and a few sips of rather bitter ale Celessa had squirreled away and a fresh apple to wash that down in turn, the wind moaned balefully through the rocks and whipped at their hair. There was nothing between them and the coast except another high ridge sixty or more miles off, covered in snow.

Every few moments, Zelda felt a tiny, nearly-invisible drop of ice on her skin. Thankfully it melted quickly, and while the wind off the glacier-covered mountains to the east was freezing, the sun was still just warm enough to keep them from needing extra protection. It wouldn't be long, though, and both of them knew it.

After their cold lunch had been consumed, the women wasted no time in walking across the two hundred feet of broken, uneven, but mostly level ground toward the descent north of them. With every step, Zelda could see more of the small valley below. Mixed trees in a dense, but small wood covered its northern edge, and a few copses and groves littered the southern side, the two divided by a paving-stone road that must be centuries old given its state of disrepair, visible even from a half-mile or more away. The northern edge of the valley was ringed in steep bluffs that verged on unclimbable, but were probably safe enough if one was careful. On the east, the nearer side to them as well, the road ended at a landslide that must have occurred in the last century, for it wasn't yet overgrown or even covered in snow, though the white powder had drifted onto some of it as the slide climbed.

And on the west, a quarter of a mile beyond them in distance as well from the rock slide, a gate. A massive gate, similar in many ways to the ones that used runes to protect against cold drifting off of Mount Hylia on the Great Plateau, but many times larger.

As she stared in wonder at the vista spreading out before her, they kept walking… until a roar that shook every tree in the valley and launched a thousand or more birds into the air shattered the relative stillness of the moaning wind.

Celessa and Zelda dropped at once, the princess moving before the other woman's hand was raised to gesture her to do so.

Celessa herself went to her stomach, made herself as flat as possible despite the discomfort of it, while Zelda, nearer a rock, threw herself to a crouch behind it. "What in the hells was that?" Zelda hissed.

The expression on Celessa's face told her plenty before her mouth opened to reply even quieter, "The Lynel. No doubt about it. Fuck, I hope it didn't see us…"

Zelda nodded. "Wind's blowing in the wrong direction for our scent. That came from in the woods."

The other woman nodded, and slowly, her head raised a bit. "It spotted something… but no, I don't think it was us. It'd have to be on the edge of the forest, near the road. They can't see through trees, so far as I know."

"If they do, we should skip the lake and go east along the ridge," Zelda muttered.

"Pretty sure they can't," Celessa exhaled, then raised herself into a half-kneeling position, ready to bolt or drop again at a moment's notice. "No… it's further off, near the center-left. Must've found a boar or deer to eat. Small game- well, small to them- probably just freeze stiff at the sound of that roar."

Zelda nodded quietly. She could imagine a sound-wave like that actually killing nearby birds or even fish, similar to how the shock-wave of her Remote Bombs stunned fish much further out than the blast itself reached. "Should we… move in?"

"I think so," Celessa murmured after several seconds, both women's eyes scanning the trees relentlessly. "It'd have already shot at us, if it saw us. And with their command of magic, they can make their arrows fall down like lightning from very far away."

Zelda shuddered. "Alright, but let's be careful. No need to die just because we made noise."

"Right. That lake should be a little further west of us and down… so we should be alright if we just stick by the waterfall that feeds it, and then the cliffs. Our goal is the rock-slide. Once we reach that, if it sees us we can probably just sprint for the heights and it will ignore us, too lazy to chase us."

"Sounds good. I'll follow your lead."

Celessa snorted, "Of course. Thanks, Princess… I'm kidding. I'd rather I died than you did. Stay close."

She did, and with every step taken in a half-crouch, it took a bit longer for the rest of the valley to come into her field of vision. At the center of the southern side, which seemed a bit smaller because of the less-steep slope downward, a single rocky outcropping jutted upward with a hill of grass surrounding it, and the first beginnings of Purifier Lake came into view, half of them hidden by a butte that pushed east from the foothills of the Peak of Awakening.

The water looked clear, and even from forty or so feet above it, Zelda could see fish and frogs alike swimming or hopping among the reeds at the edge, while the wind's low sound was replaced by the thrum of a small waterfall in her ears.

Celessa said quietly, "Wish me luck," before she turned and started climbing downward, searching carefully for every foot-hold.

