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A S T O R Y B O O K L O V E
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...Come my love, I'll tell you a tale,
of a boy and girl and, their love story.
And how he loved her, oh so much,
and all the charm she did possess...
-- Willy Deville, A Storybook Love
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"Link...We're friends forever right?...Then help
me...Please help me..."
He opened his eyes into the darkness. He sat up covered in
sweat. It was her again. Never had he dreamt so -- so
intensely.
"Link?" a soft voice murmured beside him.
The young man felt soft hands reach out and tenderly tug
at him.
"Malon?"
"Go back to sleep."
Yes, sleep. That's probably the last thing I need, he
thought as he lay down with her warmth pressed against him.
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"Link!"
The young man looked up.
"Don't forget this," Malon handed him a thick coat, "It'll
keep you warm until you get back."
She winked as he grabbed the garment.
"Don't worry about it," Link pecked her on the cheek, "I'm
always up for *that*."
"You troll!" she giggled and kissed him.
"Hey you two!"
The couple looked up to see her father shaking his fist
furiously at them.
"There's time for that later!!"
Malon blushed and kissed Link once more before she headed
off to the stables. He watched her run off as he mounted his
horse.
"H'cha!" his boots dug into the mare's sides and she
whinnied before galloping off to the ranch's gates.
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"This goes to the castle," Talon grunted and hefted a jug.
"And that one?" Link jerked his thumb.
"The temple."
"What temple?"
"The one just beyond the market," the older man pointed to
a building in the distance.
"I thought no one lived there," Link scratched his head
confused.
Talon shrugged, "Must be now. The order came through
fairly late though. If it wasn't for Malon's sharp eye, I'd
a missed it."
"Yeah," Link struggled under the weight, "Lucky me."
"HAW!" Talon pounded his son in law on the back, "Lucky
you is right."
Link stumbled and almost spilled the jug's contents. He
breathed a sigh of relief as the other man tottered away
with his batch.
I am lucky, he told himself. He had met Malon quite by
accident at market years ago. Starving and penniless, she
took pity on him and offered what was his first meal in
days. After which he had followed her as a dog would ape its
master. A few weeks later, he had acquired a job as a
stable-hand on the ranch. As the years flew by, he grew
closer and closer to her until the day he found the courage
to ask her to marry him.
Her father was at first, not overly glad that she had
taken a liking to such a character. The only thing Link had
on him were his clothes, which were rotting off his back and
a small clay ocarina. But as time wore on, Talon treated the
him like the son he never had.
Link drifted back to the ocarina. He didn't remember where
it came from, or even how he came across it. But he did
remember how he serenaded Malon on those moonlit nights out
on the field. And how they first revealed their love for
each other in that storage shed far from prying eyes.
Link remembered it as if it was yesterday.
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...Now this did happen, once upon a time,
when things were not so complex.
And how he worshipped the ground she walked,
and when he looked her eyes, he became obsessed...
-- Willy Deville, Princess Bride Theme - Storybook Love
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"Psst!"
Link looked up and saw Malon busy grooming the new foal.
No one else was with them, but what would she want with him?
He looked back down and focused on finishing doling out the
hay.
"Hey! Link!!"
He looked up and saw her standing their arms akimbo.
"What do you want done now?"
Malon blinked.
"Are you going anywhere tonight?"
Link did a double take, "Why?"
She bit her lip and looked down, "Tonight's the harvest
festival, remember?"
"Huh?" he scratched his ear uncomprehending.
"Well?" Malon waited for an answer.
"Well what?"
"Are you coming with me?"
"Sure, I guess."
"Really?" she looked up and smiled, "Okay, I'll see you at
the storage shed after supper."
"What? Which one?"
"The one at the far end of the ranch," she waved and left
the stable.
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Link couldn't wait as he stamped his feet and tried to
ignore the cold. After dinner, he snuck out of the stable
where he slept and brought his ocarina along. He didn't know
why, but he had some strange feeling he wanted to bring it
along.
The shed loomed like a tower in the pitch darkness. What
am I doing out here, he wondered as he rubbed and tried to
warm himself.
The door creaked open slowly and he saw her head poke out.
"Hey!" she beckoned him.
Link followed her inside. His eyes adjusted to the
dimness. Malon was wearing a lacy white dress. He gulped as
he saw her blazing red hair draped seductively over her bare
shoulders.
"Wow. Look who's the romantic," she giggled.
"Huh?" he blinked, "Oh, I just thought I'd bring it
along."
"That's sweet," she smiled.
Link felt his ears, and other parts burn.
"So what do I do now?"
"Please," Malon knelt down on the spread, "Sit."
Link sat down beside her. There were a bunch of cups and
plates neatly arranged on the tablecloth. Small, dainty
pastries were on each plate and the cups had some dark fluid
in them.
"Here," she handed him a dish. He looked at her
cautiously, unsure what to do.
"Eat it silly."
He bit into it gingerly while she looked on.
"How is it?"
He blinked, "It's -- great."
Malon smiled, "Here try this," she handed him another one.
"Um, I just ate y'know?"
Her eyes fell to the floor, "Oh."
"Er, Malon?" Link chewed the pastry slowly, "What -- what
am I supposed to do?"
"What do you mean?" she fluttered her eyes.
"This harvest festival, I never heard of it."
"Oh I wager you're still new to all the stuff that's
happening around here, hmm?" Malon swayed in the lamplight,
"It's best to just think of it as a night when two people
get together and --" she blushed.
"-- and what?" he asked.
Malon's face burned even redder.
"Seriously," he pressed, "I -- I don't know."
"Really?" she laughed, "Come one Link. Are you kidding
me?"
"No," he smiled like an idiot, "Come on Malon, don't leave
me out in the dark!"
Her eyes searched his before she emitted a gasp.
"What's wrong?" he asked startled.
"You really don't know do you?" she hid her smile.
"That's what I've been telling you all along!"
They sat in embarrassed silence for a while.
"So, tell me Link, was -- who was your mother?"
"Huh?" he looked up.
"Who were your parents?"
"I -- I don't know," he stammered, "I uh, never knew who
they were."
Malon looked down, "Mama died when I was young."
Link sat silent, unsure of what to say.
"I was so small she could take me everywhere with her,"
she sighed, "One day I was walking along the river bank when
I heard some horses nearby. I went over to see them when
they bolted towards me. Mama, she heard me. Heard my cry and
came over to see what was going on. There were so many,
Link. I couldn't count them."
He sat enraptured by her tale.
"When I came to, father said mama had gone to market,"
Malon wiped the tears from her eyes, "I waited three days
for her to come back."
Link held her hands as she shook off her tears.
"I'm sorry," she began.
"Don't be."
Malon shook her head, "It's supposed to be a happy
occasion tonight."
He felt her hands slide away, "I know something to cheer
us up."
"What?"
"Where's that ocarina of yours?"
"Right here," he held it up.
"I'll teach you a song," she clasped his hands, "It's a
song mama sung to me when I went to bed."
"Sure," he felt her fingers guide him along the
instrument.
A soft flow of notes followed as he played her song.
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"That's lovely," he said as she finished.
They sat in silence, unsure of what else to say.
Malon was shivering.
"Are you cold?"
"Not really."
But he heard her teeth chattering.
"What are you doing?" she watched him set aside the plates
and cups and gather up the tablecloth.
"Here," he draped it over her.
"My hero," she gazed at him with shining eyes, "Come on.
We'll share it."
"It hardly enough for you," he said hoarsely.
"It's all right," she smiled and held one end open for
him.
Link heard her sigh as he snuggled up close. Her scent
wafted through his nostrils.
"I feel like I can share everything with you."
"Me -- me too."
She kicked off her shoes, "Okay. In that case, I -- I have
a confession to make."
"What is it?" Link knelt and faced her.
"There isn't anything called a harvest festival."
He felt his throat tighten, "What do you mean?"
"I mean I made it up," her eyes shimmered in the soft glow
of the lantern.
Link gulped, "So what are we doing out here? Why are you
out here?"
"Don't you remember?" she whispered.
"Remember what?"
She swayed a bit before answering, "Today is seven years
to the day we first met."
"You mean at market?"
Malon nodded, "Are you mad?"
"Not really. I just wondered why you couldn't just tell
me."
"Well I figured tonight deserved something more than just
words," she brushed her hair aside, "And there was something
else too."
"Sure," he grinned, "I'm listening."
"Not now," she shied away, "I -- I guess I can't. Not
right now."
"Not now?" he wondered aloud, "Then that'll have to wait
until the next harvest festival, eh?"
"Stop that!" she threw some loose straw at him, "This is
serious!"
"Okay, okay," Link stopped laughing and took up her hands,
"I promise I won't laugh."
"All right," she blushed, "What's the silliest dream you
ever had?"
"Huh?" Link looked at her confused.
"You know," she looked up at him, "Ever dream about being
someone in a fairy tale? Like a prince or a king?"
He shook his head, "Not really. You?"
"I always wanted to be a princess."
"Princess?"
"Yeah," she swayed under his gaze, "And I always wanted a
knight on a horse to come riding through and carry me far
away."
"Where?"
"I dunno," she said softly, "Just anywhere I guess. I
never really travel much with the work here."
Link chuckled and stood.
"Where are you going?" she looked at him confused.
He strode over to where a saddle rested on a wooden post
and sat up on it.
Malon laughed, "Who are you? Sir Link now?"
He gave her a silly grin, "Come on. It's not a real horse,
but we can always pretend."
She gleefully hopped into his arms, "Oh, take me away! Far
away! Take me to your enchanted castle!"
"Sure enough milady," he clucked his tongue and mimicked a
gallop.
Malon closed her eyes and hugged him, "Oh hurry Link! The
evil wizard has sent his minions! Hurry or we'll be caught!"
"Look, the enchanted castle," Link set her down easily,
"Run off there," he pointed to the loft.
"How to I get up there my hero?"
"Here," Link pushed her up so she could grab the side and
hoist her up.
He pushed her feet up as far as he could. Malon grunted as
she climbed up. The young man was so preoccupied with what
he was doing, that he wasn't aware that he was staring
straight up her dress. He snapped to his senses though, when
he realized that she was wearing absolutely nothing
underneath.
Nothing.
No wonder she was cold.
Something between his legs stiffened. Link swallowed hard
and hopped about in a vain attempt to jounce it back into
position. His hands reached down to hide it when Malon poked
her head down.
"How are you going to get up here?"
"Uh, just a moment," his hands drew away as he saw a cart
tilted against the wall. He launched off its back and
clambered up the loft.
"Now that we're up here, we're safe aren't we?" she looked
over the edge, "Oh I forgot about the lantern."
"I'll get it," he got back down and blew out the flame.
Malon was barely visible in the moonlight which sifted
through the window next to them.
"Aren't you going to come back up?"
"In a moment," Link felt around for his ocarina.
"What are you doing?" she called out.
A soft flow of notes flowed from below.
Malon closed her eyes and hummed to the music.
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The last notes died away and Link took a deep bow.
"Milady."
"A hero and a gentleman," she giggled, "Oh Sir Link come
hither!"
He clambered up to the loft once more and was greeted by
an angel wrapped in a tablecloth.
"Oh Link," she squeezed him, "I've had more fun tonight
than I can remember in a long time!"
"Hey Malon?"
"What?"
"Why," he cleared his throat, "Why are you wearing a
dress?"
He heard her breath pause before answering, "Girls always
wear dresses silly."
"Even when you ride?" he chided her.
Malon chuckled, "Well, tonight's special."
Link felt his pulse rise as he said the next few words,
"But you'd wouldn't be so cold if you put on something more
than that."
She stood back and narrowed her eyes, "What are you
saying?"
"I um -- I uh -- I -- I uh, saw underneath y'know?" his
hand gestured.
"What did you see?" her eyes widened.
"Ev--everything," he gulped.
She gasped and drew the tablecloth around herself tightly.
"It was an accident," he squeaked lamely, "I'm sorry. I
promise I won't say anything."
Link began to move away when he felt her hand on his.
"It's -- it's okay," her eyes were downcast, "I just
thought -- I'm sorry."
He tried to leave but she held on.
"Uh Malon?" he tried to shake off her hand, "I'd better
go."
"Link," she drew closer, "Remember when I said I had
something to say earlier?"
"About being a princess? Yeah I remember."
"No!" her cry had a sense of urgency, "It's, it's not
that."
"What is it then?"
"I -- I --- I --- still --- can't," she released her grip
and sat down, "Maybe you should go to bed."
"What about you?"
"I'll stay here for a while."
"It's dangerous out here," Link said with worry in his
voice, "You'll be better off at the house."
"I'll be fine," she drew the cloth closer around herself.
"I've heard stories of monsters wandering into campsites
before."
She hugged her knees tightly and didn't answer.
"I'm serious," he pleaded, "I can't go to sleep knowing
something bad might happen to you!"
"I know," she gazed at him longingly, "So won't my knight
protect me?"
"Malon. I --"
He saw her eyes shining in the darkness.
"We're going to be in big trouble if -- if someone finds
us here tomorrow."
"Maybe," she whispered and pulled him down, "But as my
knight you have to do what I say right?"
"I -- I guess."
"Then kiss me."
Link sucked in his breath, "What did you just say?"
"Kiss me," she shut her eyes and puckered up.
"I never -- um, did this before," he shifted nervously.
"How hard can it be?"
"Malon," he tried to shove her off, "I want to, but --"
"But what?" she said softly, "As your lady I command you.
Kiss me."
Link sighed and relented, "Okay. Just once."
"Just once," she closed her eyes.
He bent close and hovered briefly before her face,
savoring the moment before he pressed his face onto hers.
This wasn't so bad, he thought, but Malon soon pulled
away.
"What's wrong?"
"Wait," her voice rasped, "I -- just wait."
He watched her stand up and shrug off her dress. His jaw
dropped as he feasted his eyes on her naked, supple body.
"What -- are -- you -- doing?" he began to pant. He felt
his dick harden.
"What I wanted to do when I asked you out here," she knelt
down and kissed him again.
Link groaned as she began tugging off his shirt. A shock
of pleasure ran through his body as Malon nuzzled his neck
and began helping him take off his clothes. She took his
semi erect dick between her hands and examined it with
wonder and curiosity.
"So that's what it looks like up close," she was bent low
enough for him to feel her breath.
"Malon," Link panted and tried not to stare, "This - I've
- this is - I've never done this before."
"Me neither," she bit her lip, "Don't laugh if -- if I do
something moronic okay?"
He gave her a weak smile, "D-do you know what to do?"
"I've watched the horses," she looked up with yearning in
her eyes.
"Yeah, me too."
She smiled, "Did you ever think about -- about me when you
watched them?"
He felt his ears burn as he replied, "I always wondered
what -- what you'd -- what you'd look like doing that."
"Link," Malon giggled and blushed, "You're terrible."
"What about you?" his throat was dry, "Did you--?"
"Everytime I --," she blushed again, "I always thought
about -- about what yours looked like."
"You're worse than me," he touched her face hesitantly,
"Do you want to? You might have a child."
She looked at him with shining eyes, "There's no other man
I want for -- for this."
"And there's no other woman I want to do this with," he
drew her near and kissed her deeply.
Malon's hands ran down and fondled his dick while his ran
through her red haired bush. He bent low and nuzzled her
breasts. She emitted a playful squeal as he gently nibbled
her nipples. She gently pushed him off and got on all fours.
"So, I s'pose this is it hmm?" she craned her head around.
"Yeah," Link placed a kiss on her butt.
He stooped until her ass was at eye level.
"Where now?"
"You don't know?" Malon looked back with worried eyes.
"I didn't watch the horses that much," he chuckled.
She sighed and brushed her hair aside, "Well try one. I'll
tell you if it's the right one."
"How would you know?"
"I'll know silly," she grinned at him, "A woman knows
these things."
Link gently smacked her butt, "Okay. I'll trust you."
"Just --!"
"What?"
"Just go slow and easy okay?" her voice held a trace of
fear, "Try something small first."
"Like what?" he looked around.
"Maybe just a finger okay?"
"All right," Link kissed her shoulder, "You just tell me
if it hurts then."
Malon eased back and braced herself. He looked at the two
likely spots for him to go.
Hmm, one of them I know is for er -- I wonder which one?
Maybe this one? He pressed his index finger against her
asshole. She let out a sigh and wiggled her butt to
encourage him further. He slowly pressed further when she
cried out.
"Malon?"
"I -- I don't think that's it," she was shaking her head,
"Try -- try the other one."
"Okay," his throat was dry. He moved his digit to the
other place near her small patch of red hair.
"It's so small ---"
"Just push in," her breaths were coming out heavier.
Link slowly shoved his finger in, half expecting her to
cry out again.
