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Chapter Seven

Dreaming of Past

Once the boy had ceased his tears, we set out on a long narrow path, not even bothering to see what the laughter was all about inside the tent that they were near. The people had been enjoying their time, their lives, for reasons unknown to both of us, we did not wish to see any people right now. We wanted to be alone. He and I both walked along side Skio, the great Stallion boldly stepping upon the dry, parched earth. As we walked, the deeper we intruded into this landscape, the harsher the winds picked up, but the quieter it became. This unnerved me slightly, since I was used to sound almost all the time at the ranch. The cuckoos, and cows, and horses always made noise. This silence only reminded me of my prison, and I realized that I would never end up forgetting that place. The place where I had first battled with the boy walking beside me. His arm was still a little banged up, but he was able to use that hand fully by now, so I was not worried. The only thing that I was worried about now, was getting as far away from those henchmen as possible, and keeping Link alive. My life, I realised as my eyes slightly widened, was solely revolved around him now. Almost my every thought concluded in his well being, what he’s thinking, how he’s thinking.

This startled me somewhat, since my thoughts at first used to be struck on my Master, and only my Master. But now, the Hero of Time, whom his Dark Lord had always ranted about hating, was my only focus in life. I had grown too attached to the almost mute boy, to kill him, or hurt him in any way. But I was startled out of my thoughts as a loud screech entered our ears.

“HALT.”

We both grabbed for our swords, but Link was the only one to come out with any kind of result, as my dark sword had been left back in my prison, forgotten to save a boy’s life. A bunch of women with spears charged at us, almost twenty to thirty of them. Instantly, one of the strong looking women used her spear to knock Link’s sword out of his hand. They all had us surrounded, and we were not armed. We could do nothing but surrender, throwing our hands into the air. The next thing that I could see was Link’s ocean blue eyes gazing into my own blood red ones as bags were thrown over our heads, and our wrists were tied behind our backs.

---x---

These women led me in a different direction than Link, and I knew this by counting the different pairs of feet that I could see from the very bottom of my head sack. After about twenty minutes of walking, having stepped into a building of some kind, a door was opened, my sack was ripped off, and I was shoved into the room, falling forward and hitting my nose on the hard wooden floor. I turned around to face them, blood now gushing down my face, and one of them was staring at me, her hand languidly placed upon her outstretched hip. She laughed.

“Ah, finally we caught him girls.” Cheering emitted from behind her, as many other women came into the view, staring me down. They all looked the same to me, except for the fact that most of them wore different colored outfits. They all had dark tan skin, lithe bodies, dark red hair pulled into a high ponytail, and golden eyes. Their large, pale lips all smiled at me in such a menacing way that I was reminded of Malon very much.

“What shall we do with him?”

“Let him starve!”

“Beat him!”

“Take him for what he’s got!”

“I love his red earrings!”

“We’ll be back.”

The door slammed shut, and high-pitched laughter soon could be heard as the door was locked, and they all retreated down a hallway. I could not think, I could not do anything. My nose stung harshly, and my knees and chest were sore. I tried to yell out at them, but my throat was hoarse with panic. I did not know where Link was. What had they done with him? Where had they taken him? I did not know. I needed to know. Instantly, my mind rushed over the images of Link being tortured in many absolutely cruel ways, and I bit my lip, forcing myself to stand. I ran towards the door, yelling out with might as my shoulders rammed into the wooden door, making it shake slightly. I did it again, ignoring the numbing pain in my shoulder, but the door wouldn’t budge. Finally, I fell onto my bottom, and forced myself to calm down. From what I had heard, they had wanted me probably more than him, so I forced myself to believe that he was ok, no matter how much I actually didn’t know. Over the next few hours, I carefully examined the room, looking for a way, and way to escape. But there was none. The room was underground, so no window. The only light came from a candle, the light of it streaming inside the small barred window on the door.

I had tired myself out, and was sitting, leaning against the wall. I was alone, and I was thinking. The room became even darker as a guard came by and blew out the candle. For some reason, my eyelids were heavy. They wanted to drop, but I had an ominous feeling that if I let them, then something terrible would happen. After a few hours though, I could no longer fight such a battle against my own body, and my head slumped forward as my vision went black. In my mind, I somehow knew that I was sleeping.

Flames engulfed the village; it’s many citizens screaming, crying out in pain and fear, as a dark being stepped slowly down its roads. This being carried a large spiked sword, almost as large as his own size, over his shoulder, gazing at his work. The sword had a strange red glow about it, and had an eye embedded inside of it. Wherever the ey looked towards, whether it be a person, or a building, this dark person would destroy it. The entire village was in bloody ruins. It was magnificent, simply wondrous. He had done as he promised his Lord, and was willing to do some more just to please the dark man. A small child attempted to cross his path, running to reach his mother’s frantic outstretched arms. The dark being swung his sword out, and some gruesome sound made its way as something fleshy was cut, and then the sound of something rolling soon after followed. The women screamed as though if she were dying, her own five-year-old sons head lying before her. The being smirked, loving the sound. Enjoying the screech of pure anguish reach his eardrums. Blood red eyes danced upon the ruins.

Yes. His Master shall be very happy.

I yelled out, sweat covering every inch of my body, as someone had slapped me across the face roughly. I didn’t even notice as I was forced to my feet, and yet another potato sack was flung over my face. All I could remember was that terrible blade, the village in flames, and that poor child. My chest heaved, and I got a taste of a foreign substance, something that for some reason, I felt that I needed in order to survive. I continued to allow the air through my mouth, into my chest. Who had that person be? Who could cause such treachery? I shook away my thoughts, a sheen of sweat still covering my face as I was forced to my knees. The sack was removed and I could see the person before. It was yet another woman, but this one was far more beautiful. She wore a blood red veil over her pale lips, and the came color of top. Her bottoms on the other hand, although just as big as the other girl’s pant, began with a deep red at the top, and slowly cascaded into a pure white at the bottom, where he wore white curled toed shoes. Her hair was up, like the others, but she also had a braided crown of hair going over her forehead, which held many small dangling golden charms. Over her slitted, golden eyes, was an almost pure white eye shadow.