Zelda grinned, and waited a minute past the girl's disappearance, before unfolding her para-glider. Once she was ready, she tightened her gloves and boots, then walked up to the edge boldly, keeping the glider behind her in one hand, and hoping its surface didn't whip too loudly in the wind.

She smiled down at Celessa briefly, letting her know she was there. The other woman called back quietly, just audibly, "Seems safe enough, come on down."

"One second," Zelda replied, then stepped back, and took ten more. Then she ran, and hurled herself out into the sky, fighting the urge to whoop in celebration as she had the chance to soar once more.

For a woman with a mild aversion to heights, she sure did enjoy the feeling of pseudo-flight.

Celessa passed by her in moments, and the adventurer was looking down for another foothold, so she didn't see Zelda pass her by at all. She circled twice as she descended, perhaps a little faster than was necessary but in a way that made her grin fiercely. On her way, she spotted no fewer than four veins of ore, mostly on the further side of the waterfall from where Celessa was climbing, and one nearer her.

And one other thing.

A small altar of some sort, covered in lichen and algae both, half in and half out of the clear water of the lake, surrounded by reeds and lichen on land and pool… but entirely leaf-free. It called to her, spoke directly to Zelda's soul, and she knew.

She had to go there, to the small bit of land south of the lake.

Zelda's glider turned without question, and she turned with it. Her feet touched down just as she heard Celessa's call from the other side of the fall-fed stream, "Hey, how did you- Princess, look out!"

Shouting was probably the wrong decision, because in hindsight, Zelda felt that she wouldn't have disturbed the monstrosity that rested behind a curve in the cliffs that created a bit of shade and shelter for it. She was quieter, at least, than the yell.

But it definitely stirred after Celessa's shout, and a meaty, humongous two-toed foot shifted into her field of vision a moment later, before its horned, dry heel scratched a furrow in the ground as it withdrew. So large was the foot that it rose to the height of Zelda's shoulder before the nasty, yellow, cracked and fungus-laden nails curled another three or four inches.

The sound of the waterfall might have muffled snoring or breathing, but it didn't hide the deep, thrumming snortle. "Glorb smell food," it grunted a moment later, and the ground trembled.

Or maybe that was just her.

No… Zelda was certainly shaking in sudden fright, but it was definitely the ground shaking! Rocks fell from the cliff to her right, and she heard splashing as her companion dashed into the frigid, ice-cold stream to reach her as soon as possible.

She stayed still, hoping it wouldn't see her, would go back to sleep. A sinking feeling hit her gut, though, as a two-fingered, one-thumbed hand as large as the foot slammed into the curve of the cliff, four feet above her head.

The creature that stepped out was one she'd seen before, though only at a great distance. Or at least, of the same type. Skin a little deeper crimson than any Bokoblin's, but sharing many similarities of shape, from the pig-like snout to a single large horn and fewer digits than any human, and an overall brutish, thuggish appearance. But there, the similarities ended.

It was hulking, massive, three or more times taller than Zelda, and at least ten times wider, side to side and front-to-back, if one measured its rotund belly. It seemed the size of an entire carriage to her, and even in her panic Zelda was sure that wasn't far off. Its maw could hold all of her if she was stuffed in, and eight teeth widely separated each looked the size of a dinner plate, or her whole head. It was covered in warts, smelled of rancid, fetid meat and offal, and was uniformly disgusting, covered only by the smallest of loincloths that did nothing to hide the leg-sized dick that swung between its larger limbs, which were still too squat for proper proportion, but somehow moved its bulk relatively adequately.

The worst, though, was the eye. A single voluminous orb, vertically slitted with a double-ringed iris of blue inside violet, while the rest of the thing was jaundiced and yellow, filled the entire upper half of its face between the Bokoblin-like ears.

She didn't know her weapons were in her hands until it reached for her, and she heard Celessa's shout. "Princess!"

She ducked under the first too-slow grasp, and ran forward. Her Yiga-made sickle was held in the left hand, and the glowing, magical Flameblade in her right. She ran not away, but toward the beast, as memory took hold.


When faced with overwhelming opposition, her lover, her companion, said, his body a warm, welcoming comfort as he stood behind her in the snow-covered trees, his arms following and guiding hers, you have two choices. Run- which is almost always the safest- and pray. My method of praying is usually forgoing all means of defense, and hoping- this is the pray part- I can take my enemy off-guard enough that I can stop them from hitting me back. It's risky… but sometimes, just sometimes, it works.