"Malon?"
She was quiet, but her hips began a swaying back and forth
motion. Link felt her warmth around his finger as she began
to moan.
"I think I found it," he smiled as he watched her move her
body.
"P-put in an-another one."
"Sure," Link inserted another digit into her cunt and
heard her release a satisfied sigh.
He watched fascinated now as Malon kept moving her herself
on his fingers. Her hole became more and more relaxed and
his fingers began to feel wet and slippery.
"Oh," she struggled for breath, "Hmm."
Malon began to slam herself furiously against him and a
sweet, nutty musk came forth. Its aroma drove Link wild as
he began rubbing his dick with his other free hand.
Suddenly, she cried out.
"Malon!?" he froze in fear, "Did I--?"
She flipped over and savagely kissed him.
"Link," she panted, "Mmmmmnnngggnhn!" she licked the
pungent glop that covered his fingers.
"You okay?" he was a little scared by her sudden cry.
"Yes," her eyes oozed lust as she licked her lips and bent
down before him.
"What are you --- oooohh --- aaahhh," Link felt her lips
on the tip of his dick. Malon's tongue flicked out and
lapped up the sparkling pre-cum.
"Yummmmnnggh," her words were muffled as she swallowed his
dick inch by inch.
Link leaned back and tried to remember anything that felt
like this; nothing even came close. He simply never done
that felt this good before. He watched as her head began to
bob up and down, her spit dribbling down his shaft.
"Uh. Faster," he begged her with ragged breaths, "Faster.
Ungh."
She tightened her lips around his shaft and moved her head
more and more. He felt her tongue run itself all around him;
Link couldn't stand it anymore. The feeling of Malon's
vibrant mouth and the smell of her sex drove him over the
edge. A weird feeling surfaced in his crotch, one he had
never felt before.
Was it an urge to piss? It almost felt like it. He tried
desperately to hold it back. He didn't want to do that while
she was sucking down there, but he couldn't hold it forever.
"Uh Malon," he tried to form words, "I -- uh. I'm -- uh.
Ungh, uh, uh, ungh!!"
Her eyes grew wide as he shot into her waiting mouth.
Malon gagged as she drew her head up and coughed violently.
Spurts of white stuff started coming out of his pee hole.
"Aaaaahhh," Link sat breathless as he gazed at her. She
was trying hard to catch her breath.
"I - I'm sorry! You all right?" he began to sound worried.
She held up a hand and gagged slightly, "I'm okay."
"Did I - do something --?"
"No," she smiled weakly, "I just didn't expect -- I didn't
expect it."
"Sorry."
"It's okay," Malon came up and hugged him. The corner of
her mouth dripped some of the white glop. He looked at her
with curiosity.
"You know it tastes a bit like," she smacked her lips,
"Like milk cream."
"Really?" he pulled her close and kissed her.
"Yummy?" she smiled as he drew away.
Link nodded and nuzzled her neck.
"What about yours?" he whispered in her ear.
"My what?"
"Yours," he reached down and fingered her cunt, "You got
all of it last time."
"I --- oooh," Malon gushed as he began stroking her.
She lay down and watched his fingers slide in and out. Her
hands began to massage her breasts and she let out a small
moan as he began to move his fingers deeper and faster.
Because of the position of his hand, his thumb kept going
over a nub on above her slit. He didn't know what he was
really doing, but the more he did it, the louder she got
until finally -- "Aaaahnnnhhh!!" Malon's hips bucked as she
felt an intense shock ran through her body.
Link smiled as he pulled his fingers out and tasted the
juices she had selfishly lapped up earlier.
"Tastes like -- like --"
"Like what?" she asked expectantly.
"Like your pastries," he winked.
"Flatterer," Malon pouted and sucked on his fingers
seductively.
"I've never seen the horses do that," he grinned wryly.
"Me neither," she hugged him, "I -- I don't know what came
over me."
Link draped his arms around her, "What ever is it was, I
hope it happens again soon!"
She giggled and playfully shoved him away, "You troll!"
He smiled and grabbed her by the waist, "Hey, you still up
for our baby?"
Malon nodded and lay back down on the pile of hay, "At
least we know what goes where now."
"Yeah," he felt his dick harden again as he crawled on top
of her.
She sighed and helped him in. Malon's mouth formed a
silent 'O' as the head of his dick slowly pushed apart her
cunt. It felt *thick*. Thicker than any of his fingers.
Thicker than anything she could have imagined.
"Oooohhh," Malon groaned softly as Link pushed his flesh
stick in deeper and deeper.
He let out a relieved sigh as he settled on top of her.
"Umh," he struggled to ready himself, "Okay?"
"Umm hmm," she nodded and urged him on.
Malon suddenly cried out in panic as he began to move his
hips.
"Link!" she clutched him tightly, "D-don't -- go -- so
fast! It h-hurts -- a little. Just a little."
"Okay. Okay," he bit his lip and forced himself to slow
down.
She slowed her breathing as he began to stroke her deep
and slow. Malon blew softly into his ear as her legs slid up
and clasped his waist.
"That's it," she let out a satisfied sigh, "That's it. Hmm
aaaah ---"
She ran her hand through his hair and tickled his face.
With her other free hand, she toyed with his shaft as he
poled in and out. She let him suck her fingers one by one as
he slowly fucked her. The sound of his hips slapping gently
into hers fueled him forward. Link soon felt a familiar
feeling run up his crotch again. This time, he knew what to
do as he let everything out. He groaned and collapsed on top
of Malon as he felt something come out from him and go
inside her. She held him tightly as he bucked and ground
against her hips in ecstasy.
"Th-this was better than I ever hoped for," she stroked
his bare back.
"Uh, yeah."
Malon held him as Link shuddered and caught his breath.
"What do you think it'll be?" she whispered softly.
"Huh?"
"Our baby," she smiled at him, "A boy or girl? Maybe
both!"
"Doesn't matter."
"Oh," Malon sounded hurt.
"I just know it'll have the best mother on the veldt," he
saw her brighten up.
"And the best father too," she murmured and kissed him, "I
love you."
Link let out a quiet chuckle as he took her hands and
nibbled them, "I love you too."
The two bumped heads and gazed longingly into each other's
eyes.
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"WATCH IT YOU BASTARD!!"
"Huh?" Link snapped out of his thoughts in time to dance
aside a speeding horse.
The rider spat and sped off in a whirling cloud of dust.
"Son of a --," Link scowled at the shrinking figure. But
he was willing to let it go. No reason to make Malon a
widow.
He stumbled toward the temple under the weight of the
vessel and set it down with a sigh of relief. Link sat down
and wiped his brow before going up to the large double doors
and knocking.
"Halloo!!" he called.
No answer.
Link tried the door. It opened easily.
"Halloo!" he called out again.
Only silence greeted him.
He stepped in the temple and gazed at the high ribbed
vault with wonder. Light shone through high pointed windows.
At the end of the hall, a small altar rested on a large red
rug.
What could this place be?
Link cautiously stepped forth. The doors suddenly slammed
shut behind him as a bright light flared in his eyes. He
screamed and his hands flew up to shield his eyes as a
flurry of light and sound assaulted his senses. Link hunched
over and clamped down on his head to drown out the noise.
"Link?"
He opened his eyes and looked up. The cacophony had died
down and the light had abated. He was in a small softly
lighted room. A curtained bed sat in the middle of the room.
A small girl sat on its edge.
"Link?"
He stood up slowly and stared. She appeared to be child,
no taller than his chest. Her tunic and dress were green --
as was her hair.
"How do you know my name?" he asked.
The child smiled and said, "I know many things about you."
"Where am I?" Link gathered his courage.
"To everyone, nowhere. To us --" she gestured vaguely and
trailed off.
"Who are you?"
The girl smiled, "Saria."
He blinked with dim recognition, "S-s-saria? What a
strange name."
She smiled innocently at him.
"Where are your parents?" Link asked, "I have your milk."
She laughed and kicked her feet frivolously, "Still an
honest person despite all this time!"
Link grinned, but didn't know why, "What do you mean?"
"You don't remember do you?" her eyes dimmed.
"Remember what? I just met you."
"Have you?" she cocked her head.
Link saw something in her emerald green eyes he didn't
like, "I'd better go."
"You can't."
"What?" he turned to face her and gasped.
The girl had removed her clothing and sat nude on the bed.
His eyes feasted itself on her young prepubescent body. So
small, so childish. Link shivered as he realized what he was
thinking.
How can I!?
He turned and walked away.
"You can't leave this room!" she said.
"Why?" he averted his eyes.
"The spell will not break until we are done."
"Done with what?
Link's eyes grew wide she led him towards the bed, "You
can't be serious. You're only a kid."
"Ssssh," she placed her fingers to his mouth.
"What do you want?" his voice full of fear.
"Just you," she had to stand on the bed to kiss him.
She's so small, he realized as her young lips touched his.
The girl pushed him down on the bed and straddled his chest.
He swallowed hard as he gazed at her tiny, hairless slit. He
sucked in his breath as he felt his trousers being pulled
off. Saria was soon sucking him intently with her small
mouth. Link tore his gaze away from the travesty before him.
Her body was so light, he could've easily swatted her aside.
But he didn't.
Link shut his eyes and tried to think of his wife, but it
wasn't long before her image melted away, replaced by this
enchanting young girl. He was so awed that his length
disappeared so easily into her tiny head that he forgot for
a moment what she was doing to him until a shiver of
pleasure coursed through him. Saria didn't complain as he
bucked his hips and came inside her waiting mouth. Link
grabbed her roughly by the head and ground himself against
her face until he fully spent himself. She sucked and
swallowed his entire load without emitting as much as a
peep. Unlike Malon.
His wife. He sucked in a breath as he watched the girl
lick his shaft clean with her cherry red tongue.
"This is wrong," his voice barely crept above a whisper.
Saria ogled him with misty eyes, "So why do you still lie
here?"
Link sat up. He could move again. But he didn't leave. Not
yet.
"Who are you?"
"Saria," she smiled.
"No," he said coldly, "Your real name."
"Saria," she kissed him on the cheek.
"Are you a witch?"
She emitted a childish laugh and shook her head, "What
stories have you heard now Link?"
He gritted his teeth, "Then tell me what kind of a child
does these sorts of things?"
"One who loves you," she whispered.
"I have - a - wife," he said quietly.
Saria smiled sadly, "That didn't stop you earlier."
"I should go."
"Remember, you can't leave until we're done."
Link shut his eyes, "I don't bed children."
"But you must," she tugged his arm.
"Why?"
"Because," Saria dipped her head, "I have to carry your
child."
"Why would you want to do that?" he stood and pulled his
pants up, "You're no older than one yourself."
"If I don't bear your descendant," she looked at him
gravely, "Then Hyrule is doomed to die."
"Pull the other one," he said dourly, "That's the most
pathetic excuse I've heard for -- for something like this.
I'm leaving."
"Enough," a blue light bathed the room, "You've had your
chance."
A bright blue sphere of light descended and formed into an
exotic looking -- monster. Link had no other words to
describe the creature. It resembled a human, but it had blue
skin and small black spots all over, plus fish like fins and
a giant oblong shaped head. It was blatantly female, Link
noticed it had breasts and its familiarly curved waist and
hips. It -- she, blinked her shimmering black eyes and sat
on the bed.
"Come on," she patted the bed, "Try me."
"You got to be kidding," Link stepped back, "You're not
even Hylian."
"Is that anyway to address your fiancee?" her face bore a
look of hurt.
"Fiancee my butt," he said, "I'm married."
The creature's jawed dropped as she looked at Saria, who
whispered, "He doesn't know."
The blue skinned creature stood before Link, "I am -- I
was Princess Ruto of the Zora. Betrothed to you as your
fiancee when I gave you my family's dowry after you rescued
me."
Link shook his head and shrugged.
"Ruto, you bumble head," another light shone through the
room, "Now you've made a mess of things!"
A dull yellow light materialized before the three and
formed into an slender, dark skinned woman donned in a
slinky outfit of thin chains and small gems.
"Nabooru!" the fish creature put her arms akimbo, "How
DARE you interrupt when I'm not even finished with my
beloved!?"
"Don't call me that!" Link snapped as visions of Malon
surfaced in his head.
Ruto ignored him as she began a tirade against the barely
dressed newcomer.
"What an obscene get up!"
"Better than you appearing in the nude!"
"You look like a tramp!"
"And you smell like a fish!!"
"Well so does your cunt!"
"At least I wash down there!"
"At least I have a dowry!"
"I initiated him!"
"Liar!"
"No you lie!"
"Hey you two," Saria cut in, "He's trying to leave."
Link turned back to see the dark skinned woman and the
fish girl focus their gaze on him.
"Eeep," he ran around the room, desperately looking of a
way out.
"There's no escape Link," Nabooru pulled one of her nipple
chains seductively.
"You can't leave until you've given one of us a child,"
Ruto sat back down on the bed.
Link looked at the young girl, Saria. She nodded slowly,
"I'm sorry about this."
"Listen," he straightened up, "I'm flattered. I really am.
You're all very er, beautiful."
The three women looked at him intently.
"But all in all you can get some other man who isn't
married to do this."
"We need you Link," Saria shrugged, "No other man will
do."
"Why?"
"You're a descendant of the Sacred Knights of Hylia," Ruto
explained.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning," Nabooru smiled wryly, "You have to leave your
seed with one of us so that your descendant may one day
arise and defend this land."
"Why one of you?" Link asked suspiciously.
"Hopefully all of us!" Ruto fluttered her fins excitedly.
"We are Sages," Saria ignored her companion's outburst,
"We are charged with the protection of the Sacred Realm."
"And the Triforce," Ruto added.
"Triforce?" Link asked slowly.
It sounded familiar.
"The Triforce holds the power of the heavens," Nabooru
leered and tugged enticingly on another chain hooked between
her legs, "We must keep it from the hands of those who wish
to conquer."
"So why me?" Link squeaked.
"We -- realize you would die someday," Saria cast her eyes
downward, "So we figured the best way was to --" she trailed
off.
"Bed me," Link finished.
"And have your descendant carry on the lineage," Ruto
added, "Our lineage. Our legacy."
The others nodded.
"I don't care what it is you want from me," he growled,
"But I'm not giving any of you a child. I have my own family
to take care of."
"Malon."
"How'd you know?" he faced Ruto.
"I know," she smiled, "Is she prettier than me?"
Link was about to answer when she raised a hand.
"No. Don't answer. I know what's in your heart."
"Then in that case," Link said through clenched teeth,
"You know I don't want to go through with this."
"Then why did you do what you did with Saria?"
"That was a mistake," he snapped.
"What would you suppose if we told her what you did?" Ruto
smiled.
Link froze.
"Are you threatening me?"
Nabooru made a face, "It looks like there is no other way
to get you to do what we want."
"I don't think she'd believe it," he whispered softly, "Or
you."
"Really?"
A bright blue flare surrounded Ruto. When Link opened his
eyes, a slender young woman stood where she was. Though
traces of the fish woman remained present in the face, the
whole body overall was Hylian without a doubt.
"Do you think she'll believe me now?" the voice was Ruto's
and the way she swirled her tongue made Link cringe, "Malon!
Malon! I'm here to see the milkboy! He and I plan to elope!"
Saria bit her lip and looked away.
"You force me," he whispered fiercely.
"Yes but," Nabooru stepped closer, "but you may learn to
enjoy it. As we will."
"I know I will!" Ruto clapped her hands with joy and
reverted to her fishy form.
"Stop."
Nabooru and Ruto turned around, "What?!"
"I said stop," Saria's voice was low, but it carried
authority.
She turned to Link, "Go."
"What?" he looked at her confused.
"Leave."
A door shimmered into view beside him.
"Saria!" Ruto whipped her oblong head around, "What are
you doing?"
"We have to do this remember?" Nabooru's voice was
indignant.
"You know what's in his heart," she said coldly, "And we
aren't here to force him into anything."
"But--!!"
Saria held up her hand and Nabooru fell into silence. Ruto
however, wasn't so easily stymied.
"Leave now and you shan't find your life again, beloved,"
the fish woman hissed sharply, "Ever."
Link paused briefly before Saria repeated with even calm,
"Go."
"Thank you," he said relieved, "I -- thank you."
"Just go," she whispered.
Link was about to say something more but he glanced at the
other two and decided it was best to leave.
************************************************************
From a dark cistern, buried deep beneath the earth a
shadowy figure bolted upright. Its eyes were aglow with
fiery hate as it realized it had awakened. Looking up
towards for the first time in ages, it uttered a triumphant
howl of laughter.
************************************************************
He found Talon waiting for him by the wagon.
"Back already?" the older man asked.
"Huh?"