She wasn’t anything less than absolutely beautiful.

She stared at me with a cool gaze, seeming to be angry about something. All of her maids, who stood along side her in red outfits and hoods, which shaded the top halves of their faces. I could tell that this woman was obviously of some importance, so I clamped my mouth shut, receding anything that I was willing to yell out only minutes prior. Finally, I watched intently as she spoke.

“Do you admit to destroying the town of our kin?” She asked. I quirked my eyebrow, unsure of what she was talking about. I certainly didn’t remember destroying anybody, except for my attempt on the Hero.

“No.”

“Is this the truth?” I hesitated, the dream I had recently shoving itself into my mind. But that couldn’t have possibly been me.

“Yes.”

“Lies.” A guard stepped up to smack me across the face, and then kick me gut. I hunched over, almost falling on my broken nose once again, but attained my balance.

“What lies? I do not know what you are talking about…” I stated, casting my eyes downward to the ground. I knew that I hadn’t done it, but my heart said otherwise. I could I have possibly done something, without even remembering doing it? And something so massive.

“Six months ago, the village of Maleate was destroyed by a young man with red eyes, and black hair. He carried the Sword of Evil’s Bane. The survivors of this terrible incident have claimed you to be that exact one. Do you deny this?” She asked coolly. I opened my mouth, wanting desperately for words to come out. I looked up, feeling my face tense, unable to say no. The Sword of Evil’s Bane…I had never heard of it, but instantly I thought of the menacing sword that had been held in the young man’s hand in my dream.

“Maleate was a small village, consisting of only one hundred and fifty citizens. They were of our kin, but did not exalt in our rituals. This village was only a few hundred miles deep into the desert. Did you not kill and destroy everyone in that village?”

Again, I could not answer with what I wanted to say. My gaze dropped again, my black bangs cascading over my eyes, shadowing them.

“I…do not know.” There was silence, but I could feel many pairs of eyes before me. I looked up, gazing at the beautiful woman once again. She had a confused expression, nonetheless a menacing one.

“You do not know? What do you mean?”

“I…don’t know. I had a dream…but that’s all I can remember.”

“And the sword?”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“Hmm…take him back”


The women lifted me, and as I was already accustomed to, a bag was placed over my head. I was once again thrown into a cell, and didn’t even try to escape this time. My body felt heavy. Heavy with regret, and pain. I still didn’t understand. I never seemed to understand anything. I was always confused. But the pain came from the dream.

Had I really been the one to kill all those people?

Chapter Eight

I couldn’t believe it. Not truly, deeply down, believe it. It had been me. I had killed those people. I was pretty sure that I was the only one around with blood red eyes. Besides for me, it’s just not natural. My eyes were what represented my Lord’s very power. Maybe I had been wrong to defy him. Perhaps I should have killed Link those few weeks ago. Then I wouldn’t be in this mess. And for half a minute, I actually wished that I hadn’t even been born. I had wished that I didn’t even exist. I didn’t want to die…but I didn’t enjoy what I had either. My longing to see Link grew greater with every hour that I guessed had gone by. I needed to see his face, desires to hold him like I had done before. Just when I was spiraling down into an abyss of dark thoughts, a soft chuckle resounded from the outside of my cell. Yet another woman, I could tell by the town, but instantly, I was dragged from my own despair, and literally sucked off of the energy coming from the other side of the wall. This energy was happy, and that was what I needed right now.

“What is your name, young twin?” I was confused by her question. What was a twin? I opened my mouth to form such a question, but instead what slipped out was something else.

“My name? It’s…Nyct. My name is Nyct.” And a small smile formed on my lips as I remembered the name that Link had bestowed upon me. I treasured the name greatly, even if he never said it out loud. I knew that whenever his gaze turned to me, he thought of me as Nyct. And not as anything else. That was why the name was so special to me. Because it had been given to me by the Hero of Time.

“I think I found a name for you.”
”What is it?”
”Nyct…It means night.”

“Nyct hm? Interesting. I believe that in an ancient language, that means Nighttime, or the darkness of the day, correct?” The woman’s voice reached into the bars, and I had a strange feeling that it was deep into the night. I had nodded, not answering her question. Obviously, she had answered it herself with an exact definition, so I felt no need to comply with her guess. She was silent for a few minutes, before speaking again.

“I am Nabooru. Sister of the Gerudo family. We’re all sisters here. And most of us do not take kindly to men, so I am sorry for how they have treated you.” She stated, and I listened with my sharp hearing as she sighed to herself wistfully. I piped in again.

“How come?”

“Well, after what our past King has done…Ganondorf doesn’t make any of us think too highly of the male species.” Her voice was hooked onto malice, and the way she had said my Lord’s name was as if she were spitting venom from her lips.

“Then…I guess it will anger you as to know that I was born from his power.”

“We know.”

Her answer stopped me still, my eyes wide. She…knew? They all knew? But how? That was a little bit of information that I held dearly to myself. Not even Link knew of my relationship with the Dark King. I had told no one…no one at all. Not Malon, nor even the horses. It had either been my Lord himself whom had told someone, but I doubted that, because he hardly consorted with anyone besides himself or to yell a few orders to his minions. So I could not understand how they knew. They weren’t supposed to know, but obviously they did. But something else forced itself back into my mind.

“What have you done with Link?” I asked, almost frantically. During my discussion, I had nearly forgotten the young teen that I was traveling with.
“Would you like to find out?” She asked. And before I could answer, there were a jingle of keys, and then a slight creaking as the wooden door opened. I struggled to stand, my hands still bound tightly by rope. My skin had started to raw away, a little bloody, but other than that they were fine. When I stepped out, I almost let my jaw drop in surprise. This woman was none other than the beautiful one that I had spoken to earlier this day. She was leaning her hips to the side, resting a hand on one, and had a mischievous grin playing about her expression. I was about to ask questions, but I decided against it, and as she turned to walk down the hall, I followed like a tame dog. I did not want to get into any more trouble than I was in, and my heart was thumping loudly in my ears at the thought of me finally getting to see Link. Hopefully, I thought, he wasn’t too bad. Finally, after a long trek through quite a few narrow halls, passing some smirking Gerudo Guards, she finally stopped at one cell, and opened the door gracefully to allow me entrance. There was a small light coming from the room itself. Nabooru gave me a very sarcastic, melo-dramatic bow as I turned into the room. It had been nearly a day since I had seen the boy, since it had been only a little after sunrise after we got caught. I had passed a window on the way here, and saw the sky graying as the sun was rising for a brand new day.