Tears ran from her eyes. She knew that voice, knew him… they were already lovers at that point. After he had slain a horde for her, to keep her safe, even… those fragments of striped, silver hides must be Lynels, several of them. She had felt so safe there in his arms, even though he was trying to teach her how to fight against an immortal, unfathomable threat.

Always, he protected her.

Even when he was hundreds of leagues away, locked in eternal combat, and she was here, helpless against the literally giant, cyclopean monster.

She was no great warrior. Zelda knew it. By any Knight's standards she was mediocre at best.

But she was not alone.

She ran in, her flaming sword slashed against the inside of the beast's right calf, and the Yiga's sickle, underhanded, against the left.

Twin lines of blood sprayed out as she ran straight beneath it, another ten paces, then turned and snarled, hissing like a cat, upward at the flatulent, warty, diseased posterior.

The vomiting, she was sure, would happen later. But it definitely would, that thing was abhorrently disgusting! Shite ran down from its crack past the bare, worn loincloth in dried, caked-on rivers down both legs, and the scent that assaulted her nostrils was as powerful as any beast's blow.

"Come on, then," she shouted, "If you want to catch me, you'll have to be faster than that!"

She watched it lean down comically and peer between its squat legs. Its eye blinked, sideways, eerily, and it roared. Much quieter than the Lynel's, though Zelda still felt its fetid, hot breath blast past her and worried it would call the other, stronger monster's attention down on them, too.

It stood, started to turn- Zelda could see one foot lift and come down facing more toward her- then Celessa came around the stones, and hurled her knife upward, directly at the Hinox's face. "Here, you bastard! Fight me, not her!"

It roared again, one hand came up too late to protect itself, and then rocked back as the knife sunk home.

Her eyes widened in shock, as its bulk shifted precariously, then began to fall directly toward her. Zelda jumped back and sideways, her booted feet slipping sideways for a moment on the slop the giant had been sleeping in, and she twisted to hide her face on instinct from the shite that splattered upward as it landed. Thankfully it only peppered her legs, which meant Zelda had ample time to lunge forward again.

This time both of her weapons were brought down from on high, using her weight and momentum to slash downward. Both scored deeply into the monster's muscled shoulder, the sickle dragged down for a few inches deeply, while the Flameblade scorched and burned a shallower, wide line for more than two feet before it came free, spitting and hissing as the beast's blood evaporated. "Take that!" she yelled, "There's plenty more, too!"

Zelda couldn't see Celessa's blade, but she heard the woman's grunts as she took two, four swings at the thick but unprotected skin of the giant's feet. Then it lurched, rolled back and front, and then kipped with surprising agility to its feet. A moment later, its right hand rocketed out and forward, skimming along the ground to catch Celessa dead-on.

Her shield came up just in time to take some of the blow, but Zelda still felt it crack as it hit her body, sending her careening back into the stream. Then it started to turn, taking far too many lumbering steps to turn, though it was faster than she hoped.

Zelda swung again, again, and left the blade of the sickle embedded in its calf on the third, while the flames on the magical sword began to gutter and die. She hurled the handle upward uselessly, and her empty hand came back splattered with steaming crimson.

Its eye still had a red line from where Celessa's knife, now dislodged, had struck it.

Zelda swallowed as it faced her, and reached for one of her soldiers' blades. So far, the all-attack offense strategy had been playing out okay, at least for her. There was no way even her best shields could stand up to one or two of those mighty punches, and if it grabbed for her like the first attempt, it would be useless. Even the punches, if they threw her like Celessa…

No, better to just not get hit.

For that, she, they, would have to drop it as fast as possible.

But even the several deep wounds were barely slowing it down.

Behind the monster, Zelda saw Celessa's head break the surface, gasping and coughing, and she came up with half a shield and her sword in her grip. She started running, and Zelda leaped right, narrowly avoiding another grasping paw that slammed, empty-handed, into the muck where she had just stood. "You are so slow," she taunted, "it's like fighting a Chu!"

"Glorb like eat Chu! Give Chu!"

Ew. It suddenly became even more gross, somehow.