"Gone and back in five minutes," he guffawed, "I wish I
still had your energy, son."
"Five minutes?" Link blinked.
Was I gone for only five minutes?
"Haw!" Talon snorted, "Too bad your memory ain't as good
as mine."
"Yeah," the young man was perplexed, but he let it go,
"Anymore?"
"Nope that's it," Talon stepped up the wagon, "The guards
helped me out y'see?"
He whipped the horses and started towards the gates.
Link stood stupidly until he realized Talon was unaware of
what had happened to him. He hurried to his mount and
followed the man back to the gates.
Back to the ranch.
Back to Malon.
It was strange. To him, it seemed like he had been gone
for an hour, if not longer. And the damnedest thing was that
it wasn't the bickering or anything else that stuck in his
mind. No. It was the vision of that sweet little face doing
something so wanton it was almost --
Link shivered at the memory of his clandestine encounter.
The vision of her small body readily laid out for pleasure
and pummeling gave him a strange chill through his body.
Vile, and yet ---
He pursed his lips and shuddered. Saria. I've heard of you
before.
I know I have.
But when? And where?
"Hey there handsome."
A voice jerked him from his thoughts.
"I figured it was only a matter of time when you'd stop
noticing me," Malon leaned against the porch's fence and
sniffed audibly.
He blinked. Home. At last.
Link never knew how much he missed it until now.
"Sorry," he dismounted, "I --- I was distracted."
She sighed and buttoned his coat tighter, "Come on,
dinner's ready."
"Thanks," Link felt a sharp pang of guilt as she took his
hand and led him to the house.
Maybe I should tell her, he thought.
But what then?
She might think you're insane.
Or she may think you're hiding something worse.
"Hey wait," he pulled her aside before they reached the
door.
"What is it?" she looked at him strangely.
He kissed her.
"Hey!" she pulled away and laughed, "We'll do that later!"
"Okay," he whispered, "I -- I just wanted you to know I
love you."
Malon dipped her head, "Tell me something I don't know
silly."
Link chuckled and tipped her chin up for another kiss.
"I love you too," she murmured.
They held each other for a while before they went inside.
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"I TOLD you," Nabooru hissed sharply as the doorway
vanished, "I told you it wouldn't work."
"I suppose you had a better plan!?" Ruto snapped back,
"You think I ENJOY acting like a common whore to fulfill our
needs?!"
Saria closed her eyes and ears as the two filled the
chamber with a cacophony of shrieking and shouting.
". . . leaves us no choice," Nabooru tore off her metallic
strappings, "We war."
"And with whom may I inquire?" a new voice chimed
throughout the chamber.
The three of them perked up as a violet ball of energy
sailed in from the darkness and materialized in a bent-over
figure.
"Impa," Ruto's fins flicked about in agitation, "You've
news?"
"Aye, I've news."
"And?" Nabooru suddenly became reserved.
Impa looked down and shook her head.
"Grim news," Ruto muttered under her breath.
"No?" the olive skinned girl whispered.
The crone shook her head slowly, "I'm sorry."
Nabooru glared hotly at the green haired girl.
"Sorry," Saria repeated dully.
"Apologies won't bring them back," she hissed, "And now
you've robbed me of my one chance at revenge!"
"We're not out for revenge," Impa said calmly.
"What do you care!? You're as dead as they come!!" the
olive-skinned woman snarled.
Impa was taken aback, "We are not to act rashly ---"
Her reply was rudely cut short by Nabooru, who pointed
at Saria, "Curse you! You spineless witch! You care more
for you and that man than you do for your own duties!"
"That's not true!" the child's protests were muted
compared to the gale of accusations.
"You don't even care WHAT happens, do you whore!?" the
scream was ear splitting.
"I am, and will always be, loyal to our goal Sage of
Spirit," Saria became pleading, "And I am --- your ---
friend."
Nabooru's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Don't you dare call
me that again. Ever." She vaulted upwards with a mournful
cry which forced the others to cower their heads.
When the angry sage's presence receded, Ruto flitted her
fins and smiled thinly at her colleague on the bed.
"You've lost more than a friend this day, Sage of Wood,"
the Zora looked at her oddly, "I wonder if the others
will allow you to muddle our plans in the future."
Saria shut her eyes as Impa held up her cane.
"Enough. I must know: did he even try?"
"Does it look like he did?" Ruto gestured vaguely at the
recent performance.
"I had presumed he would at least give one ---"
"You assumed wrong old one," the blue skinned fish being
gazed back levelly.
"Then it is just as we feared," Impa's words were grave
but her tone was anything but, "We face him. Alone."
"So we must," Ruto's gills fluttered slightly, "We've no
choice."
"We had every choice," Impa said slowly, "But we chose the
worst one when we began."
"Our fault," Saria suddenly murmured.
"No," Ruto turned towards her, "It is---"
"Enough," Impa interrupted her tirade, "We must make ready
then. Notify the others."
Ruto paused to regain her composure, bowed then vanished in
her own signature blue light. With the fish-woman gone, the
crone hobbled over to the bed and looked intently at the green
haired girl.
"We cannot best him," Impa's words hung in the air, dead
as their fate, "Not alone."
"But we can try."
"And die."
"Why'd you not tell the others?"
"Rauru knows," Impa's tone haughty, "The great, mighty
keeper of time knows."
"What shall we do?" Saria curled into a ball, making
herself appear even smaller.
"What we must," the crone sagged, "And nothing else."
"But we'll fail."
"Perhaps, little one. Perhaps."
"And we can do nothing until then," Saria curled into a
ball, "Nothing but stand to the end."
"Perhaps," Impa chuckled quietly, "There may be yet
another way."
The green haired girl looked at the hag intently. Of all
the sages, Impa was not the oldest, or wisest, or the most
powerful. But she was wily and full of surprises --- each
one more surprising than the last. Her connections to the
forces of shadow allowed her access to such things as
trickery and deceit. That relationship has allowed her
insight into the mind of the very enemy that they fought
against. And it was that very connection that demands she
spend all her energies from being totally consumed by, hence
her battered physical stature.
"You've a plan?" Saria wanted to sound hopeful.
"A plan I have," Impa held up a crooked finger with great
sadness in her eyes, "But it needs more."
"How do you mean, ancient?" the girl sat up with interest.
"Heed me," Impa rasped, "The ocarina is one of many, but
there are more. Many more."
"I don't understand Impa," Saria shook her head, "The ocarina
was only an instrument that allows use of another. It possesses
no powers other than to magnify that of its keeper."
The old woman's brow crinkled as she sat on the bed.
"Aye, the ocarina has no powers, merely the illusion of them."
Saria looked up at Impa intently as she continued, "The ocarina
is but one path we seek. There are invariably more paths to the
Triforce than there are stars in the sky, but few are the paths
we desire."
"And what of the paths we do not?"
Impa's face hardened, "They belong to others."
"Others?"
"Others who would harbour ill towards us."
The crone levelled her gaze on the tiny sage, "I leave you
to your task."
With those words, the hag's form dissolved into the unbiquitous
plamsa form shared by them all. The violet spheroid vanished into
the room's ceiling, leaving a haze of purple mist and fumes.
Saria buried her tear streaked face in her tiny hands. She drew
the bedsheet around herself as she thought back to Impa's words.
'The ocarina is but one path we seek.'
Was it the same one from so long ago, she wondered. The same
one she gave to the one man she loved?
'I leave you to your task.'
It must be it, she thought. I must find out at the least.
Her throat tightened at the prospect of seeing him again.
But if it held the key to the solution --
Determined, Saria gathered the bedsheet once more and vanished
in a sphere of green light.
************************************************************
Two days passed without incident; no more strange lights
or strange women.
Everything was as it was.
As it should be.
And yet --
Link rubbed his ear thoughtfully as he lay listening to
the distant rumble.
Something was amiss. He wasn't quite sure what irked him,
but it was there. Like the flutter of an unseen moth.
Lightning danced across the darkened veldt, its brief
flicker coloured his face chalk white as he sat upright on
his bed.
Ruto had said, 'You shan't find your life again.'
It smacked of ill-will, but feelings ran high at the
moment. Still, it didn't bode well.
Link's face tightened. Certainly they all were sorcerers
of some power. What did the fish-woman foresee?
"That was wonderful," Malon stifled a yawn as she clung
onto his arm.
"Um hmm," Link rocked her gently.
They had breezed through their chores despite Talon's
absence. As usual, the older man had left for his favoured
haunt after he returned to the ranch after the milk run. An
out of the way place to the west, near the badlands. Link
had visited it once, at the behest of Malon to fetch Talon
back when he didn't return for five straight days.
The place was no more than an ugly scraping together of
tents and manure, and it was a wonder to him why Talon would
choose such a place to relax. Malon hardly approved of her
father's wanderlust, but there was little she could do
except nag him; she was afterall, only his daughter.
Besides, Link smiled inwardly, it allowed us to be alone.
"Mischief," was all Malon had to say of her father's
escapades, but he could tell she secretly enjoyed these
nights when it was just the two of them. And as if to prove
a point, she had asked if he wanted to sneak back to the
storage shed to relive old times. Needing to push the events
at the temple out of his mind, he quickly agreed.
Still, the whole matter rattled him, despite Malon's
comforting presence. Perhaps he needed some stronger urging
to forget.
"Hey."
"What?" she yawned again and reached up to tickle the back
of his neck.
"When's Talon coming back again?"
"No later than tomorrow night if he keeps his head," she
turned around to see him, "Why?"
"Maybe we can hide ourselves here until then," he winked.
Malon smiled, "But who'd do all the work?"
"Faeries I say," he pinched her gently.
"Not funny," she kissed him, "Ooh, you're so bad when he's
not here!"
"Me?" he pulled her closer, "What about you? Seducing me
in the storage shed an' all."
"So that's how you see me?! Well, I'll just have to leave
you out of my fun next time," she sniffed and tried to get
up.
"Oh?" he grinned and grabbed her by the wrist, "You've
someone else in mind?"
"Maybe," she thumbed her nose at him, "Now let me go."
"No," he circled his arms around her waist, "I think I'll
hang on to you for a while longer."
"Why you --" she squirmed and tried to escape, "We'll see
about that!"
"Wow," he feigned heaving, "You gotta lose some weight!"
Malon's eyes grew wide, "That's it! No more for you, you,
you --"
"Me Link," he growled, "Forest boy see pretty girl. Must
make her feel good."
"Stop it!" she fended off her husband's advances with
fervor but she was smiling all the way.
"Ow!" Link winced as Malon caught him by the nose.
"Let me go you -- you -- troll!"
"Troll hunh?" his voice distorted from his wife's hold,
"Then I'll haff-too eat you."
Link lolled his tongue and Malon let out a shriek.
"Stop it!" she held him at bay, "That's disgusting!"
"Uh huh," he grinned and pinned her to the ground.
"Link! I'm warning you --- aah!"
Malon's protests gave way to a delighted squeal as the
young man nuzzled deep into the nape of her neck. She fell
silent and reciprocated by clutching his ass with her work
worn hands. Malon wasn't complaining anymore, but her
quietness made Link unsure. Sometimes she'd get mad at him
for pushing things too far.
"You like it?" he whispered.
Malon didn't answer but he could feel her nod slightly. He
decided to give her cause to reply. He moved his hips
forward and felt the tip of his cock brush lightly against
the berry red patch of fuzz between her legs. This prompted
her to groan and move herself to meet him. Link moved
himself back and felt her pause, unsure what to expect.
He nipped her ear and whispered again, "Tell me you like
it."
Malon ran her hands up his back and across his shoulders,
"I like it."
"How much do you like it?" he pushed himself up and looked
at her.
She chewed her lip, "V-v-very much."
"Enough to say --- do it anywhere?"
"What do you have in mind now?" Malon looked at him
coolly.
"Come on," his face full of mischief, "I've got something
I want to try."
"Wha--Wait!" she gasped, "Downstairs!?"
"Don't worry," Link yanked open the door, "It's dark and
we're pretty much alone, right?"
"But where?" she hesitated briefly before she followed her
husband out the house.
The night was fairly warm with the occasional breeze
blowing through. Malon though, felt goose bumps on her skin
as Link hurriedly led her around.
"Hey," she called out, "Where're we going?"
"Just wait." She heard him chuckle as she felt his hands
swarm over her.
"What's so special about this?" she asked.
"You'll see," he whispered, "Better yet, you'll feel it."
Malon's heart began to pound as she was turned around in
the dark. His hands left her as she heard dull clunking
sounds -- sounds of wood doors being opened. What now?
"Okay."
She felt him push gently and she gave a short cry as she
fell back.
"Link!!" she reached out to grab hold when she landed on
something. Malon felt the oddest feeling come over her.
Thousands of smooth beads caressed her back and body. At
least they felt like beads. She reached down and grabbed a
handful of the mysterious substance.
Then she realized they were in the nearby feed shack.
"Hey!" she called out, "We're going to spoil the feed!"
"Not if we keep it all neat and tidy," he murmured as he
pushed her further up the pile, "And it's not like we're
going to pee in it."
"What!? No!" Malon was shocked, "And how?"
"How what?"
"How are we going to keep everything 'neat and tidy'?"
"Just leave it to me," Link's face hovered over her, "Now
just stay still. Let yourself go."
"Go?" she was confused, "Where?"
"Sssh," he kissed her, "Just wait."
Malon listened and waited. With Link on top of her, their
combined weight made them sink slowly into the feed pile.
Slowly, slowly, she was making sense of it all. It *was*
different. A little. It certainly didn't feel anything like
the bed or the hayloft --- it felt well, different. Like a
bath, she thought.
A thousand bead bath. Malon had to smile even though he
wouldn't see.
"Do you like it?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Hmm? Oh yes," she hugged him, "It's wonderful. It's just
that I --- I've never tried something like this."
"Me neither."
Malon looked at him quizzically in the dark, "Then when'd
you ---?"
"I was sweeping up when I noticed the feed pile," he
explained, "I don't know why, but I --- I thought 'how
wonderful it'd be if Malon was lying right there'."
Her eyes grew wide, "You insatiable you know that?"
"I know. But only with you," he chuckled and gave her
another kiss, "Now comes the fun part."
"What?"
"What do you think?"
Malon groaned as she felt him inch slowly into her. Her
cunt slowly parted and gave way to his thick length of dick.
She was a little on the dry side, but it would soon be all
right. Her eyes widened as he pressed more and more into
her. As she lifted her legs to wrap them around him, a small
wave of feed splashed gently across his back. Her fingers
pressed down on the errant seeds and he rewarded her with a
groan of pleasure. Link's body pressed nicely against her
while the cooler feed enveloped her body. A cocoon of warmth
adhering to every inch of her skin. Malon never felt so
safe, so --- loved.
"Aaaah," she sighed as his hips swayed in and out of her,
"Oooohh. It's --- it's --- s'nice --- s-s-so nice
aannnngghhahhh . . ."
"I --- umm --- love -- aaah!"
Link struggled to form proper words as he pumped her
slowly, but Malon quickly placed her fingers on his lips and
hushed him.
"I know," she hugged him as his tempo slowly increased, "I
--- nngh--know. Aaaahh . . ."
Far off shore, the storm picked up speed as it thundered
upon the ranch.
************************************************************
The sun beat down on Link's back as he guided the rumbling
wagon into market.
"KEE-YAH!" he jerked mightily on the reins and brought the
cart to a dead stop beneath the shade of the town's wall.
The two horses whinnied and snorted, but they complied and
stopped. He jumped down and patted their necks.
"Easy, easy there. Sorry."
Huh, Link thought. Now I'm talking to horses. And I always
said she was kooky for doing just that.
Damn, I am feeling guilty, he berated himself. Curse last
night's rain.
They had gotten back inside just in time. But Malon had to
get up early to check the delivery list one last time and
immediately caught the sniffles.
'Donde fwet,' she looked at him bleary eyed, 'Alt gedd
bedder.'
Despite his protests, she firmly showed him out and even
gave him a hearty hug before he left.
He peeled back the cart's tarp, revealing the wooden cases
of cheese that had to be delivered. Link manhandled one of
the circular containers to the ground and replaced the tarp.
Yanking out the small plank where his busy bodied wife had
labored over only shortly before, his insides suddenly
churned as he searched for the one place he'd rather not go
again.
Link relaxed and swallowed in relief. The temple had been
hurriedly crossed out and replaced by another line. 'Not
paid for' was written in Malon's dainty hand. He felt the
cloud of anxiety lift as he set about making his deliveries
before mid-day.
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Link wiped his brow with a yellow kerchief before taking a
much needed swig from his canteen. He watched several
children playing in square and brightened when he saw the
fountain. The spot where he first saw Malon was now occupied
by two children playing beads and jacks. Link passed a quick
gaze at the ground and saw it was still a little before
midday --- the shadows were still more or less long.