Finally, I stepped inside, and in the candle glow, I saw a pair of bright blue eyes searching for the noise. His face was dirty, but an empty plate lay by his side. He had been fed, and that gave me slight relief. He still couldn’t see me though, for I hadn’t stepped into the light, but he knew that someone was there. I stood there, in darkness, staring at the one boy who seemed to take my newly discovered breath away. His frantic blue eyes searched the room, and I could see the shine of two trails reaching down to his chin. He had been crying. And I hadn’t been there to console him. I felt terrible, and I wanted the flicking gaze of fear to be gone. I stepped towards him, allowing the candlelight to cascade over my just as dirty self. Once he got sight of me, his gaze softened with ease, and he evened smiled again. We both had our hands tied, and he was struggling to stand up. I shook my head quickly, capturing his gaze with my own. I couldn’t stand this. This tension, this wall between us.

And then, without even thinking about my own actions, I did it.

I dropped to my knees before him, and wedged myself legs slightly between his own, so I could get closer. I quickly leaned my face towards his, and without hesitation, I captured his lips onto mine. Just as fast as I had kissed him, felt that burning sensation against my own lips, I pulled back, and my gaze flicked all over his expression. I needed to see. I needed to see if what I had just done was wrong, or if he had accepted it. He stared at me, eyes wide, mouth slightly ajar. From what I could see in the candlelight, he looked slightly revolted. Maybe it was the trick of the dancing flame, but to me, he appeared to have been disgusted.

“I…I’m sorry.” I managed to squeeze out in a hoarse rasp. I began to think that I had just made the worst mistake in my mortal life. After my apology, I made to turn, and stand up. I had meant to leave, because I felt that he probably didn’t want to be near me right now. But then a small whisper startled me, and I quickly turned around.

“Nyct…” And as I turned around, he pushed himself from the wall, and nearly shoved his lips against mine in such a forceful manner that I nearly fell over. But I soon regained my composure, and kissed back just as hard. We didn’t need hands, or words. I felt that we could express our feelings through this one kiss. Through this kiss, I told him that we would get out of here, I would protect him with my life if I had to, and that I felt something for him that I could not describe. In this kiss, he told me that he forgave me for Malon’s death, was really glad to see me in such a dismal place, and was glad that I hadn’t killed him in the first place. The kiss was bruising, but it was over far too soon, and when we broke apart for air, I felt Nabooru come up behind me, haul me up, and start silently escorting me from the room. It was then that I caught one last glance from the Hero of Time, ocean blue meeting blood red. And then the door shut between our faces. “I must put you back before the others arise. I would get in very much trouble if the girls found I had let you loose before you had a fair,“ She paused to wink at me, “trial.” She then led me back to my dark room, and I was allowed my peace alone in order to replay that kiss over and over again in my memory, a small smile forming over my slightly pointed canines.

“Last night…when you were sleeping, I…I had kissed you.”
“I know.”