Zelda hurled herself forward and right again, took a second jump with knees tucked high over its outer toe, then used both swords once more against its ankle. The giant hissed, but even simply turning toward her made the foot send the princess sprawling sideways against the cliff bottom, the rough stones scraping painfully against her side and bum.

Then Celessa was there, using the sharp edges of her broken shield in one hand and her own trusty blade in the other to score five quick wounds. The monster turned toward her again, and kicked out deliberately, but Zelda's companion spun and whirled away out of the line of attack, then jumped back in as the slower, huge monster recovered.

It bought the princess just enough time to stand up and change out her weapons, sheathing both of the single-bladed swords. The creature was slow enough, she hoped, that hitting harder and slower herself wouldn't be a mistake.

At the very least, the soldier's claymore would bite deeper… if she could score.

The first swing was easy, a high arc downward from the left that made her grunt, but she knew enough to not bother pulling the swing. The resistance of the giant's tough sinew would slow it down plenty. Instead, Zelda struck as hard as she could, the blade digging deep into the flesh, nine inches or more. In its wake, a bloody line gushed outward some three feet long.

The monster howled, and Celessa used the chance to run between it, jumping and stabbing straight up between its legs.

Somehow, she sliced through the tip of its massive cock, and its howl increased in volume as it staggered.

Her companion kept running, clearing thirty feet before she turned near the edge of the flat space, beyond even the altar.

It was far enough, but not by much, as the giant took nine rumbling, tumbling steps backward, then fell onto its back again.

"The eye!" Celessa cried over the rumbling echo of its landing crash, "Go for the eye and the groin! They're the softest and most vulnerable- use those spears and bow! I haven't got more than a few knives left!"

"On it," Zelda shouted, "Need a shield?"

"Please, yes, right the fuck now! It's getting back up!"

Zelda ran, abandoning offense, and even replacing her just-drawn sword for a spear, to reach Celessa. She had to run almost entirely around the creature, but handed off her Shield of the Mind's Eye mere moments before the women had to separate again, another meaty hand slapping the ground between them.

"Glorb no like! Hungry!"

She kept going left, fighting to tie her claymore back onto the weapon strap as she ducked and weaved. Zelda came back with her serpentine spear as she reached the cliffs by the waterfall again. She had to jump back yet again as it kicked out, then grabbed, and this time unfortunately yanked the spear from her hands.

It tossed it to the ground and stepped forward, but Zelda was still not alone. Once again its attention was drawn to the side as Celessa shouted for it, and slashed, stabbed, and cut again.

Zelda swallowed, knelt down on one knee, and drew one of her knight's bows.

They were precious, powerful, and sturdy, but she did not want to waste them. Fighting this foe, however, was not a waste.

She knocked it quickly, in under ten seconds, and had an arrow drawn when the cyclops turned toward her again.

The arrow sank into a red circle that had magically appeared just inside the outer ring of its iris, and a spurt of blood followed. Again, it staggered and fell, and Celessa was there. She hurled herself up and around, over the right shin, and down between its legs. Zelda ran for her spear as Celessa, shield now on properly again, struck again and again. Blood flew, the giant continued to roar.

Zelda stood up, spear in hand, and ran in. Not toward its unprotected flank, but up the beasts' own flapping, flopping arm.

Perched on its flabby chest, she jumped, landed on a knee on its jaw, and hurled herself forward again, over the gaping maw. From atop its piggy snout, she saw the bloody eye focus, or try to at least, upon her. "Fuck you," she snarled, and in an underhanded grip, brought the spear down in a jumping, downward stab.

As her booted feet hit the eye, she was nearly thrown from them as the lid slammed closed around her, throwing the princess off-balance. But the support of the spear as it sank into viscous fluid and deeper still held her upright. Deeper, and she fell to a knee, pushing with all her might, straining, her muscles, aided by magical strength, pulsing…

A hand on the end-cap of the spear, then, and further still…

Crunch.

The giant spasmed twice, and went still as the spear vanished inside the things' humongous eye, and took the princess' hand with it.

She yanked it back, disgusted at the smell and feel of the goo inside the orb, and promptly vomited.

A few seconds later, Zelda realized they were clear.

It was dead, and while she was covered in filth, offal, blood, and… whatever that slimy, clear substance was, it at least wasn't burning her.

Then she fell with a yelp as the monster disappeared beneath her.