"I've still some time," he said to himself.
Link straightened out and headed over to the stalls.
There, several people stood haggling with the seller and
each other. Link steered himself clear of them and headed
for a stall which stood mostly empty.
"Hello young man," the bald shopkeep sounded surprised at
the attention, "What may I offer?"
Link shrugged and cast a glance at the table. Broken
pieces and chipped pots lay scattered across the surface;
the young lad wouldn't have given them a second thought. No
wonder this stall wasn't crowded. Link nodded and began to
leave when something caught his eye.
"What's that?" he pointed at a box the man had a foot on.
"What? This?" the old man removed himself from his
makeshift foot rest.
It was intricately carved, with no visible opening except
the top lid. When the shopkeep lifted the lid, Link could
see the many gears, rods, and wheels inside, unmoving. It
looked keenly bizarre, with no apparent use. This was no
ordinary foot chest.
"Ah, this is an exquisite piece that hails from ---" he
lowered his voice, "-- the lands to the far west."
"Oh," Link made a face, "What is it?"
"A music maker," the bald man said matter of factly, "Just
so you know, there are not many of these around."
"Sounds like you need the rupees old one."
"At my age," the man shrugged, "It doesn't matter
anymore."
"Your family?" Link knelt down for a closer look.
"Long gone."
The young man pressed down on the wheel sprockets. The
metal dimpled his finger where he touched it.
"Does it work?"
The old man have him a toothless grin and drew a small key
from around his neck. Link watched fascinated as spry,
gnarled fingers breathed life into the box. A soft, smooth
tinkling came from its spinning rods and gears.
"I take it you like it?" the shopkeep chuckled.
"I suppose," Link could barely contain his excitement,
"Tell me, does it -- does it play other tunes? Like Come
Back My Dear Cucco?"
The old man laughed and shook his head, much to the
disappointment of the lad.
"It plays these," the shopkeep held out several cylinders
of metal, each sporting a differing array of small knobs on
its sides.
"I see," Link saw how the machine worked. The cylinder
plucked a metallic sheet that was cut into thin strips,
making a sound. To his ears, it sounded quite distinct --
almost like a harp, but not quite.
"While most of these tunes aren't from Hyrule, I was told
by the man who sold this to me you could have these drums
made in a city far to the west."
"Made huh?" Link snorted, "Not likely, with the raiders
over the horizon."
"Ah yes," the old man seemed indignant, "The raiders."
The cheese run hadn't been as uneventful as Link had
hoped. Town talk had been mostly about the mysterious bands
that dwelt in the west, far beyond the desert; they had been
harassing and killing the travelers of late and they showed
no signs of stopping. While word had it they were still a
ways off, certainly the King of Hyrule must know. And while
it certainly wasn't his business, he sure hoped Talon was
smart enough to know trouble if he saw it.
He'll be all right though. Talon's a tough bird, Link
sniffed as the peddler gauged him carefully.
"It's been with me all this time y'know. I've been
reluctant to sell it, seeing as I'm too old to travel to buy
more."
"Huh, likely story," the lad snorted. Nevertheless, he was
determined to make it his.
"How much?"
"I'd ask for three hundred ---"
"Three HUNDRED?" Link almost fell over, "You must've
been into robbery in your younger days, old man."
"Believe me," the peddler cackled, "I've thought of it."
The young man glanced at the box and shook his head,
"You've stepped on it long enough to quarter its price."
"That's something I expected you t'say," the shopkeep
announced, "The box, drums, and key. All for a hundred. No
less."
"Sounds fair," Link dipped his head.
He opened his belt pouch and counted out several large
rupees. The old man he saw, eagerly focused his gaze on the
cool green stones.
"Anything else I should know?" Link brushed off the grime
and dust from the box.
"Nothing I don't already," the old man said excited as he
finally clasped his wrinkled hands around the rupees, "I
thank you."
Link grunted as he strained to lift up the box. It was
unwieldy and not at all easy to lift. The young lad grumbled
and heaved as he tilted the box on its side and tucked it
under his arm. Link stumbled awkwardly to his cart and slid
his new purchase between the cases. Once settled, he turned
the key slightly and the box churned out its music for a
little while.
No trickery so far, Link sighed with relief. And Malon's
sure to jump over this, assuming she's up and about when I
get back. He scratched his chin where a light fuzz grew. And
as long as she doesn't know HOW much he spent, that was fine
too.
Link got back up the cart before starting for home.
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Go and feel free to ejaculate inside her. She cannot
get pregnant from your sperm, and it will be immensely
gratifying for both of you.
-- Excerpt from "How to K9", an on-line guide
to inter-species sexual intercourse
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It was night again before he knew it. After putting away
his things, Link blasted into the house and up the stairs.
Malon hardly had time to utter a peep before he smothered
her with his excitement.
'That's it?' was all she could say after the music wound
down.
'Yeah,' he braved a grin, 'Don't you like it?'
Link felt his elation vanish as Malon chided him for
buying such a useless contraption.
'Think of the nuisance,' she rolled her eyes, obviously
dumbfounded by the bizarre box. Then as an afterthought,
'We've sung well enough before."
'But that was different,' he countered.
'How? Ugh, nevermind,' though Malon was less than enthused
with his tinkering, she was at least forgiving.
'Just don't be so loud with your new toy,' she sighed
before succumbing to her weariness and trundled off to bed.
So, there he was alone by the small fire as he sat proudly
over the neatly arranged drums and cylinders. His mouth
twitched as he gave each one a dull sheen with a soft rag.
"There," Link sat back admiring his handiwork. It was
strange, this box filled him with an odd sense of pride,
although he'd feel even better had Malon's reaction been
more enthusiastic.
Ah well, he thought as he glanced towards the room where
she was.
"I suppose it's not your fancy," he sighed as he closed
the lid.
"Quite right beloved," a sharp voice came from nowhere, "I
never fathomed your obsession either."
Link jumped and almost fell over, nearly sending
everything crashing to the floor. A vaguely human form
emerged from around the firepit's corner, giving him the
chills. Ruto flicked her fins rapidly as she looked at the
music box with disdain.
"You," Link somehow found his voice, "How!?"
"I've my ways," she gave him a passing wave. Unlike last
time, Ruto was now clothed in a simple white chemise. A long
ethereal piece of material shrouded her lower extremities,
though it was slit in such a fashion that Link could make
out her shapely blue legs whenever she shifted slightly. He
felt a familiar hardness come to him as he struggled to keep
himself in check -- and out of trouble.
He gulped hard as she neared him, "Wh-why are you here?"
"What do you think?" Ruto's smile made him cringe, "Did
you think we'd leave you to Saria's devices?"
"I told you," Link verged on a snarl, "I'm not going to do
it."
The fish-woman was unperturbed as she passed a glance up
towards Malon's room. The young man abruptly froze, afraid
that any scuffle would wake her.
"She's beautiful beloved," Ruto allowed herself a small
laugh.
"Stop calling me that," he said through clenched teeth.
The mer-woman narrowed her simple black eyes, "Why not?"
"Because I'm not your lover."
"Come with me," her lips drew thin, "And I'll show you
what a fool you are not to."
"I'd be a fool if I go with you," Link backed away,
"What do you take me for?"
"A man," Ruto paused briefly, "of vows."
"And those I gave it to my wife," he curled his fists.
"Man fool, don't you remember?"
"Remember what?"
"Our vows," the blue skinned woman tapped her chest.
"What vows?"
"Our wedding vows," she drew up rigid.
"I'd never wed you," he said unkindly, "Especially not a
liar."
"Regardless," the calm reply barely masked her anger, "I
want you honour them."
"Then you're a harridan and a liar."
WHAP!
Link recoiled as Ruto withdrew her hand. He blinked in
shock and surprise.
"How -- DARE YOU," her voice quavered as she fought to
regain control of her emotions.
He could only watch as she tore off her white trappings
and lay them on the floor. Link began backing away but she
abruptly caught his arm.
"With your consent or without," Ruto hissed, "I shall make
you see the truth of your inaction!"
He tried to resist, but somehow he could not. Was it a
spell? Try as he might, Link staggered along with his captor
to the centre of the cloth. Ruto clasped his head between
her webbed hands and looked straight at him.
"Now concentrate."
"O-on what?" Link was surprised he could still speak,
though only in a whisper.
"On nothing," Ruto's eyes seemed focused somewhere else as
he felt the air rush over him and the walls of the house
began to ripple and shimmer like a pond.
Nausea wrenched his guts as Link tried to keep his bile
down. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, a
sickening feeling came over him as he saw Malon descend the
staircase from the bedroom.
He wanted to cry out, but then he saw something that
wasn't quite right. Two other men were in the house. Link
didn't recognize them, but they were clothed outlandishly
and their swords were buckled to their backs.
Soldiers? They didn't seem to be in service to the King,
he thought. No one so swarthy marched in our ranks, of that
he was sure.
Though they seemed to be talking loudly, Link could hear
nothing. Malon seemed oblivious to her husband's presence as
she fetched something from the pantry. Then as if alerted to
her activities, one of the men reached around her waist and
tugged her closer.
What was going on?
Malon tried pulling away from the man, but his companion
immediately grabbed her and forced her to the ground. One of
the men sneered and spat in her face as the other forcibly
yanked her hair by the roots.
Link could only stare in horror as the two strangers
carried Malon up the stairs. Could he hear them, her
screaming would have been frantic as she struggled against
her captors. He tried breaking free but Ruto continued to
hold him by the ears as she chanted her mantra. By now, the
image of the house had vanished and the light was so bright
he was forced to close his eyes.
All the better. Malon, his mind screamed her name, as he
felt the urge to vomit. He knew what was going to happen to
her.
Soldiers do what soldiers do.
Link blinked. How? Where did I hear such a thing? More
importantly, he shuddered, when did I become so callous?
Presently, the blue skinned sorceress released her hold
and the young man could move again. He caught his breath and
began looking for something, anything for him to use as a
weapon when he suddenly realized that he wasn't at the house
anymore.
What the--?
He stood in silent awe as he stared out across the grey-
skied coastline.
Where am I?
Link jumped when his toes felt the sharp nip of freezing
water.
Damn it, he cursed. Get back be before you ruin another
pair of good shoes.
He hopped back from the waterline and rubbed his hands
together to keep himself warm. Turning his head about he saw
a silent Ruto standing majestically in the surf. She was
clothed again somehow. Link ran over to her, shouting over
the roar of the waves.
"The ranch!" he shouted, "Get me back to the ranch!!"
"Why?" Ruto glanced at him sideways and casually asked,
"What's your hurry?"
"You know damn well why," he seethed, "Don't tell me you
don't know what happened--"
He paused as something inside him clicked.
"--or what will happen if I don't--" he swallowed hard.
"Yes," the mer-woman nodded fiercely, "Yes. Now you are
beginning to understand."
Link stood, unsure of what to make of it all.
"Then--" he faltered, "--Malon is she--?"
"No," Ruto delighted herself as another small wave crashed
onto shore.
He briefed an audible sigh of relief before apprehension
seized him again.
"Then, who were they?"
"Who?"
"Those men---" Link's jaw tightened as he corrected
himself, "Those animals I saw; who were they?"
"Who knows?" Ruto shrugged, "Perhaps they were part of an
invading army. Or Hyrule's soldiers, had the current King
been a tyrant or despot. Time expands everywhere. Like the
sea. They could be anyone everywhere, or no one no where."
His crisp eyes followed her gaze over the cold, grey
waters.
"I think I understand, just a little," Link rubbed his
arms to stop his teeth from chattering, "But must I do as
the three of you said to stop this -- this thing from
happening?"
"Can one who sails its surface dare to say he has seen the
secrets below?" her fins fluttered with an arrogance he had
come to expect from her.
"Meaning you don't know."
"I am only immortal, beloved," Ruto faced him sternly, "I
am not a god."
Link looked at her puzzled, "Are they not one and the
same?"
Her haughty facade gave way to the mirth lurking beneath,
"My dearest, aren't you -- you're so naive!"
The fish-woman's laughter relaxed him despite having been
kidnapped and whisked to another place far from home. When
Ruto had gathered herself, she extended a webbed hand. He
took it cautiously.
"If I do as you say," Link paused, "Then none of it --
None of what I just saw -- will ever happen?"
Now it was Ruto's turn to be pensive, "There is no
garuantee."
"I see," he lowered his head, "But if I don't--"
"There is a chance that it may. I do not truly know. As
I've said, the sea --"
"-- Expands everywhere, I know," he growled, "I heard you
the first time."
Link felt her grip tighten as Ruto stepped closer towards
him. He stared blankly at the sand as she gave him a quick
peck on the cheek.
"You were always faithful to the one you loved. That was
why I sought to rekindle your affections."
"Like you did back at the temple?" he immediately felt his
anger rise.
Ruto must have sensed she struck a nerve as she quickly
sought to change the subject.
Gesturing with her free hand, she asked him, "Do you know
where we are?"
"No," he shook his head, "Should I?"
The mer-woman looked up fondly at him, "The Shores of
Torombo."
Link could only shrug.
"You - proposed - to me," Ruto suddenly became coy,
"Here."
He could hardly believe it, was she blushing?
Nevertheless, he remained cool and unconvinced.
"Well, were it true," he sniffed indifferently, "Then I
chose the worst place to do so."
She chuckled, "It is cold now, but come spring the waters
will warm."
"I suppose," Link stood unmoved by memories that he knew
nothing of. A tug on his arm drew his attention.
"Walk with me," Ruto pleaded softly.
"Where?"
"Anywhere," she gave him a weak smile, "As long as you are
with me, you may do as you wish."
It that were only true, Link thought darkly but he kept to
himself.
Instead he said, "I cannot tarry --"
"And for as long as you wish," Ruto halted his protests by
cradling his face, "Time has no meaning for us. Not here."
"Perhaps, but Council contests your claim."
The two jumped at the newcomer.
"Y-y-you!" Ruto recovered quickly from her surprise and
immediately demanded, "What are you doing here!?"
"Ensuring the our Edicts are followed, fish spawn," his
icy glare focused on her alone.
Link felt the mer-woman's hands shake as she attempted to
put herself between him and the stranger in their midst. The
man had neatly trimmed black hair and was clean shaven, his
face a mask of restrained anger. He had the most arresting
eyes he had ever seen; an intense blue in hue deeper than
that of the blue skinned woman in front of him.
Apparently, the color hadn't restricted itself to the man's
corneas either -- the whites were tainted in a deep hue. He
appeared younger than Talon, but something told him it was
only a guise. Link could sense something foul before him,
a mild odour seemed to come from within the black cloaked
man and he was sure it something he didn't want to find out.
Ruto and the dark stranger had been immersed in conversation
as Link deduced his observations, so overheard only the last
few moments of the exchange.
". . . rest assured," Ruto hastened to explain, "I am
following your rules as we discussed before. Nothing dire
shall occur."
"Were it true," the man pointed at Link, "Can you explain
him?"
"He was --," Ruto came abreast her captive charge, "He
*volunteered*."
"Heed this, weirdling," the stranger said coldly, "Bend
them or break them; each moment of time occurs but once."
The man allowed his unwavering gaze to cover them both
before he repeated, "Once."
"I understand," she clenched her hands and looked at the
sand, "There shan't be anymore -- incursions."
"Pray to your gods that there shall be no more," the man
said coldly, "For your sake."
Ruto's exposed skin paled by several shades as the
stranger puffed a glowing reed thoughtfully.
"And remember," he exhaled a thin stream of chalky smoke,
"I shall be watching all of you, this time."
"I'll do well to remember," Ruto tossed her oblong head in
defiance, "Now be gone!"
The man's cold, dead blue eyes passed over them with
chilling indifference before he stepped towards the waves. As
if on cue, an odd rippling conjured itself before the stranger.
Link gaped in amazement as the blue eyed man was swallowed by
the distortion, before both man and object vanished before his
eyes.
When they were alone once more, the young man managed to find
his voice and his curiosity.
"Who was that?" Link asked.
Ruto stood silent and gazed out over the choppy waters, but
he heard her whisper, "Our master."
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The moonless night sky hung ominously over the ranch.
Excellent.
The dark figure crept into the room where Malon still lay
asleep. It hovered by her for a moment before it made for
the footchest. A small box lay to one side, its beaten
appearance belied the valuable prize inside. Silent hands
skillfully bundled it up quickly before closing the chest
lid.
Malon stirred from the slight creaking of the hinges, but
she drifted back to sleep as the intruder quickly made off
with her husband's ocarina.
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"'Our master'?" Link echoed Ruto, "And I wager that kings
have masters as well?"