Chapter Nine

I had fallen asleep again, my mind seeming to need it. Why? I did not know. Perhaps it was for the fact that I had never experienced this before, and having done it for the first time, my body seems to need to make up for lost time. I instantly did not enjoy sleeping, though. Every time my eyes closed, a nightmare would ensue. I had horrid dreams, full of corpses and blood. A dark man with red eyes always making his appearance at the scene. But I never seemed to remember these dreams as vividly as I had the first few times when I woke up. As I opened my eyes, a new light was streaming into my room through the small window on my door. The light became closer, and after the sound of locked keys, another Gerudo Guard stepped into the room, holding a bright lantern. I shielded my eyes from the intense light, and pulled myself up as several hands grabbed my arms to pull. I allowed a bag to be pulled over my eyes, making my breathing slightly heavier. Now was my time to try and take a chance in the trials of the Gerudo. My time to allow my own fate to be chosen by a large group of angry girls. Suddenly, I was terrified at what could happen. Would I be sentenced to death by the women? Or set free? Or perhaps they would just keep me in jail forever.
As they led me to wherever they felt, I thought of the kiss. The wonderful kiss that I had shared with my Hero. Even though, he hadn’t really proven himself to be a Hero to me yet, I still thought him as one. His bold eyes, sly smile, or was it his lean build? I just couldn’t pick. Every part of him entranced me. His few words, the way he seemed to walk with the element of courage, and his lips. His soft, pink lips. I wanted to touch those lips again, but I knew I could not. Link himself was just so god damned addicting, and I couldn’t understand how I had ever wanted to kill him. I hoped that wherever Malon was, she forgave me. Then I was pushed into another brightly lit room, and was again pushed to my knees. The bag was ripped off, and a smirking Nabooru sat before me in her large decorated chair. I stared up at her with bright red eyes, almost as if I was pleading her to allow me to escape to Link, like she had the night before. My head jerked around as the door behind me was jerked opened again, and the guards brought in yet another prisoner. By what he was wearing, I could already tell who it was, and my heart beat loudly in my throat. They pushed this boy right next to me, so that our shoulders were touching, and then ripped off his mask of a sack.
Link shook his head slightly, moving his hair out of his eyes, and then moved his head to the side slightly, so that he was looking at me. His expression was shown as surprised, as did mine, but we quickly wiped such expressions from our faces, and turned to gaze at the beautiful dame before us.
“Speak your names.”
“Link.”
“Nyct.”
“We have here in our trail, several accounts of trespassing, murder, and consorting with the dark lord. Do either of you comply with this?” Nabooru had directed the question at me, but it was Link whom had answered.
“We would never have anything to do with Ganondorf. I’m on my quest right now to destroy him.” I felt dismayed slightly, and bowed my head forward in a slightly guilty fashion.
“And what about your friend over here?” Link turned to me, expecting the same answer to slither from my cracked lips. After a while, I finally answered, giving Link the shock of his life.
“In a way…Ganondorf is my Father. He created me, but that is the only relationship that I have with him. I do not remember murdering anyone. And I apologize for our trespassing.” I could feel Link’s eye boring into me dangerously, and when I gazed up to meet his, he looked hurt. His eyes held pain beyond anything that I could ever believe, and I instantly regretted being born once again. Now Link hated me. His mouth was slightly agape, and he moved his gaze from mine, to the floor.
“I did not ask to be born.” I simply stated, looking back up to Nabooru. She smiled sadly, and lifted her hands. I felt my hands being grabbed behind my back, and then in a quick second the ropes fell to the floor, having been cut. I stood, rubbing my wrists, and Link soon followed.
“We free you. But Nyct, I believe that something that belongs to you is being held in the desert temple right now. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure that you’ll be needing it. Your horse cannot travel those sands, so we’ll keep him safe in our stable. You’ll have to walk alone.” As I listened, I gazed intently at Link, who was desperately avoiding my gaze. He was angry, or disappointed. I couldn’t decide which one was correct. The Guards escorted us out, handing a small pack of food to us. Nabooru followed us to the gate that led out of their small village, and into the vast, hot desert. I hoped that there was a lot of water in the pack that the women had given us. Not for myself, I didn’t require such things, but Link did. Nabooru stood beside us, and pointed in a far off direction, where a very hazy, pale pillar was sticking out of the ground.
“The temple is just after that. Be very careful, and don’t die. We will have no way of knowing.” And she stepped back. The gate to the desert closed behind us, and we began our trek. Soon after, I stopped, and grabbed Link’s shoulder. Surprised, he turned to me.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For not telling you in the first place.”
“…It’s fine.”
But it didn’t look fine to me. Not at all. The look on his face was driving me insane, and I knew that I wouldn’t survive if I didn’t get him to forgive me. I reached for his face, and grabbed the back of his neck gently. I pulled him towards me, and pressed my lips gently against his. This kiss was definitely not as desperate as the first one, but I felt that it was the only way that I could express just how sorry I was. He pressed himself into the kiss also, and the tips of our tongues touched only just slightly, before we both pulled away. Neither of us said a word after that, needed it to be quiet after so many voices had surrounded the both of us. Every now and then, I would catch Link touching his own lips with his fingers lightly, as if replaying the moment in his mind.
“Why didn’t…you kill me?”
“Because, I felt like it.”

Chapter Ten

The night was cold on this large, empty sand filled plain. We both were literally shaking, so I had found some twigs, much to my surprise, and started a small fire. Link was sitting opposite of me, and I gazed up at his tired face, the glow of the fire stretching over soft skin. I quickly looked back down as he had gazed up to meet my eyes. I poked the fire with a stick in my hand, moving the embers somewhat so they would not die. I gazed up at the sky, a full moon shining brightly down upon us. So where were we exactly? Sitting directly in front of the ruins that Nabooru had spoken of, but darkness had fallen quickly, and we were far too tired to go on for the time being. Countless monsters were what we had encountered during our tiring trip. I normally could not do anything, not having a sword, and only had to watch as Link destroyed them all. Spiked beasts that ripped at our boots from under our feet, skeletal dogs bounding after us, attempting to rip our throats out. I understood well that Link, the Hero of Time, was far more tired than I, and in slight pain, but not much. Nabooru had been correct in saying that this desert was dangerous, but neither of us had truly believed her as much as we did now.

Even with the small fire, we both shuddered violently. How in the goddesses name could it be so hot at one point, and then so cold at the drop of a star? I did not understand, but Link seemed to be too cold to even think about it. We both seemed to move closer to the fire as a freezing breeze brushed our backs, whispering words of death into our elongated ears. Finally, someone spoke, and it was Link.

“Why did you…kiss me?” He asked. I did not look up, but attempted to revive the fire a bit more by roughly jabbing the embers with the stick once again. With a small smirk on my tanned face, I responded.

“Why did you kiss back?” I received no answer, and I glanced up to catch the best expression that I had seen on his face yet. Once our eyes met, his widened, and he turned his face to the side, looking off to the distance. His cheeks changed color slightly, becoming a fiery red. Embarrassment. That was what I had caught, and for some reason, I couldn’t help but smile wider slightly, and go back to my poking of the flames.

I looked back up as he hugged himself; another more forced wind reaching us. His teeth were shattering, and the fire finally gave up and died, losing its heat. Both of us felt a rush of cold, and I stood up. I walked around the corpse of ashes, and grabbed Link’s arms, pulling him up. Without saying anything, I led him towards the ruins. Surely there was an opening, or cave of some sort, for where we were now was not going to work. The wind was picking up, blowing sand into our eyes. And then I saw it, the entrance to a large stone ruin. We both ran in, now fighting with the bitter winds, and once inside, everything seemed so much warmer. I sat down, leaning against the wall, and Link soon followed suit, sitting fairly close to me. I looked at him, perplexed somewhat. Was I…getting taller now? I was looking down someone at the top of his head. Strange…we were supposed so be exact replicas of each other, but now my body was changing. I dug into my pack, and pulled out a small blanket. Wrapping it around the two of us, I quietly wrapped my arm around Link’s shoulder, and pulled him towards me, against my warm body. He seemed to except this heat, and held himself close to me, and finally, he had drifted asleep. I soon followed him into this new thing called slumber.

“Darkness claws
Impending doom
Shadows crawl
Evil’s loom”

I jerked from my sleep, and Link continued to slumber peacefully beside me, now lying on the ground. What was that? Had I heard a voice? I stood up, my eyes readying itself for the darkness of the ruin’s entrance. In the distance, I heard a slight creaking sound, and I saw a small light, waving side to side softly, almost as if it were beckoning me. I walked towards it, away from Link. He’d be fine. My footsteps made soft padded sounds, and I finally came to the light. My body tensed as something cold passed through my being. Finally, whatever was holding the lantern came into view. It was a ghostly being, a young girl floating high above the ground. She had a straw hat above her head, and a long ponytail floating around her small, fragile looking body. She had no eyes, nor a nose, but had a very large mouth that was grinning down at me.

“Come with me
I sing and dance
A Poe I am
Give me a chance”

She turned from me, the Poe, and started floating down the corridor slow enough for me to walk with. Why I was following her, I had not idea, but it just felt right. I just had to. I felt that something terrible would happen if I got lost in the darkness without her lantern. “Where are you taking me?” I asked hesitantly.

“Think it through
Become insane
The sword will come
Of evil’s bane”

I was terribly confused by her answer, but then I remembered. The Sword of Evil’s Bane, Nabooru had spoken of such a sword. But she had also mentioned that I her mercilessly killed an entire town with such a sword, so why had she led me in the direction to retrieve it again.

“Death to him
The swine of power
A new hero comes
The righteous hour”

I glanced up at her, and she smiled down at me, seeming to know exactly what I was thinking. I wouldn’t have been surprised either, because she was such a strange being. I sighed quietly to myself. Obviously, she was talking about Link, having mentioned the Hero. But if Link was the one to destroy Ganondorf, then why was he not the one heading down this strange place. We turned a corner, and she spoke again.

“What’s light is dark
What’s evil is good
A hero you’ll be
Or so you should”

She laughed into the darkness, a slightly manic laugh, and in mere seconds, she was gone. Her lantern floated by itself again, and slowly floated into a large oval room. The Lantern stood above a large object, and I stepped up before it. It was the sword, and it had changed dangling from it, all attached to the ground. The chain’s were covered in small scraps of paper, all having strange symbols upon them. I grabbed at one, and tore it off to get a better look, but my actions were answered by a loud roaring echoing around the room. The room shook, stones falling from the ceiling. I turned around to dodged a boulder that fell just where I had been, and suddenly it stopped. I turned around slowly, and as faced by a large green eye staring my in the face. The eye was in the center of the blade, and the large sword screeched at me.

I yelled out as it swung toward me, hitting the ground. “How do I kill it?!” I yelled out in frustration, unable to protect myself in any way, shape or form. I couldn’t do anything, and I kept dodging it’s attacks as it swung toward me, crushing walls and rocks. Suddenly, I had an idea. I turned to face the large sword, and it seemed to drink in my bold looking appearance. I tried to stab towards me, and I sidestepped it, allowing it to swing past me. Then I quickly turned around, and grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands. I yelled out as my hands began to steam and blister, but I did not let go. This sword, I was it’s master. I would not allow it to control me any longer. I was the master. I am the master.

“Obey ME!”

My voice boomed all throughout the ruins, and suddenly, everything stopped. The ruins stopped caving in, and the sword stopped trying to rip itself out of my hands. I watched in awe as it slowly began to change form. The eye withered away, a tiny scream emitting from it, and all the strange shapes smoothed out. The entire sword itself smoothed out, and began to create it’s own carvings. The blade was black, like shining onyx, and a small triforce formed at the tip on the blade in white etchings.

“Am I right?
Or am I wrong?
Shadow’s will
Is where you belong”

I looked up, after hearing the girls soft voice, and then the lantern appeared, rushing around the room to light all of the extinguished torches. After all the ones in this room was done, it left, and I started seeing lights blaring out of the hallways leading to the room. Soon after, as I strapped the sword to the back of my shield, I heard footsteps, and looked up to see Link staring at me through the doorway. I stared at him, suddenly guilty for having left him, but the small smile upon his delicate lips reassured me. He stepped towards me, and we both seemed to realize that I was changing. I was now almost six inches taller than him, far different than before. He reached up, poking the middle of my forehead, before stepped back and heading to the exit. I had an extremely perplexed expression on my face, and then he turned towards me.

“Are you coming Nyct? Next is Kakariko Village.” I nodded, smiling, and followed him out of the ruins. Morning had come without me even realizing it. A large bird was sitting on the outside entrance, an owl I believed. It seemed to have spoken to Link already, and the Hero of Time motioned for me to follow him as he climbed upon the bird. I followed, and yelled out, catching my hat to my head as the large bird lifted off in not such a graceful manner. I laughed, seeing the ground below me shrink more and more, and we soared over the parched plains.

Two ghostlike beings stared off into the distance as the two took off. One was the girl from before, and the other was a small boy, having almost the same features as him.

“Will he succeed?”
“Of course he will.”
“But in order to do so,”
“He’ll have to kill.”

Chapter Eleven

Trouble with Potions

Kakariko village was quiet, but extremely peaceful. Besides the fact of an erupting volcano above it, and a large monster filled plain just outside of it’s borders, somehow this tiny, humble town was able to keep it’s serenity. I enjoyed the smell of the cuckoos, for they reminded me of Lon Lon ranch. The giant owl had dropped us off on one of the rooftops of the village, and we had simple hopped down to nearby ground. Link soon strode into a small shop, where an old crone was selling some oddly colored liquids. Instantly, he had downed one of his bottles, and handed one to me. I had landed down, smelling the strange substance, and wrinkled my nose in disgust. But my pride was nudged a tad as Link seemed to smirk at me, crossing his arms. Suddenly, my internal man roared, and I boldly gulped down the thick liquid. Instantly, I gagged a bit, definitely not used to such a substance running it’s coarse down my throat. The Hero laughed, sending shivers up my spine, and walked out of the shop, me following. And then I felt it. Within seconds my entire body was rejuvenated with energy, but it was filled with something else too. My stomach coiled tightly as I stared at the back the boy before me. His lithe body standing proudly, walking through the streets. I wanted to reach forward, and touch such a form, but I kept my hand to my side, no matter how badly it shook.