"Don't be a fool, beloved," Ruto huffed, "For every one
who possesses power, there are hundreds more powerful."
He quirked a brow as she went on, "And those hundreds hold
those lesser in sway."
"How quaint," he sniffled and she glanced at him tring his
best not to die from exposure.
"Perhaps a fire is in order."
Link nodded quickly in agreement.
Anything to get out of this cold, he thought as he
followed her to a cave around the next bend. It was small,
but it shielded them from the freezing winds. In a short
while, a decent fire was started and thriving on the stack
of driftwood piled nearby.
She's made ready, Link thought glumly as he stared dully
at the fire. His captor busied herself with making neater
the little cave she had led him into.
"That's better," she tossed a hefty piece of firewood into
the flames. The fire crackled loudly as he sat mute and drew
a line with his nail in the cold, hard ground. Ruto came and
sat beside him, silent but attentive.
"He said something," Link said suddenly, "About me, didn't
he?"
"Pay no heed to that mad man," she dismissed his question
with a wave of her hand but he wasn't about to let it by.
She flinched when he caught her hand -- Ruto was about to
jerk away and slap him when he brought her hand up to his
face and examined it. He marvelled at the thin smooth
membrane that spanned her fingers; a transluscent webbing
that obviously made her adapted to life beneath the waves.
She relaxed as Link held her hand between his before he
turned her hand palm up and looked up at her.
"Satisfied?" she asked softly.
"In a short while," he let her hand slip away, "Tell me
about -- this plan you mentioned. Why must I father your
child again?"
She glanced at him in such a way that he could see the
spots that dotted the top of her head.
"I told you," she started.
"No. I want the truth," Link demanded quietly, "If I'm to
do this, I want to know for what cause."
"As ever, beloved," Ruto murmured.
"The truth," he sat and waited.
"Now that I'm here with you," she leaned to one side, "I
really don't know what to say."
"Surely you do?" he asked surprised.
"No," Ruto shook her head sadly, "What can I say of a man
not only lost to time, but to himself?"
"What? You're wrong," Link said, "I know who I am."
"Do you?" her bottomless black eyes bore into his, "As
Farore's Champion, your life has been a cascade of past
lives, abandoned friends, and --" she faltered and looked
down, "-- forgotten loves."
Link felt anxiety in her next words, "But what do you
care? Let's hurry and finish so can get back to your Malon."
"No wait," he even surprised himself, "I want to hear you
out."
"Really?" she looked up again.
"Yes. You've the time and I've the need to know."
"If you must."
"I must," he insisted.
"You know," she closed her eyes, "You've never known more
than thiry years before you're called to your duties."
"Duties?" he croaked, "What duties?"
"Combatting the Nemesis," Ruto said plainly, "The
Destroyer. Harbringer of Doom --"
"Has he a given name?" Link grew weary of her elusiveness.
"He did."
"When?"
"Before the first time you fell him."
"I defeated him?"
"Yes," she answered.
"But then why --"
"He returns, always. He's too powerful even for you to
stop."
"Then what about you? Your coven?"
"Even together, we cannot face him," Ruto shook her head,
"It's complicated."
"Then how long have I been doing this?" he was almost
afraid to ask.
"Over a century ago," she stopped while he held his
breath.
"100 years?" he was dazed, "Then that means --"
"You lived at least three lives more than most people,"
she nodded.
"When?" he stuttered, "How?"
She waited for him to calm down.
"How many people --" Link stopped then looked at her,
"When were you?"
It seemed an appropriate question now.
"I was yours," she dipped her head, "Last time."
It seemed a little clearer now. Things made a little more
sense. Somehow, he knew -- but some things still puzzled
him.
"Rue-to," he tilted her chin towards him and saw some very
human tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry I still don't remember,
but --"
"It's not through your fault," she let him dry her tears.
"Then whose?"
Ruto's face hardened, "Saria's."
Of course, he thought. That wanton little green haired
girl at the temple. He suspected he had known of her before,
but what did she do to him?
"Saria," Link said quietly, "Who is she?"
"She was your first," Ruto became haughty and he could see
her nostrils narrow, "Or so she claims."
"You've your differences with her I see," he said
placidly.
"More than you can imagine," the mer-woman said curtly.
"What did she do to me?"
"Changed you," was all the she said.
"How?" he asked.
"It's complicated."
He became thoughtful, "Then I gather -- there were
others?"
"There was Nabooru."
"The one adorned with metals all over?" his voice
registered distaste.
"Yes," Ruto sported a small smile at his expression, "I
never saw what drew you to her."
"Now that I think of it," Link made a face, "I don't know
either."
They both shared a quiet laugh but the crackling of the
flame soon became prevalent again.
"So now what?" he asked, "What of that man who accosted
you a little while ago?"
Her eyes sparkled in the orange glow, "He is one of the
Council's flunkies."
"Council? Of what?"
"Of everything," she said quietly.
"Your masters."
"Only in certain matters."
"Which ones?" he became fascinated.
"It's --"
"-- complicated," Link finished for her.
Ruto's eyes twinkled with a mirth he'd not seen since his
capture.
"What's it got to do with me and you now?" he went on as
if he didn't notice.
She became grave, "Because Council ordered us to set you
free."
"So I won't be called to battle this -- this centuries old
demon," he said relieved.
"Hopefully no. We planned that our descendants --" her
face flushed slightly, "-- will do as you did."
"Each moment of time," he echoed the blue eyed man,
"Happens but once."
"But once," she grew silent.
Link leaned forward and kissed her. Ruto blinked.
"I thought you didn't like me," she said surprised.
"You're right I don't," he said matter-of-factly, "But I
thought you would cry again."
She looked at him confused.
"I would never strike a woman," he said slowly, "Nor would
I cause them grief."
"Oh," flaps on the side of head fluttered slightly, but
Link sensed she was more pleased than alarmed. Indeed, he
thought it was quite endearing.
Did she do that often?
"This will the last time I'll see you, beloved. I shan't
ev--"
"Wait," he cut her off.
"What?" she cocked her head.
"I dunno," he blinked, "But I think -- I think I'm
beginning to remember something."
"Like?" she sounded hopeful.
Link shut his eyes. A faint chorous of memories surfaced
briefly, then faded as another set of waves crashed onto
shore outside. Ruto mistook his silence and was about to
stand when he mumbled something.
"Pardon?"
"Pearls," he said, "You hated me when I gave you that big
pearl."
His mind siezed upon the memory and it played out like a
bad dream.
'Didn't you know it will never grow anymore?'
'But -- but --'
'It's the most horrible thing you could've done! And to
think you killed something that could've lived for so long -
- I hate you!'
Her eyes immediately flooded and tears ran down her smooth
blue cheeks as he grinned like an idiot.
"I didn't know better did I?" Link dried her face as he
did earlier.
"You didn't air-breather," she rested on her haunches and
looked down, her leg fins flicked lightly over the sand.
"Well, for all it's worth, I'm sorry."
Ruto looked up and saw his first true smile since his
ordeal and she finally let out a joyous laugh. He leaned
against the rock wall as she clasped his hands to her
breast.
"I shan't ever ask this again," she vowed, "I promise."
"Yeah," he felt his mouth go dry, "Shall we?"
"Let us," Ruto edged closer and placed a reassuring hand
on him, "And we do what is demanded."
Link felt her hands stray across his face as she brought
his chin up.
"Just once is all that's needed," the mer-woman murmured
as she held his head close to her chest.
"Yeah," he repeated without gusto, "Just -- this -- once."
Ruto released a pent up sigh as his hands pulled off her
satin chemise, exposing her vaguely human breasts. Her
nipples though, bore the same uniform colour of her body.
And the tops of her breasts sported dark colour spots much
like the ones on top of her oblong head. Ruto tired of his
silent examination and let out a soft sigh to let him know
she was ready. Link hesitated only briefly before he pushed
all thoughts of Malon out of his mind and focused on the
task at hand.
He stared deeply into her eyes, thoroughly entranced by
her alien features. His fingers traced them as she closed
her eyes and let him explore. Her webbed hands grabbed a
handful of his hair as best they could before she pressed
forwards and kissed him. Link shuddered inexplicably as her
hands ran down his neck and across his back.
My word, he thought. She's so -- so warm! Quite different
from her appearance.
Link gulped as his pulse began to race. Ruto continued to
plant tender kisses across his face as she straddled his
lap.
"Ungh," she moaned softly as his own hands began to swarm
over her body. Link disengaged from her liplock and he
nuzzled her pert, little titties.
She smells so different, he groaned as he kissed each of
her spotted tits. It's so much saltier and so -- he couldn't
find the words to describe it, but it felt different. But in
a good way.
A very good way.
Excited and encouraged, he nibbled softly on her mono-
coloured nipples, eliciting a gasp from Ruto's lips even as
her own hips began to grind slowly against his body. He
pushed her down far a little bit away from the campfire so
they could proceed with out danger of being burned. She
lifted her hips up slightly so he could slide off the white
strappings which covered her lower half.
"Oh my," Link swallowed hard as gazed at her smooth,
featureless pelvis.
"Something the matter?" she looked at him.
"I'm not sure where --" he started but the blue skinned
seductress gave him a shy smile.
"It's there. It's just very, very, very --" she guided his
hand to her mouth and wetted his fingers one by one, "--
very small."
His eyes grew wide as she moved his hand back to her
marble smooth pubes. She pressed his index finger against a
slight depression in her otherwise flawless blue skin. Link
felt his pulse race as he felt her body begin to tremble.
"Oh -- my --" he sucked in his breath as she gasped.
"Go on," she urged, "P-push."
She can't be serious, he thought. It felt no larger than
the eye of a needle. But she was. Slowly her sphincter
slowly relax under his touch. Needing no more guidance, Link
wriggled his finger until she opened just wide enough to
encompass the tip of his finger.
"Oh, oh, oh, ungh," her eyes were closed as she lay back,
leaving her totally at his mercy.
Freed, her hands snaked up her lithe body and took hold of
her erect nipples. She slid her thin web membranes over
their tops, relishing in the texture of her own soft skin.
Not to be outdone, Link bent over and nuzzled her
featureless belly and she gasped with pleasure.
He never felt so turned on as he continued to push gently
until the first knuckle was immersed in her body. Ruto
groaned and rocked gently against his invading finger. Her
ass was beginning to tremble and the tiny hole was starting
to secrete a sweet smelling juice. Link felt his finger worm
deeper and deeper inside her body as she continued to gyrate
her hips.
"Oh, be-be-be-loved. I --- aaagh," Ruto's voice stretched
as he pushed his finger in until his hand met her polished
ass.
His finger now felt warm and slick as she sighed and
pulled him down for a kiss, however he wasn't about
finished. She gasped when his finger bent slightly backwards
then straightened out again. Her eyes flew wide as he did it
again, but in the opposite direction. Encouraged by her
heavy breathing, he nuzzled the base of her neck and felt
her body spasm each time he crooked his finger.
"Oh! OH! OOG!" her hands tore at his shirt as he began to
twist his finger in tune with its wagging motion. Her cunt
began to quiver uncontrollably as she responded to his
activities. Ruto felt her body buckle under his furious
finger fucking.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" her ass suddenly lurched into the air as
she uttered a pleasured scream.
Link watched his finger pop out her tight, wet hole as she
sagged back into the soft sand, tired and spent. He lifted
his finger and took a cautious whiff of her juice. It
smelled faintly familiar as he rubbed it under his nose and
glanced at the blue skinned woman before him. Ruto looked at
him with shining eyes as she sat up and gave him a deeply
passionate kiss.
"My beloved," was all she could say as she began to pull
off his shirt.
"Now," he murmured. It wasn't a question.
"Yes."
Link watched as her green-grey tongue flicked out and
gently grazed each of his exposed nipples. He shuddered as
she began kissing his body. He groaned as she went even
lower, her hands sliding into his work pants. Ruto freed his
semi-stiff dick from its confines and briefly touched its
tip with her bridgeless nose. Its head peeked out a little
from its sheath, but the redness on its tip signified its
readiness. He shivered with anticipation as she let his dick
rest against the side of her face.
"You're almost ready," Ruto whispered as her tongue
enticed him some more.
A single drop of pre-cum oozed out and she let it sit
there for just a moment before she sipped it past her pale
lips.
"Uffuck. M--more," he begged, "Please."
She acquiesed quickly to his demands and kissed the tip of
his dick several times before she took it into her mouth.
"Uh -- huh -- ungh!" he gasped as she began running his
dick in and out of her oversized head. Ruto's small, pin
like teeth grazed his cock head slightly before she'd just
let his dick rub against the roof of her mouth.
"Augh," Link groaned as he succumbed to her ministrations.
Looking down, he could see she had maybe half a hand
length to go before she would wholly engulf his dick.
"Ungh. C-ca-can you t-ta-take more?" he barely got the
words out before her hands cupped his ass and drove him even
deep into her mouth.
His gritted his teeth as he felt himself on the verge of
cumming. Suddenly, Ruto stopped and sat up. His dick came
out of her mouth with a wet PLOP! He blinked, wondering what
she was up to.
"Lie down," she commanded. Her haughtiness had returned as
quickly as it had gone.
Link did as she ordered and half expected her to mount him
and be done with it. Instead Ruto gave him a weak grin and
laughed nervously.
"Now what ever happens next, don't release your seed unless
you warn me. Understand?"
"Buy what if --"
"No buts!" her voice held a trace of fear, "If you do, I
might choke to death. Do you want to kill me?"
He sensed her trepidation and he wondered what she had in
mind.
"If it's that dangerous, why do it?"
"Because," she hovered over him, "You enjoy it."
"Ruto, I --"
"Don't argue, beloved," she cut him off, "It's getting
soft."
She rocked her neck briefly side to side before she lay
down on her belly with her chin resting on his stomach. His
semi-stiff dick lay to the side of her head.
"What are you doing?" his voice hoarse.
"Just pull me off if you're about to, all right?" she
whispered.
He didn't know what to make of it, so all he could say
was, "Y-y-yeah."
Ruto opened her mouth slightly and backed down towards his
feet.
What in the world, he wondered.
Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation as his dick brushed
against her neck.
What the? His eyes widened when he realized that his dick
had somehow disappeared into the side of her head.
Now, he was scared.
"Rue-t-aouah!" his crossed as he felt his dick get
assaulted by a thousand flailing fingers, each one flicking
over his head and shaft.
The tingling was incredible.
Each one was like a smooth, wet finger but a thousand times
more dynamic in their motion. It was a feeling he was sure no
one -- no, no ordinary woman -- could ever give him. The writhing
went over his dick head as they carressed his shaft; each one
seemed to have a mind of its own. It was like having his dick
touched by a thousand groping fingers at once. All thoughts of
Malon abandoned, he looked down and saw her legs scissor the
sand, making a fan pattern as she began moving in cue with her
bizarre love making.
Oh man, he squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to hold
back. The wet SQUIRT, SLIICH, SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SLIICH of her
motions were driving him mad with lust as he began thrusting
slowly and mildly at first, but as Ruto's eyes closed and
her fins began fluttering in an increasing frenzy, he began
to get bolder, fucking her head like it was an actual cunt.
He could see some of the mysterious flagella grasping his
cock as he poled in and out the side of her head; each one
was bright pink and seemed no larger than his smallest finger.
His eyes widened as he watched his dick become coated with a
sweet smelling, clear gel.
I could get used to this. The plainess of the thought
didn't trouble him the least as he began to buck faster
and fiercer.
Suddenly, Link winced. Fuck. Oh fuck. I'm gonna, gonna --
The mer-woman's eyes grew wide when he suddenly grabbed
her roughly by the shoulders and literally lifted her up as
a sperm geyser blew up in her face.
"MMPHHAAAAAAAUUGH!" Link as his balls unloaded into empty
air. Ruto quickly sensed his frustration and made a grab for
his dick and began milking it for all it was worth. She let
out a playful laugh before another spurt prompted her to
squeal with delight.
"Ooooh!"
Cum kept coming out on her hand in short little spurts as
she kept her gentle tugging motion and whispering over and
over, "Beloved, beloved."
"Aaaah, ha. Hah," the young man could only pant as the
blue skinned seductress lovingly massaged his spent form.
He let out a satisfied groan as Ruto used her thin webbing
to clean the rest of his cum off his dick. Her hands strayed
up Link's chest as he let her down.
"Now, you're ready," she murmured softly as she sat atop
of him.
"So soon?" Link was aghast but his dick was already
responding positively to her ass on his crotch.
"We've not long, remember?" Ruto reminded him.
"Oh," he became troubled again, "Of course."
"Malon." They both said in unison.