As we stepped into yet another large building, I hardly paid any attention to the words coming from Link’s mouth, but watched solely on those lips, as they seemed to move elegantly. I blinked a few times, shaking my head. What was going on with me? I hadn’t been this obsessed about the hero this much before. Then Link led me up some stairs, and used a key that a brown haired woman had given him to open a door. We stepped inside, and I closed it behind us. Obviously, this was where we were spending our night. The sun was setting; the trip here had lasted all day. I watched greedily as Link began to remove his backpack, setting it in a corner. I did the same, and set my sword and shield next to his. He started to remove his short, and left his shorts on. I took in every detail of his body, drank it up like wine. I had already thrown out the door my logic and responsibility. He sat on one of the two beds, letting his feet out of those boots, and laid back against it. It was then that, lying on his back, he saw me. He actually locked his gaze unto mine, and from the moment, the whole situation changed.

His eyes widened, and he slowly sat up, his hat falling upon the bed. I watched him, my gaze like a hungry animal waiting to catch its prey. And he seemed to notice that. He watched me carefully, his brows furrowed with concern. He knew, as well as I, that something was wrong. I fisted the sides of my pants, trying hopelessly to hold myself from a certain temptation that was boiling down in my stomach. It was almost unbearable. Actually…it was unbearable.

“…Nyct?”

That was it. That was the key to unlock the door. His voice washed over me, through my ears, and sent another wave of pleasure, of shock through my spine. I walked towards him, my eyes capturing his own. He seemed frightened, but at this point, something inside of me did not care. I bent down, and grabbed his arms, pulling him to myself. I pushed my lips against his roughly. I needed this, was hungry for it. Something inside of me told me so. I told myself such a thing. I needed Link. Without him…I knew that I would die, or most likely kill myself from loneliness, from emptiness. He pushed his hands against my chest weakly, as if attempting to escape my clutches, but his efforts were half assed. In a matter of moments, he grabbed on my shirt, holding me to him, and hesitantly pushed himself into the kiss. Good. I had the first A ok. Now what did I do? My body seemed to tell me, instead of my mind. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and I felt him clawing at my shirt, pulling it out of my belt. He succeeded, but now came the harder part. It appeared as if neither of us wanted to stop kissing, but we definitely needed my shirt off. I took a chance, and pulled away for half a second. He ripped off my shirt. As the dark gray garment was disposed of, I pushed him back on the bed, straddling his waist with my legs.

His chest against my own was so warm, but we needed more. I held him close to me, our lips crushing against each other in such a manner that I wouldn’t have been surprised if either of us had gotten a bruise from such an action. His hands swept all over my chest, my stomach, my back. I gasped lightly as one of his fingers slid over one of my solid buds. His hands against my skin felt like a drug in itself. I needed more. So much more. As I continued to kiss him, my hands slowly cascaded down his stomach, to the hem of his green shorts and white leggings. I wrapped my thumbs against previously mentioned garments, and began to slowly pull down, revealing more of Link’s waist and hips. I did not have the chance to look, as the remainder of his clothing just so happened to fall upon the floor. Now he was completely naked beneath me. My lips left his, and he let out a soft whimper, but such a sound was quickly transformed into a soft moan as I kissed down his jaw, nibbling on his soft skin every now and then. He tasted so sweet, and I had a strange hunger to taste every part of him. How had this feeling overcome me? Where had it come from?

My soft kisses trailed further down, skimming over his neck and collarbone. My tongue almost expertly swirled around his solid nubs, causing him to gasp softly, digging his hands into my dark hair. I could tell that obviously, this was his first time ever having been paid so much attention. I soon came to a conclusion, as my butterfly bites trekked further down, near his hips and where the soft curl of hair began to grow. Maybe there was a reason that he did not speak so much, or did not open up to anyone so quickly. There had to be a reason. My hand grasped his erect member, and I watched his face as his eyes glazed over, and he yelled out softly, arching his back. I glanced down at y only manly parts, and chuckled to myself. This was the first time that I had seen it in such…such a state. I began to experiment with his, rubbing it softly in my hands, and for every good sound that I heard streaming from his lips, I would do it again. I thought of an excellent idea. I leaned down, and gently slid my tongue over the top of his head. That time, I was overjoyed with the response that I got. He arched his back furthermore, gasping even fuller. His breathing was going haywire, and possible his blood pace was just as so.

I loved it all.

I loved this moment.

I loved his body.

I loved him.

His realization hit me in my face so damned hard I thought that I would fall off to the side. I wasn’t supposed to even know what love was, but suddenly the very feeling overcame me. I leaned upwards, letting go of him, and gently slid my lips over his. I kissed him gently this time, the neediness only vaguely there. As I kissed him, I slipped down my own shorts and leggings. I rubbed my body against his, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, the warmth of our bodies holding together. Link raised his arms, and wrapped them around my neck, opening his eyes. At me, and I froze as he pushed me up slowly, and pulled himself into my lap. My eyelids fluttered shut at the feeling of my member rubbing gently against his bottom. I finally knew exactly what to do. I knew that this would be a bit rough, it being the first time for both of us.

I grabbed his hips, and raised him gently above me, but then I noticed the shaking. Ah man, the shaking. His eyes were clenched shut, and his whole body was shaking. I could only just feel the fear radiating off of him.

“Link…we do not have to do this…” I muttered in his ear. He shook his head, and grasped tightly around my body. I sighed, and felt a feeling of some sort of doom in my bowels, but I did it in one swift motion. I plunge into him full to the hilt. As deep as my large erection could reach. He yelled out loudly, tears streaming down his face. I was instantly eligible to pull out, but as I attempted to do so, he held me there, refusing to let me. He felt so…dry on the inside. I had a gut feeling, that I had forgotten a step in the process. Ike…some kind of wetness to make my movement easier, perhaps not as much friction, but he didn’t let me revert my mistake. I didn’t understand. I was slightly panicked. I certainly did not want him crying. That hadn’t been my first intention, nor would it ever be my last. His insides restricted around me, and I moaned uncontrollably. But he was in pain; I shouldn’t be enjoying this wonderful tight sensation…right?

“Don’t…stop…” He managed to whisper huskily in my ear. My eyes widened at such a statement, but I did as I was told like a good boy, and held his waist tightly as I slowly pulled out until I was almost falling out, and then slammed back in as hard as I could. He yelled out, his back arching in my hands. Again, I wanted to stop this as he was still crying, but he shook his head. “Keep going…please don’t stop…” Those simple words were what kept me going. Pulling in and out over and over again, I managed to catch an expression of pleasure on his face. Slowly, that expression became more visible, and I felt that he was enjoying this. I grabbed his own member, and began to pump it with my own movement, going faster and faster. Finally, he yelled out, and I witnessed a sort of white liquid spreading all over my abdomen. Soon, I began to feel the pressure building up in my own stomach, and it came to the point where it was overwhelming. With a white flash streaming over my gaze, I slammed into him one more time, and grunted softly as my own seed filled him. Gasping for the air that I so desperately needed, and pulled out of him, and slumped on the bed. He soon followed. We gently curled around each other, and I grabbed the blanket, throwing it over us. He was warm, so warm. It felt wonderful. I finally began to feel whatever had caused me to act in such a way subside.

“I think…that I gave you the wrong…potion.” He whispered to me. I blinked, and then smiled. I leaned towards him somewhat, resting my forehead on his. After all this time, I finally got to feel him this close to me. And it was a potion that caused such a thing? No, I wouldn’t believe that.

“No…I’ve wanted you like this…for a long time now.” I whispered as he softly fell to sleep. I soon joined him into this new, strange world of dreams.

Chapter Twelve

Down the Well

There was no sun that next morning. We were actually awakened by a loud rain pounding on the roof of the Inn that we were currently residing in. Ok, forget that. I could have slept perfectly fine if a part of the roof hadn’t caved in, and my face has been curried in water and debris. I yelled out, sitting up quickly, and Link soon followed. Link had dragged the blanket with him, holding it close to his body. When our gazes met, his seemed to travel down somewhat, and a strong pink blush just so happened to force it on his previously pale cheeks. I smirked, but now wasn’t the time to flirt…something was wrong. I had dressed quickly, and pulled my cloak out of my pack, pulling it on. Link followed suit, and once we did, we both ran out of the inn, to see in horror that several of the buildings were caught on fire. People screamed, cried out, running out of their homes.

Then I saw them. The knights…the phantoms. Ganondorf’s minions patrolling the streets, setting things on fire. There were five of them. All with deep black armor, and I could feel within the depths of my heart that underneath all that armor, there was nothing. Nothing but an orb of dark power. My eyes became glazed with fear. No, they couldn’t find me now. Not now. Finally, after so many weeks, I had gained Link’s love, and now these…these things were going to ruin in. One turned to me, and it yelled out suddenly. I couldn’t hear what he said, but unison, they all started running towards me, their hands on their hips, where their blades resided. I watched, my jaw slightly lowered, my eyes wide. I could not move.

But a hand on my arm reminded me that I had a choice. I didn’t have to let these things capture me. I turned to Link, and he yelled something at me, but everything seemed to slow down. I watched in horror as everything froze. One of the phantoms were only two feet from me, but was frozen completely. I looked to the side, and Link was staring at me oddly, seemingly unable to move. His eyes were frightened, and he was grasping my tunic roughly, trying to get me to move. The raindrops were frozen in the wind, and the air suddenly became darker.

“My puppet. Where have you been?”

I froze, the silky smooth voice ripping at my insides. Then I saw him. He was off to the side slightly, leaning against a wall. He had seemed to morph out of dark particles as he spoke. Then he disappeared again into a smoky cloud, and I watched, terrified, as that same cloud floated towards me, and he took shape right before my eyes, resting his hand on my chin. I couldn’t speak, as my throat was dry, so I only stood, and waited.

“You poor thing. Stuck in a prison. And now look at you; you think that you’ve fallen in love. And with your mortal enemy at that! I might be losing my memory or something, but hadn’t my direct order had been to kill him?”

I felt a stinging sensation upon my cheek as he slapped it, hard enough to turn my head. I stood there, my head turned to the side, my gaze on the ground. But then I lifted my gaze to see that he had shifted his way over to my Hero. I still couldn’t move. I wanted to grab Link, to protect him. Link’s fearful gaze was still glued unto my face as Ganon stroked his cheek softly.

“Maybe I should kill him myself…no?”

But then it ended. Slowly, time returned to normal, shortly after my Master morphed into his cloud, and then disappeared completely. My breathing was a wreck, but I was fully awakened by a voice.

“Nyct!” Link yelled, and I came face to face with one of the phantoms, which was about to make a grab for me. I dodged to the side with Link, my chin and front hitting the mud. After scrambling to my feet, Link still holding onto my arm, we ran to a small well. Instantly, Link climbed over the edge, and I began to panic as he disappeared completely, but as I looked, I saw that he was climbing down a small ladder. I turned to see several of the phantoms heading my way, and I quickly hopped over the edge, also climbing down the well. It was empty. No sign of water at all. This confused me completely, why would there be a well, but no water? I climbed all the way to the bottom, and looked up to see the heads of the phantoms looking down into the deep hole. Link just so happened to grab my hand at that time, and drag me into a small walkway, leading into an area like a under city sewer, except, again, there was no water. He led me deeper and deeper into the maze of pathways that I soon was not able to keep in mind how to get back out, but I kept quiet. Obviously, The Hero knew where he was going, and I acknowledged that by gripping his hand slightly tighter.

Finally, we came to a small hole with water filling it. He turned to me. “How long can you hold your breath?” I thought about it, and then shrugged. I probably was only able to hold onto my breath as long as he. He nodded, and after taking a deep breath, he dived into the water. I soon followed. We swam in the murky darkness, and the water was freezing to the bone. Finally, we came to a grate, and Link roughly pushed it open. By this time, both of our lungs were burning terribly, desperately needing oxygen. I gasped as I finally reached the surface, drawing in as much air as I could, and then I crawled to the edge of the small bank, resting on the grass next to Link. I was glad that I was safe, but I worried about what would happen to the poor residents of Kakariko Village. Hopefully…they wouldn’t all be killed like Malon and Talon had been. Also including all those horses. And now, this was all my fault again. Had that been a nightmare, me seeing Ganondorf in such a fashion? Obviously, he had gained immeasurable power since I last saw him. He wasn’t even a human any more.