Ruto allowed herself a pale smile before she lifted
herself up and Link could see his cock standing more or less
erect.
"Hard," she commented dryly, "But let's make sure shall
we?"
"Wh-what now?" his eyes wide. He didn't know what to
expect.
She didn't bother to answer as she straddled his chest.
Ruto arched back, placing her hands on his shins. Her perky
boobs stood up, defying the stars as her fins began to
flit. Link twitched when he felt her aquatic protrusions
tickle his privates slowly at first, but the rate increased
as he lay back and let her do her best to arouse him. He let
out a satisfied sigh as he cast his gaze downwards at her
smooth cunt.
I'm really going to do this, he thought. Shove my piece of
meat right up into that tiny, tiny -- he groaned mightily
when he thought of Saria back at the temple.
What kind of a monster am I?
At least she's a full grown woman, he gazed at the
wondrous creature on his naked body. He felt his prick
immediately rise at the thought of tearing up that small
pinhole of an opening. Ruto gasped in surprise when he took
one of his fingers and pressed against her marble smooth
flesh. She let out a satisfied hiss as his whole finger slid
in just with a little wriggling and a twist. From there on,
almost no more effort was needed before she began groaning
softly from his attentions.
"Umm," she sucked in a breath as her hips began grinding
slowly against his new motions.
Link marvelled at how fast her pussy became damp and slick
against his simple motion. Was her kind that much more
sensitive there?
"Oh beloved, don't stop!" she cried out, her fin stroking
became more frantic than before, "Don't fucking stop!!"
He was more entranced than shocked by both her language
and her frenzied thrashing. Not willing to wait any longer,
he popped his finger out and reached for her. Ruto sat back
upright as he grabbed her roughly by the waist.
"Beloved?" she asked confused.
"Now," he demanded.
Her normally narrow eyes widened as she realized what he
meant.
Funny that she should be scared now, he paused for only a
moment before more pressing matters came to hand.
"Wait I --- nnghh!" she grunted in mild pain as he pressed
the bloated head of his fuckmeat against her bald pussy.
Damn that's tight, he marvelled. I wonder how we ever --
he stopped when he suddenly realized why her mood changed so
abruptly.
"Tell me," he said in ragged voice, "Tell me you've fucked
me before."
Link felt Ruto's whole body tremble as he began pushing
harder against her cunny.
"Tell me now, dammit. Yes or no, or it'll --" he was torn
between tearing her apart or letting her go.
"No beloved," she finally whispered, "We never got the
chance."
"Wh-what!?" he almost shouted, "You mean we never --?"
"Y-you were always afraid of h-hurting me," she looked at
him with a fear only a woman could muster as he held her
against his throbbing cockhead. He was on the verge of
finally ending this madness and now he finds out about this.
Damn me, he gritted his teeth. I don't want to hurt her.
"What now beloved?" she echoed his thoughts precisely.
"Okay," he stroked the back of her calves where the fins
met her skin, "I -- I think you're doing all right. Just let
me come at you slowly."
"How?" her voice a tad hoarse from their crazed
petting.
"Sit on me," he rasped, "What else?"
Ruto shivered as he rubbed his hands over her breasts in
an attempt to coax her. The two gasped as his cock wedged
open her hole just a little bit.
"Oh my g--" she panted, "Oh - oh - oh - unggh!"
Her legs were quaking from squatting over his body for so
long. Link did his best to hold her up by placing his hands
under her freckled ass, but then again, he wasn't fucking a
normal woman and damned if he knew what to do except let her
guide herself through it. Suddenly she stopped her progress
as if her body refused to take anymore of his cock -- or any
related punishment from it. Try as she might, she couldn't
go down any further.
Shit, he looked at her and saw she was near panic, this is
madness.
Utter madness.
I'll never be able to fit in there, he gulped. He realized
then, why they probably never did this before.
Crazy, he watched as she pressed down a little harder.
This is insane!
Ruto grunted with more effort and his fat dick slowly
eased its way into her puckered hole when suddenly --
"Not so -- fast -- aah!" he barely had time to shout a
warning before she lost control and slipped.
"Oh, I --- aaaaahh -- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Ruto
let out one good scream before her ass went all the way down
on his thick length of meat.
There was no doubt that she was hurt, and hurt badly.
"Damn me," he muttered as he held ber tightly, afraid that
any movement might spur pain. She sobbed loudly as he hugged
her tight, cradling her back and gently urging her to keep
still. Her crying soon lowered to dull whimpering as Link
kissed her tears away.
"I didn't want it this way.'"
"I know. I just --" she gagged slightly from the premature
impalement.
He rocked her gently as he felt her tight little sphincter
slowly relax and accustom itself to his enormous size.
Looking down, he saw how it stretched obscenely around his
big fat dick.
"I'm sorry if I scared you."
He looked up and saw that she wore a mask of dulled pain.
"That's all right," he said quietly, "I'm used to you
scaring me half to death by now."
Ruto managed a weak smile before, "Shall we?"
"Are you sure you can?" Link stroked her pale blue cheeks.
She lowered her head, "The faster this is over, the
better."
"I'll try," he breathed, "Here we go."
Her eyes widened as he held her close and began to rock
slowly in the sand. The next time she screamed, it was much,
much later; and it was more from the pleasure than the pain.
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When elephants quarrel,
it is the grass that suffers.
-- Kikyu Proverb
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The incessant chirping of crickets echoed throughout the
glade as Saria cautiously made her way forward. Her wide
green eyes flicked about nervously, searching for signs of
hidden danger. Her beautiful face was tense with exertion as
she pushed past the colourful, bobbing posies that bounded
the path. A short distance off, a gargatuan tree sat in the
middle of a clearing; a king amongst a court of grass and
leaves.
As Saria drew closer to the forgotten hulk, she began to
whisper in a hurried tone, "Da'a'sha'mu. E'sai Kai'sa'kyr."
A soft green glow briefly surrounded her tiny frame as the
spell came and went in the blink of an eye.
Good, she breathed a sigh of relief. Had there been an
abnormality, the spell that was just invoked would have
alerted her immediately.
Satisfied, Saria murmured her arcane tongue once more.
Passing her arms in the air before her, an eerie hush fell
over the immediate area.
Gazing up at the gnarled tree before her, the green haired
girl closed her eyes and mumbled a muted thanks to the
powers that be.
"And may I be forgiven for what will transpire."
She looked down at the small artefact in her hands. The
ocarina appeared exactly as it did when she put it into his
shaking hands ages past.
So long ago, and in a place so far away. Saria sat,
huddled on a big springy toadstool. Ancient memories of
conversation came to mind. She didn't want to distract
herself from the task before her, but she did not wish to
forget what had transpired in the woods long before. Those
memories and the ocarina she now held were all that she had
left of her true love.
And when the task was complete, the ocarina would -- nay,
*must* be destroyed lest the blue-eyed man seize it and use
it as evidence against her in the presence of that cursed
Council. All that she'll have left of him will be what lay
buried deep in her mind. And eventually, even those memories
shall fade.
She felt her eyes sting as the moment came back in a rush.
'I knew. I knew it had to come one day.'
He stood mute and silent against the gaping black entrance
which lead to the world outside. It was as she had always
feared, as it had been fortold by the Great Deku Tree.
'I'll be back. I promise.'
'Will you? Really?' Saria's lips curled as she was tempted
to laugh over her own naivity.
'Of course.' His boyish zeal shown through as he tried to
cheer her. 'I'll come back and show you I'm way better than
that Mido, too!'
Even then, the girl within her had to smile.
Oh Link, she cried softly. Had you only known what lay
ahead.
Perhaps of the portent or because of it, she had taken her
ocarina with her when she saw him off.
As a gift.
'Take this to remember me by.'
And he did.
For you to keep it so long, Saria wiped her face with her
sleeve.
A testament of what?
Of your loyalty, or of your ignorance?
She pushed the thought out of her mind as she tried to
focus.
I love you, and that's all that matters.
All that *will* matter, in a few more moments.
Don't second guess yourself, Saria's face tightened with
determination.
"No doubts," she murmured as she bent over the reflecting
pool at the base of the dead hulk.
The green haired sage extended a dimutive finger to probe
its shallow depths. Despite the state of things nearby, the
pond was deceptively clear and unsaddled by detritus. Saria
continued to stir its waters with her fingers. Her eyes were
closed and her lips were mumbling an intricate working. The
water rippled slightly to her esoteric motions; it only
began to burble when the green haired girl began to murmur
in her arcane tongue.
One slip up now and shan't be a trace, physical or
otherwise, left of her in this glade.
"Al'sal'yih," her lips trembled though her voice remained
clear.
"Al'sal'kl'sa Jo'nou'm'skhe," she recited as the water
suddenly froze in mid-splash.
"Al'ksi'yih Jo'nou'm'kair," Saria produced a small clay
ocarina and held it tightly against her breast.
"Spirits of Forest, heed my call," she intoned, "Hear your
servant as she beseeches you."
Her small frame rocked to and fro as she continued, "Span
the plains you call space."
Saria took in a breath, "Cross the river you call time."
"Reveal to me those who hold within them the hearts of the
valorous."
"And," her next words came out a bare whisper, "With the
will of a hero."
The sage took the ocarina to her lips and blew an ancient
song, its melancholy chord echoing through the small space
in spite of the silence ward she had put up earlier.
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----0-------0-------------0-------0-------0---
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The water frothed like a dog gone mad, but gave her no
sign she could read. Saria again did her motions and recited
her spell, and again did the pond boil and bubble with no
results. Save one.
The one person she *didn't* want for this undertaking.
Again she tried, and again the same face. His boyish face
was one she didn't relish seeing now.
No, no, no, she seethed. There must be more. Another
candidate.
She kept up her efforts for over an hour, perhaps more.
Time, as her fellow sage had said, truly had no effect here.
Exhausted, Saria stood and stared up at the dead hulk. Her
face weary and gaunt.
What have I done wrong?
"What is it you want?" she asked it.
The tree gave no answer.
"Tell me what I've done wrong?!" she shouted, "TELL ME!!"
The silence ward erected earlier was shattered in an
instant, unable or unwilling to bear the brunt of her anger.
Without a thought, Saria hurled the ocarina with all the
strength her kind had. She looked on with horror as the
instrument shattered against the thick trunk.
"N-no," she stumbled, wide-eyed and silent towards the
base of the tree.
The girl fell on her hands and knees, her hands shaking as
she collected the broken shards. A sense of hopelessness
washed over her as she hugged the shattered artefact.
"No," a desperate croak was all she could muster.
Now what, she cried. What to do?
Saria let the pieces fall to the wet dirt and stared at
them in forlorn hope that they would put themselves back
together. But they lay still and unmoving. No hope there.
Then she saw it. A tiny corner sticking out from under the
tree's roots. Curious, she moved aside some earth to reveal
more. It looked to be a box, buried either hastily or
deliberately, so that it may be found.
The box's finish had long since eroded from its burial and
its lock easily crumbled at her touch.
"A book?" she wondered aloud when she lifted the lid.
What was it doing here? Surely no one save me could --
Saria froze as her eyes read the title: Ersatz Methods and
Rituals for Trans-dimensional Scrying, Seerage, and Other
Applications of Divination, Eighty-Seventh Edition.
"By Doctor Gemma Turio," she read aloud.
A piece of parchment stuck out noticeably from the top of
the tome. Carefully opening the book to the page, the tiny
sage took up the note and read it:
Salutations Saria
Should you find this book and read this note
then the ocarina is no more, as was forseen.
Take this and do what you require. You will find
a dozen black crystals in this box as well.
They are artefacts by which you can safely by-
pass the laws and limits enforced by those you
will come to know as the Council. Use them wisely.
It may not make sense to you now, nor does to
me at the moment. But know this: I have always
trusted your judgment and though I have never
said so aloud, I love you regardless of what may
transpire, or where I end my days after this war.
Always & Forever, Link, KCHMRD
He knew, her eyes welled up. He knew all along.
Saria bit her lip, but her tears fell regardless. The mark
he tagged with his signature clearly revealed his identity.
Knight-Commander of Her Majesty's Royal Dragoons. It was
during his first life, when he was still hers and they
performed their duties as Seer and Hero.
It was, and still is, her heart's deepest desire.
But something went awry in the last moments of their
campaign against the Evil One. The ocarina that was meant
for his destruction was turned against those who stood
against the demon. Crippled, but not lost, her true love had
seized the artefact in the beast's hour of triumph and
pushed them both into the anomaly that formed.
An act which cost him his very life.
She screamed then, as she would now had she the courage to
witness it all again. He had martyred himself, protecting
her, and the world they both loved. His duty as Hero deemed
it necessary, should the need arise. In her grief, Saria
thought the episode was over when in fact it was only a
strange new beginning.
The evidence was slow to come at first, and many of her
peers dismissed it as fallout from Evil's destruction. But
soon, the unravelling began. And it soon grew to a level
alarming enough to attract a certain blue-eyed man and his
faceless, formless superiors.
Saria looked down at the tome's pages. They were yellow
and faded with age and smelled faintly of mould. Yet she
couldn't help but find cause to laugh again as she thumbed
through the text.
Perhaps he too, had been privy to the portent. If she
remembered correctly, Link himself had an audience with the
Great Deku Tree before his departure. Or perhaps he sifted
through her notes and scrolls as she lay asleep after their
love-making, hoping to gain some insight into the future.
Their future.
He knew. He always had.
"And he loved me," Saria said softly as she turned another
leaf, "Loves me still."
Perhaps a question best not asked now; she dismissed it
quickly. All that matters are these things he has left me.
Her eyes suddenly grew wide and her smile fell -- the next
page was marked up with a bright red ink.
'Important!' it said, 'Read this passage. This may be the
one.'
"Oh Link," Saria sighed wanly, "You're still treating me
like a little girl."
She curled up on the toadstool and began studying in
earnest.
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An wizened old man stood in the center of a well lighted
chamber. This was no ordinary room, for the walls were cast
of pure, unflawed crystals. Some of the larger pieces
protruded out into the interior space, forming cut-walls and
on some occasions broken off from the main body to form
gleaming partitions of unequal height and length.
The man's face reflected and refracted off the many
facets; his robes were telling of one who was accustomed to
living as royalty, though now he was beyond even them.
A wave of his hand brought up a ghostly image of a
familiar glade with a great silent tree. He watched the
green haired sage for a moment before he turned away and let
the image fade.
He had seen enough.
He knew what would transpire next.
For he had forseen it; even a thousand years before the
man's birth, he had known this would be the greatest,
though not final time of confrontation with the one they
call Ganondorf Dragmire.
To know what was to come, the old man reflected darkly. It
must be a curse upon those who hold this station.
A crystalline bowl levitated slowly up to waist height. He
dipped his hands into the clear water and splashed it upon
his face. Even sages needed to keep sanitary, and sane.
Sanity.
He had to cling to it.
It was all he could do as he bade Impa off to see the
results of the ill-planned, ill-conceived birthing plot she
had hatched. He had warned her before that it had little
chance of success, but inwardly, he knew what was to come.
Perhaps his affection he harboured for the Sage of Shadow
clouded his judgement, persudaing him to stand aside while
she plotted and planned to no avail.
It did not matter now.
The shackles that chained the beast were now broken from
centuries of neglect. It something to do with their waning
power, although he was not sure what.
He saw much in the term of his service, but he was not
omniscient.
Presently, a reddish glow filled the chamber. Its bloody
hue drew little attention from the man until it materialised
before him.
"You asked for me, old friend?"
"Yes, indeed I have Darunia."
The big sage cocked his brutish head as his fellow
continued.
"Time grows short for me."
"For us all, Rauru," Darunia corrected respectfully.
The old one's bushy brow quirked to see his comrade
better.
"Hmph, perhaps," he ambled next to a large crystal.
"I have my forces at the ready," the brown creature
rumbled, "Should we need them."
"In time, my friend," Rauru straightened and left the
vicinity of the floating sink, "They will be summoned when
the time arises."
"As always," Darunia bowed, "Is there more to be done?"
"Aye, yes. The boy," the old man sighed wearily, "Is still
a boy."
"An unfortunate turn of events."
"When the time comes," Rauru acknowledged, "I am afraid he
may not be prepared."
"What else can be done, except for us to wait and see?"
"I wish you equip him properly."
Darunia bore a confused look, "The Master Sword must be
earned each time by the Hero himself, and no other --"
"I meant with something more of a mundane nature," Rauru
held up a wrinkled finger, "Magical, but --"
"Mundane. I understand."
Darunia nodded and departed in a flash.
"It will do him no good," a voice said quietly from the
corner, "Nor us for that matter."
"We do what we are destined to," Rauru turned about to
face Nabooru.
The olive skinned woman had covered herself from head to
toe in a white kaftan. Along with the veil and hood, the
wardrobe did well to conceal her features, but they did not
hide her angry golden eyes.
"And I am destined to mine," her hiss was evident past the
fabric.
"Aye," Rauru looked at her with great sadness, "As must
I."
"You are brave as you are foolhardy, ancient," Nabooru
nodded gravely, "To face the future knowing you cannot
change it."
"For the sake of others unlike us."
"Always," the golden eyes dimmed at his words.
"Thus we serve," the old man fiddled with an errant
sleeve, "Go now. And may the Three protect you from his touch."
The slender woman bowed and departed, leaving the Sage of
Time alone to his silent vigil.
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Saria sat silent, her frame shaking not from the cold but
from the information within the spellbook. She looked down
to make sure she read it correctedly.
Dear heavens, her eyes quickly snapped away. It was.
The girl chewed her lip as she wondered why of all things.
Could he have known? Surely he knew what was being asked?
No, she finally decided. He would never have been able to
understand the scripture to that level. Only the initial
snippets and perhaps the introductory paragraph.
'An easy, simple working. Fit for the weak and strong-
minded alike,' her eyes perused the first section once more,
'Requires no additional tools save the caster himself;
highly recommended by the author and many in the trade.'
That was what Link could understand, Saria sniffed. What
he didn't know of was what came after that sentence.
'The spell involves transmuting states from one of
euphoria to a hallucination. To this end, the simplest way
to proceed is to acheive orgasm.'
Saria closed the book and put it aside. She had seen
enough.
If there was another way, she had yet to find one. All the
rituals described within required materials and tools for
which she possessed no knowledge of, or possessed not at
all.
And that left only the one recourse, the one he had
circled for her.
I can't do this, the girl was doubtful. It meant that I
had to --
Her head drooped. But how else can I achieve what needs to
be done? All of this was -- no, is my fault. Failing to
secure victory at the very start, then failing to win him
back with honeyed words. And ultimately destroying the very
object in a spite of anger; an object which could have
saved us all. She looked up at her dead patron with teary
green eyes.
At the very least, she thought. I can do what is expected
-- for once.
He would have loved me no less if I did not, but surely he
would've loved me more if I had.
If. So many "if's," she hid her face from the world.
But if I am to do this, Saria felt her insides ring
hollow, then I must do it now. Before it's too late.
B-b-b-b-but -- I -- don't -- want -- to.
Not without my love.
I see it now, she drew her knees up. How he felt when I
forced him.
"Forgive me, Link," the girl cried, "I'm so sorry!!"
Presently a fawn, drawn to the scent of sweet fungi and
the aura that all Kokiri exude stumbled into her midst. Its
large brown eyes regarded the weeping fey-child with
curiosity before its thirst and hunger drove it to come
nearer.
It sniffed the air, then the water by the dead Deku tree
cautiously before it partook a drink. Its thirst quenched,
the fawn began sniffing the toadstool Saria was sitting on.
Alerted to another presence, the green-haired girl ceased
her crying and wiped her face clean with her sleeve.
"D-don't eat that, little friend," Saria gently pushed the
fawn's nose away from the venomous fungi.
The young deer gave a mute snort and tried to find
something else. But the damp grasses didn't hold its
approval, so it began to stray back to the big toadstool.
"Don't you understand?" Saria whispered with concern,
"This is not fit to eat."
The fawn tried getting its head around the girl's hands,
but she didn't let up.
"You're so persistent," the tiny sage sighed deeply, "Just
like Link."
She conjured a small cube of salt. The deer sniffed
cautiously, decided it edible, and proceeded to eat from her
hand. The saliva began to work away the cube and an angry
crack formed soon after, splitting the white brick in twain.
Saria smiled weakly as the little beast eagerly nudged
closer to finish its meal.
"You're really hungry aren't you?" she nudged the broken
pieces towards the fawn's mouth.
The petite creature lapped her offering blissfully. Saria
giggled softly as its tongue ran over her childish hands and
licked them clean. Wanting more, it began to run its wet
tongue over her skinny arms.
"Ah, hold on there," she laughed, "I'll have more for you
in a moment."
The deer, not understanding her tongue, began to lick her
face.
"Agh!!" Saria flinched, not prepared for the fawn's
determination.
I'd better give it what it wants, else I --
She shuddered as a thought came to her.
It's not him, but it *is* living, breathing -- and
available at the moment.
Saria paused as the deer looked up and began sniffing the
air again.
Wh-what am I thinking, she shuddered. I-i-i-if I'm to do
this with a ---
She felt her ears burn with a shame she hadn't felt in a
long time.
Oblivous to her dilemma, the deer began to nibble at the
edges of the red and yellow toadstool.
"NO! Don't!!" Saria's shout startled the deer and it was
about to bolt when it froze and stared blankly at the sage
in its midst.
"E-e-easy there," she toned down her voice, "Easy now."
Saria produced another serving of salt, but this time she
set it down for her animal friend.
"Easy there. It'll be all right," the green-haired girl
petted the fawn with shaking hands, "N-no harm will come to
you at all."
Just me, she lamented. Should I fail to find what I seek.
She unbuckled her belt and felt the familiar green fabric
slide off her satin smooth skin.
No doubts, she closed her eyes and removed the rest of her
clothing.
Laying on the cool, damp earth, Saria took a dash of the
salt pile on the ground and sprinkled it across her legs.
She hesitated briefly, then conjured some more loose salt
and sugar. The girl spat lightly into her hands and rubbed
them together. She began to spread the wetted condiments to
various parts of her body. Pressing down softly between her
legs, she was startled and shocked that she was already damp
there.
Have I no shame, she felt like standing up and dropping
this whole scheme. First seducing a married man, and now
this!?
No. Have no doubts, she repeated to herself. Do what must
be done.
She lay down and recited the rhyme within the tome.
"Al'sheego Muy'atkai Donai'ich'sidir," her skin developed
goose bumps from the chill and the fearful anticipation of
something familiar -- and yet to be done so bizarrely.
"Molokai Tau'eshuuda D'danse Dar'ekkudda," her eyes closed
as she chanted the next part, "Take me Oh Great Messenger,
Watchman of All Things."
"Show me those peoples of whom I seek; show me those
places that I wish to know, and in return, this act of
carnage, indeed this body that lis here--" Saria blinked
away her tears, "-- will be offered for your pleasure."
"H-heed me," she whispered weakly, "And take me in trade
for the vision you bestow."
The working prepared, all she had to do now, was wait.
The fawn's ears twitched from the mumblings, but paid them
no heed as it finished off the pile of crystals on the
ground. Seeing its benefactor still and unmoving, it was
about to leave when it captured the wondrous scent of salt
and sex coming from the tiny body spread open and willing
before it. Its hunger still unabated, the little fawn stood
over Saria and paused, unsure what was to be done.
The green-haired girl parted her eyes slightly and saw its
confusion. She reached up and gently cradled the young
deer's head. It reared slightly, but cooperated as she
guided it down to her flat bosom. Instinct soon took over
and it began to lick the grains. She gasped as she felt the
fawn's touch against her warm skin.
Oh -- my --
The deer ran its rough tongue over her child-like breasts,
covering her with wet, messy animal spit.
"Ugff, I -- unh --"
Her eyes closed once more as her hands ran across the
fawn's face; she envisioned his handsome blue eyes gazing
down upon her; his well-built shoulders silhouetted in the
dim light; his back arching, bucking as he feverishly kissed
her here and there; Link's gentle nipping was always what
she looked forward too. Saria used her hands to guide the
fawn, eniticing it to work up and down her childish body.
"Uh -- I -- huhh -- no -- uhh --" she panted with
excitement as she reluctantly reached up for its privates.
Sure enough, it was there. Long, and thick, and slowly
hardening to her touch. Save for the short fur, she could
not have told the difference between the deer's cock and
Link's cock. As they were, both would barely fit inside her
while soft.
She definitely needed a little help.
"E-asy -- th-there -- my -- fr-iend," Saria sighed as she
gently pressed down on the fawn's head, enticing it to lick
her baby smooth pubes.
Its muted bleating was nothing compared to the sounds
emanating from Saria's throat.
"Aaah, there," she felt her mind stray and relax as it
worked over her, "That's it, my love. Rrr-ight -- there --
ohhhh."
Juices were beginning to ooze out from her rapidly
widening cunt, filling the air with a sweet-smelling musk
that entranced the deer. The flavourful gush had enough of a
briny taste to make it keep up its forceful nuzzling; that
freed Saria's hands to do other things besides play tour
guide. She grazed her nipples with one hand while she began
to buck her pre-pubescent hips upwards towards the lapping
tongue. She put some fingers of her other hand into her
mouth to savor the scent of the beast-dick that would soon
enter her.
"Oh gummhhh --" she mimicked her forest friend and began
licking each digit with a wondrous zeal she never thought
she had.
It was nothing special; just different. Just not his.
Panting breathlessly, she felt like wrapping her legs
around the fawn's head, but that might do more harm than
good. It would endanger the working and the animal. At the
very least it make this incredible feeling stop.
Craning her head up, she saw the salt and sugar grains
almost gone or dissolved. Her whole body was covered by and
reeking of animal saliva. Feeling the time was right, she
got off the ground and put herself atop an adjacent
toadstool.
Now or never, her mind blabbered. It's now -- or never.
Saria murmured a few short words and a giant glob of
thick, golden honey materialized in her hand. Drawing the
amber fluid across her throat and around her neck, the
forest-girl wafted the honey coated hand before the fawn's
wet nose. Her heart skipped a beat as she lured its lapping
tongue to its destination. With her free hand, she gently
took hold of its fuck-tool.
"T-take me my sweet," Saria was still envisioning her
lost love, "Love me once more."
The fawn's head pressed into the nape of her neck as the
sage drew her short, little legs as best she could around
its hindquarters. She felt the fuzzy sheathe slowly recede
to reveal the big, fat dick of her beastial lover, and the
feeling of anticipation made her heart beat even faster. The
swollen tip was larger than she wanted, but it wasn't like
Link's wasn't any bigger than this small deer's. Indeed,
what his lacked in girth, he made up for in length -- in
abundance.
"Ughh -- I -- aah -- ulp!" she swallowed hard and gritted
her teeth as it began to pierce her slowly, painfully.
"Nnngkhh!" her eyes formed tears as the fawn sunk in
deeper and deeper.
Her breaths came out alarmingly short as she felt the
beast's weight settle on top of her. The girl's eyes and
mouth formed three big "O's" as the fawn's unbending prick
began to expand to incredible thickness inside her small,
tight pussy.
"Oggh, ooogh, ooooohh!"
Tears and spit mixed at the side of the tiny sage's face
as she struggled to cope with the impossibility of the task
upon her.
"The Three help me," she coughed hoarsely, barely able to
breathe.
Saria felt trapped, crushed, and aphyxiated at the same
time. The young animal, having dispensed with hunger, now
felt the urge to fuck this small fleshpot which lay beneath
it. Though sexually immature, the underlying instinct was
still present and was not to be underestimated.
"A-a-a-a-aaah!" Saria's eyes widened like saucers when the
fawn began to buck its hips.
"Aaahh -- aaghh --- Aauugh!" she sputtered for air as her
grip loosened on her four-legged lover.
The beast paid no attention to her cries of pain as it
began to pummel her bare pussy in a way only an animal would
understand. She tried to kick off the fawn with her feet,
but the size made it impossible; instead it only increased
the discomfort she was in.
"AAAUUGGH!!" Saria let out a frightful shriek as she felt
her insides sear with fiery pain.
AAAAAUGWAAAAAAAA!" she tore up the grass beside her in an
effort to get free.
"No! Stop!! It's too fast! Stop!! I'm telling you stop!
Stop!! STOOOPP!! AAAAEEEEYYEYEEE!!"
Her protests fell on deaf ears as the deer continued to
fuck her like a modern-day jackhammer. It took all her
effort just to use her legs to dampen the blows she was
receiving. Pinned and helpless, the girl wondered how much
more punishment could she take before something terrible
would happen. The toadstool which she lay upon was quite
moist and springy. Each thrust the fawn made garnered an
equal but opposite reaction when it raised its hips. The
violent bouncing though, was having a telling effect on the
tiny sage.
"Ogg-oggaw-urk-ookf--URP!!" Saria choked back the urge to
vomit as the deer continued its crazed fucking.
She felt her hair being pulled mightily by her attacker;
in its frenzy, the deer began to buck and writhe in furious
motions. Each manic spasm drove its shaft deeper into the
girl's unbelievably sore cunt. Her legs finally tired, fell
to the sides and left her wide open to even deeper
penetration.
"Aaauuoorgggp!" she felt bile tickle the top of her throat
as the deer rammed further.
Her wits at an end, she gnashed her teeth and tried make
the best of things -- but it was difficult to say the least.
Remember, you must feel pleasure for this to work.
Concentrate, she told herself. Lie still. And enjoy it.
Enjoy it, you wanton slattern.
She began crying anew as the comment struck her as proper
and fitting.
============================================================
Well, the only other person to apply was Moe Syzlak.
And frankly, his stuff scares the hell out of me . . .
How can anyone call THAT making love?
-- Principal Skinner, The Simpsons
============================================================
Link suddenly jerked awake and found himself staring into
Malon's inquisitive green eyes. She gave him a sour look as
he fought to stay awake.
"Uhh," he sat up and remembered what he was doing: the
music box and its parts lay on the table exactly as he left
them.
He was about to say something more when he stopped, last
night's events coming back in a horrific rush. He gulped and
let her chew him out.
". . . you should've known better than to stay up so late
with that contraption."
"Sorry," he only mumbled, "Th-that was stupid of me."
His wife only sighed as she dragged a bucket of water to
the kettle. Seeing her struggle, he stood and took over.
"Well, I'm glad you haven't forgotten what you've got to
do," she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
"Yeah," he grunted as he poured the water into the pot.
Seeing her more lively, he blurted, "I'm glad you feel
better."
"Hmph," Malon said groggily, "Told you not to worry. Now
come on, we've lots to do."
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"What --" a towering figure intoned in an icy voice,
"-- are the status of the incursions?"
An unseen voice answered him.
:: moments ceased; residual impulses detected ::
The blue-eyed man partook of his smoking black reed before
he exhaled a thin acrid white stream of vapor from his cold,
pallid lips.
"Confirm that there were only two incidents?"
:: affirmative ::
"Confirmed location Saen-Terra."
:: affirmative ::
"Confirmed location --" his black gloved hands flexed
instinctively before he continued, "-- Gamhe Four."
:: affirmative ::
"Detestable," was all he said. Then, "Confirm the presence
of sub-leakage in --"
He waved his hands over the floating glyphs hovering before
him. The glowing symbols flickered in a rythmic tempo like that
of a flittering insect, speaking to the man in its own cryptic
language.
:: sub-leakage on adjacent worlds detected ::
A brief chime, then
:: warning -- sub-leakage detected on Govus Nine ::
And again
:: warning -- sub-leakage detected on Samill Two ::
"Log incidences and continue to monitor for temporal breach."
:: acknowledged ::
He took another drag from his reed and settled into a state
of mute contemplation. His cobalt blue eyes wandered over
each of the heavy arches around him. Each was formed by a
great mass of dense rock, standing thrice taller than any
large man, being thick at the base and thinning near the top.
Oddly enough, where the keystone would be there was nothing,
making these constructions a bizarre design. Runes of unearthly
origins were inscribed on all the arches; before each was a
smooth stone block cut from the same rock as the arches.
Seen from above, the arches and blocks were laid out with
deliberate precision. The cocentric pattern was apparent only
from the air, or to the trained eye. A dilletante wanderer would
only see the place as a jumble of haphazard monoliths and
overgrown vegetation.
This place was known only to a select few, and even fewer
knew of its purpose -- the blue-eyed man being one.
A soft blue light mumured into existence between one of the
arches. More of an anomaly than a light however, as the world
itself seemed to shift and buckle underneath the strain of the
anomaly. Much like before, the disturbance was regarded
by the solitary observer without alarm or concern, merely
annoyance as a slim form emerged from the ripple.
Completely covered in a white caftan, the stranger's flicked
her golden eyes about to gather her surroundings before an
icy voice received her arrival.
"State your business woman, else remove yourself from my
presence."
Nabooru spun herself around, coming face to face with a
towering figure shrouded in the darkest of cloth. Startled,
but not completely caught off guard, she uttered her request.
"I seek your aid old one," Nabooru fell to her knees.
"My aid?" the man's tone was callous and hollow, "Or Council's
aid?"
The young sage answered promptly, "Your aid, Star Killer."
Greylorn's face did not show the slightest emotion as he
said, "That was another time, another place. Call me not by the
name chosen for me by those who conquer."
Nabooru dipped her head, "Forgive me, but I know of no other
name by which to address you."
The cloaked man seemed to dwell on her words for a moment before
he replied, "Then you may call me what you wish."
She lowered her head further, nearly touching the ground.
"State your business woman," Greylorn took a drag of his sickly
think reed and blew out a stream of chalk white smoke.
"I seek vengeance mighty Star Killer," Nabooru phrased her words
with care, "But against a man."
The dark man only blew a stream of smoke in her direction and
did not acknowledge her tantrum.
She pulled off her coif and face shawl, "Will you grant me this -
this respite?"
"And what do you intend to offer in return?" the man paused
briefly, then, "Provided I accept?"
Nabooru's face flinched for only a moment. She had come with
the knowledge she would be required to bargain with those who
shaped cosmic affairs. The sage had steeled herself for this
moment already.
"My eternal servitiude," Nabooru paused, then decided to press
her case, "To the Council, but to you foremost."
The cloaked man did not reply immediately; instead he made an
effort to prolong the burning of his dark reed with short, shallow
drags. Nabooru stood by patiently as she watched him savour the
last wisps of the acrid smoke that swirled about his form.
When he finally spoke, his voice was hollow, and lacking emotion.
"Who is the target of your attention, little one?"
"It is the Lord of the Wastes," Nabooru replied calmly, "The
one who calls himself 'Ganondorf Dragmyre'."
"I see. And his crime against you?"
The sage's eyes, hard as they were, could not conceal the anguish
within as she spoke.
"Genocide."
The man levelled his cold, dead gaze at the slim woman. In spite
of her divine nature, Nabooru was trembling with silent rage. The
stranger pointed his burnt reed at her quaking form.
"Yet you still live."
Nabooru hesitated, expecting more. The reply became obvious when
the man turned away to tend to another stone panel.
"You do not accept then?" she found her hands curling into fists.
"No."
"Coward," she hissed the word before she could stop herself.
The blue-eyed man half turned in her direction, "Such blind
determination. You would do well in learning the truth behind your
tribe's misery."
"I know the cause," Nabooru's eyes thinned appreciably, "And it
is one of my fallen kin."
"If you take that as fact, then dispose of your bretheren yourself."
"If it were so easy, do you not think I would have slew him myself?"
"If it were so easy," the cloaked stranger gave her a dry chuckle,
"As powerful as you and your compatriots are, you are not invincible;
nor should I stress, is this 'Dragmyre'."
"What good are your words, if we cannot even land a blow?" Nabooru
scoffed, "Had the Circle of Sages been able, we would have destroyed
him long ago."
"A good thing you did not."
"You aim to provoke me?" Nabooru said in defiance, "I will not be
drawn to your lies."
"Oh how little do you know of the cosmos, little one," the stranger
rasped coldly, "Even the man you seek to destroy knows more than you,
and yet, his knowledge is infinitesimal compared to what exists --"
He turned to face her, "-- and what does not."
"Then tell me," the sage snorted, "Tell me what plans you have for
us, for our world."
"I cannot," the reply was simple.
"Spin your lies elsewhere, and to another more naive," Nabooru
turned to leave, "I've enough of you."
"Go then, child," the stranger's words were crowded by the din of
the distortion that formed.
As the young sage stepped into the ripple to depart, the man
uttered his final words, "And may you believe what you wish."
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Hmph, she's not back, he sighed to himself. Link let the
bundle of hay drop on the cobbled ground. He pushed aside
the cheese cases and other stuff on the cart-bed before he
hauled up the load he just dropped.
"What a day," he let a satisfied sigh. He was elated he
didn't have to do this for another two days. He hated the
hay run. Sure they were lighter than the milk jugs and
cheese cases, but he absolutely detested the itchiness
brought on when the loose fluff flew into his shirt. Link
leaned rather dejectedly against the wagon and rubbed his
sides.
There, it's starting, he soured. Hopefully, Malon'll let
me off to go fishing afterwards. Despite her cold, she had
accompanied him to work up a sweat.
'It shudde be good for me,' she had sniffed and clambered
on the cart with him.
Link stood and stretched for a moment before his eyes fell
to a scrap of paper nailed to the side boards of the cart.
What in the world, he wondered. I didn't see this earlier.
He held it up and read it: "Come to the Temple, beloved."
"Aw shit," Link was aggravated enough to say it aloud.
He lowered his arm, wanting the passing wind to take the
note away but not before he felt his anger rise.
What the hell do they want now?
Aren't they done with me? Link eyed the note again and
sucked in a breath.
Beloved.
Only one of the coven called him by that, he gritted his
teeth. Perhaps last night's meeting was only a prelude of
things to come.
Seeing his wife had not yet returned, he decided to risk
it and get this over with. It was better than having one of
them come unexpectedly to the house again.
************************************************************
The temple's doors stood wide apart, bidding the scrawny
young man to enter. Link was careful now. He took measured
steps to be sure he wouldn't be tricked into doing anything
foolish like last time. Especially not with that witch
Saria.
He stopped just short of the altar, not willing to go any
further. They were here. He could feel it in his bones.
Drawing a deep breath, and what remained of his bravery,
he called out, "What do you want?!"
When no one answered, Link tried once more to draw out his
tormentors.
"I've done what you asked, now leave me in peace!"
"If things were indeed that simple brother, you need not
be here," a low rumbling snapped him around.
"Wh-what are you?" Link stood aghast at the creature
before him.
"Do you not recognize me brother?" the large thing
gestured with its brutish hands.
"Should I?" the young man said with some fear, "Were you a
friend or foe?"
"A bond brother," the man-beast bared its teeth.
Link felt his knees weaken. To fight this brute was not an
appetizing thought.
"Darunia," the creature introduced itself. It wore a
simple cloak of burgundy, shrouding all its features except
the head. Link thanked the Three for such small favours
and stepped forth cautiously.
"So it was you who wrote me?" he asked.
"Aye."
"B-but it said 'beloved'," he cringed at the thought.
"Ah that," Darunia let out a low chuckle, "It was at her
behest that I speak to you about your -- duties. Ruto's
feelings for you are well known by all."
Link relaxed as the earthen skinned hulk elaborated.
"As is yours for her."
"I've a wife," the Hylian said, as if it explained all.
"Ah, Malon," it hung its enormous head then murmured just
barely audible, "Pity."
"What did you say?"
Darunia's eyes gazed at him levelly, "'Tis nothing."
"If it's nothing," Link felt his patience tested, "Then
why'd do you ask me here?"
"I shall be blunt; all is not well."
"How do you mean? I've done as Ruto asked --"
"Such matters," Darunia corrected, "are not simple."
Link sagged, "Now what? Are you telling me I've got more
to do for you? Why? Why me? Don't you all have the power to
do anything besides making a man miserable?"
"Take heart brother," Darunia said quietly and knelt
beside him, "It was your sworn duty to do as we see fit."
"Well, I don't want to anymore," Link looked up with
defiance, "Ask someone else to be your lackey."
"The choice," the big creature shook its head, "Is not
yours."
"You can't make me."
"Aye, I know," Darunia stood, "But in the end, you will do
the right thing. 'Tis your nature."
"Then you're here to convince me otherwise? Is that it?"
"Aye."
"Sorry," Link turned to leave when the creature's rumbling
voice called to him.
"Take this at least."
"I don't want any gifts," Link waved without looking back,
"Leave me alone."
The temple's doors slammed with such force, he let out a
high pitched womanly shriek.
"Wh-what are doing?" he shouted, "You could've killed
me!!"
"I grow tired of you," Darunia drew a shiny sword from the
depths of his cloak, "And your cowardice -- 'brother'."
"If you do not wish to discharge your duty, so be it," the
beast snarled, "I've not the will to see this kingdom, this
world die for your lack of spirit."
The young man cowered as he watched the creature advance
at him.
"Take it," Darunia threw the blade to the ground and
turned away in disgust, "When time comes for you to wield
it, I pray to the Three that you can, coward."
The hulk vanished in a furious ball of red light, leaving
Link alone and scared in the empty temple. It took him
several minutes before he could feel his legs again. He
stood and pushed against the huge doors. The rotting timbers
let light and sounds through, but with the temple's
remoteness, it seemed unlikely anyone would hear his calls
for help for days.
Damn my curiosity, Link looked around for something to
break the door with. His eyes fell to the sword on the
ground.
I hope it's strong enough, Link eagerly clapsed the handle
and lifted.
"Whoa," he almost tripped and fell over, amazed that it
the weapon was so light.
It was incredible; he expected a sword to have weighed
more. It was as if he was wielding a stylus and no more.
Link let out a low whistle as he brandished the blade like
a cocky youth.
"Yah, yah, yah!" he stabbed an invisble foe.
Hmph, I wager maybe now we can really fool around and I
could look like a real knight, he thought of Malon and their
antics.
"Hah, what a thought," he said as he made a half hearted
swing at the door that blocked his way.
It thunked dully in the wood.
Damn, Link held it with two hands and swung it against
where the wood was weakest.
WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!!
A few more chops, he grimaced. And I'll be out of this
death trap. At least this beat hauling hay.
Or being trapped in this derelict forever.
The sun shone in brightly from the hole in the doorway as
Link made his escape. His task done, he was about to fling
the sword back into the mess it made when he stopped.
Now that he saw it in bright light, the sword *was*
beautiful. A bright sheen covered it from its gem encrusted
hilt to its cold pressed gold serpentine design on its sharp
tip.
"Fit for the King," Link marvelled as his fingers brushed
over the red and green gems embedded in the hilt's lacework
grip.
The young man had to fight to keep his hands from dropping
it as he gazed at it with silent awe.
Hmm, what's this? An odd mark graced the sword where the
quillons met the blade. Three triangles were clustered in a
similar formation. Each shape touched its fellows at
adjacent corners. Turning it over, Link found that the mark
was on both sides of the blade.
Interesting, the young man tugged his ear thoughtfully.
I've seen this symbol before.
Then again, he shook his head to clear it. Maybe I
haven't.
Who cares?
Certainly not me, he was at least sure of that.
"Hmph," Link waved the sword thrice, admiring the way
sunlight gleamed off its polished blade.
In any case, I think I'll keep this for a while, he
thought. Yeah that's it.
Perhaps I could even sell it to a guard in need of a sword.
Surely the blade is magical to say the least; no weapon could
be so light and yet so sturdy. And I can sure use the money,
Link smiled at his fortune.
Maybe I'll find something Malon will like this time.
He took off his coat and wrapped the sword with it, being
careful not to cut up his clothing. Link whistled jovially
as he made his way back to the cart, the bundle under his
arm.
What a fool this Darunia is, Link thought. He can't make
me do what I don't want. My part is done. Ruto had her way
with me and that's it. It's all over.
"They can prattle all they want but they'll not trick me
again," he murmured as he stepped back on the path back to
town.
Malon was still absent when he got back to the cart. He
slipped the sword underneath the cart's front bench and
away from her prying eyes. Link had the sword in his coat
and was back in his seat long before Malon returned to the
milk cart.
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The setting sun again covered the veldt in a blood red wash;
the sky too, was alight with its flaming hue. And what objects
dotted the landscape outside the gleaming white fortress cast
its dark shadow on the plains: the trees, the rocks, the tiny
little things scurrying about on the ground to make ends meet.
The people.
Better yet, her people.
Her subjects.
The blood-red colour of the veldt harkened back to the times
when things were not so peaceful, when force of arms achieved
what politics and manipulation could not.
Zelda's lips twitched as she removed herself from the window.
"As if things have changed," she murmured.
If Her Majesty, the late Queen (and her birth mother) had
taught the princess but one thing, it was princely wealth and
well versed spiel did not always guarantee one's ends would be
achieved.
But it would help, and it always would.
It helped too, if one knew what to expect.
Zelda smiled thinly as she levelled her gaze at the door.
Soon.
"Very soon," the princess looked around to make sure all
was prepared.
The room was small for one of noble birth, yet extraordinarily
opulent. The place was originally used by the castle's previous
ruler -- deposed by her father in a classic case of nonconsensual
defenestration -- as an observatory of sorts. After the abrupt
change of rulership, more pressing matters came to fore and the
space was left alone, to be done as the royal family saw fit.
Now with the Queen gone and the King in advanced age, it was up
to Princess Zelda to determine what use, if any, was perscribed to
the room.
So she chose to make it into her private chamber. At first it was
only a place of study, but soon, she found it was much more agreeable
and convenient to live and work there as well. Small but lavishly
furnished, the room measured no more than thirty feet square. Large
enough to live and store her most precious belongings, but small
enough to evoke a sense of livability in an otherwise large castle.
An ornate bed stood to one side, along with a sturdy, dark-wooded
desk which sat beside it. Several trinkets, some scrolls and open
books lay by a small decanter of wine on the desk's surface. The
adjacent wall had a chest underneath a window and two closets to
either side. All were neatly shuttered and their contents locked
from prying eyes.
The opposite wall had several book shelves filled to the limit
with old books, pamphlets, and rolled up scrolls. A pair of goblets
on a jewelled platter sat amidst one end of a half-filled shelf.
The most distinguishing things though, were the large openings on
the slanted roof; two rectilinear apetures, each fitted with a sheet
of glass allowing light in but keeping unwanted elements -- and
intruders -- out. It gave Zelda an excellent place to read during
the day and allowed her to marvel at the stars late at night. Large
sheets of white linen were arrayed under the skylights to retard
the sun's ever-present glare, and it gave the room a strong
diffused light and filled it with an agreeable warmth.
Zelda went over to the book shelf and picked up a goblet in her
slender hand.
A drink, to steady one's nerves, she thought. But not too much;
I'll need my wits for what will come shortly.
The princess poured herself half a cupful of liqueur and sipped
it, slowly.
Calmed, she put on her best smile and turned around to face the
door as the knob jiggled and turned.
"Your Majesty," a firm tenor sounded, "Forgive my intrusion."
"Kasuto," the elven-earred princess gestured, "What brings you
by?"
The newcomer was a splendid creature, a Zora dressed in a
white toga and rubber-wood sandals. Its blue skin was stretched
smoothly, flawlessly across its atheletic frame. With the fishtail
extension from the head and the lack of dark blue spots, the Zora
was distinctly male. Unlike the females of his species, Zora males
did not have pronounced fin arrays but rather sets of retractable
spikes filled with a poison unique to all their kind.
Kasuto, bowed deeply, "Forgive me once more your Majesty. I
have failed to prostrate myself in my haste to meet with you."
"Nonsense," Zelda deliberately took a seat at the edge of her
desk, "You are my father's most trusted advisor and my most
ardent tutor. You may come and speak freely with me as you wish."
"Thank you Your Majesty," the fish-man stood at attention, "I
was scrying for oddities in heaven and earth for those things you
have predicted. It is with great concern that I deliver my
findings."
He paused as the princess set her cup down, "Go on."
"As you have forseen," Kasuto said keenly, "I saw much horrors
in the lands and kingdoms which border Hyrule."
"I see."
"It is as you saw -- death, misery, and much suffering. I
believe the Kokiri ---"
"They will send an emissary within the month," Zelda cut in,
"If not, we shall always entertain our smaller allies and visit
them. Now, our visitors? What of them?"
The Zora tilted his head slightly, "They are -- strange to
say the least. I cannot make much of their speech."
"I need not for them to address anyone," the slender woman
permitted herself a smile, "Now what of their ability?"
"They are fit," Kasuto said, "They seem more than ideal for
what you require."
"Good," Zelda nodded, "Now what of the Eye?"
"It is where we have always suspected it to be, your Majesty."
The princess dipped her head gravely as Kasuto went on.
"But the place where it resides is another matter."
"Oh?" she looked at him a bit worried, "How so?"
The Zora's eyes returned her gaze, "The labyrinth that onced
housed this treasure has -- moved."
"Moved?" Zelda's voice was incredulous, "How?"
"It is difficult to explain Your Majesty," Kasuto began, "But --"
"Then I do not require one," she cut him off, "Do you know
where the Eye is now?"
"Yes."
"And do you know whether it will --" Zelda's lips curled into
a spiteful scowl, "'move' again?"
"There is that possibility," Kasuto replied, "But to gather
the energies needed to move an entire dungeon is great indeed.
It seems logical that the situation will not arise for a while."
The lithe young princess was white-faced with anger, "How long
do we have?"
The Zora closed his eyes briefly, "At best eighty days by my
calculations."
"And at worst?"
It was Kasuto's turn to scowl, "Six days. Perhaps even sooner."
"Then we must prepare," Zelda said with determination, "Now."
"At once, Your Majesty," the creature bowed and left the room.
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