He was a monster.

Finally, Link and I gained our strength again, and stood, checking out where we were. But immediately, I felt that I knew where. Before us laid a broken bridge, and above us, a large stone wall. An ominous black cloud hovered over the area. Link and I turned to each other, and both managed to say that same thing at the same time.

“Ganon’s Castle…”

Chapter Thirteen

Sometimes, I would think to myself, wondering if I was really alive.

“Nyct! It’s eye! Get its eye! I’ll get the tail!”

If…these feelings were really something that I was feeling, something that I was capable of feeling.

“How are we supposed to get past this room? Oh! There’s the Gem, just a second, let me get my bow out.”

At one point, I had only been a doll. I didn’t breath, didn’t eat…didn’t sleep.

“We’re here.”

Could a person like that change completely? Could I really release myself from my master’s grip?

“Nyct. We’re here, finally. Are you ready?”

I used to think so…now I’m not so sure…

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We were here. During the entire battle with this godforsaken castle, we finally made it to the big door leading to him. I stared at it, my body had been frozen. Could I really go in there? Could I really face my master…could I really defeat him? Soft organ music drifted out of that damned room, wrapping its notes smoothly around my eardrums. It seemed to be a haunting lullaby. And it sounded familiar, very familiar. The notes, they seemed to pull at me, begging to step into a room of darkness, a life of psychotic bliss. It was almost as if…the music was speaking to me, and in return, I slowly lifted my hand to the door knob, ready to slide it open. But I was pulled out of my trance by a hand on my shoulder. I snapped out of my daze, and turned to look my blue-eyed hero in the eyes. Ah…yes. He was here. He was here for me, for the two of us, and for the safety of Hyrule.

“Nyct…are you sure about this? Are we ready?” He asked softly, gazing up at me with such worry that it made my heart skip a beat, and I tried to smile softly. But the smile only became something unsure, and nervous. “He’s waiting for us. Let’s go.” I whispered back, turning again to firmly grab the handle, and pull open the door. I winced lightly at the loud ominous creaking sound it gave out, but my fear of the sound of the door was overrun by my fear of the song coming out of said room. I let go of the large rock door, and it slid all the way open on it’s own, giving us full view of the room. Without really noticing it, I reached back and clasped my hand tightly onto Link’s, and he did the same. Slowly, taking our precious time, we stepped into the dim room, and the door slammed shut behind us, causing us to jump slightly and look back.

But the problem at hand was not the door, but the man sitting at a large black organ in the front of the room. He was the one playing that eerie song, and both Link and I were pulled towards the song. It was scary. I was frightened. I had this strange feeling that something was going to be going terribly wrong, but there was nothing that I could do now. We were here, and it was either life or death. Both of us jumped harshly as the music stopped with a clang of ill use of notes. Silence. One thing I hated most besides the music was the lack of music. The ending of a song could mean the death of a loved one for all I knew. I watched with horror as the man with red hair finally stood up, and turned to us. His eyes were ablaze, and his smile forced me to grow even more nervous.

Why did his hair remind me of Malon at such a horrible time?

Her smiling, laughing face crossed my eyes. A face that had disappeared by a bleeding stomach and burning farm. I had thought of going back to the ranch at one point, of trying to find their bodies, and giving them a proper burial, but I knew that Link wouldn’t have been able to deal with that, especially so close to their deaths. She had been such a haughty girl, brash and sometimes a bit too tomboyish…but after some point, she had become my mother, and my sister. Link hadn’t known this, of course, but she was the first mothering female that I had ever met. And she had died. Died because of me.

“Take him upstairs and clean him up. If I’m going to have a murderer in my house, I’d rather him look respectable.”

At the time, that had sounded ridiculous, but now as I remember, it had just been her way. No…she hadn’t died because of me, she had died because of this monster. Ganondorf, the so-called King of Darkness. My brows furrowed, my jaw clenched, and I slipped my hand out of Link’s rigid grip. I reached behind me, and pulled out my sword, my weapon. I took my stance, and heard Link do the same, silent as ever. Really, the most he had ever spoken to me was in this castle, possibly to keep himself from going completely insane from all of the monsters and creatures that we had to kill. Before stepping into this room, we had drunken the last of our potions, and both of us had already used our fairies. A loud laughter stripped me out of my thoughts, and I averted my gaze to that man, that thing.

“Ah. My pet has finally returned to me! Are you here to receive your punishment for disobeying my orders?” He cackled, his arms crossing his chest in a confident manner. I opened my lips to speak, but another sound caught my attention, and I only had a second to scream out as Link flew past me, charging the other man. “He doesn’t belong to you!” He had yelled out in a blind rage. My eyes wide, I dropped my sword and shield, and rushed after him. I was faster, much faster, almost like a shadow flitting in the light. I watched as Ganondorf laughed again, raising his fist towards my hero. Purple sparks began to form, and grew in size as the two of us got closer. Link didn’t seem to notice. “Link! No!” I yelled out, and just in time, I crushed into his side before he could come a foot to the Dark Lord. Link crashed to the ground with the sound of scraping metal, but I didn’t have any time to do anything else, for a painful shock rushed through my body. Ganon had grabbed the back of my neck, and was attacking me with such force, such power, that I seemed to lose all sense of motion, or time. It hurt so goddamned bad. Every part of my being was screaming in agony, and in a small whisper, I promised I would do anything to make it go away. A small explosion echoed in my tortured ears, and the next thing I knew was cold hard stone hitting my cheek. With a soft groan, I lifted my body slowly off the ground, breathing hard. I just couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen into my lungs, and I heaved, my stomach writhing in pain. My vision was so blurry when I looked up, that it took a moment to realize exactly how far I was from the other two. In a moment of panic, I stood quickly, almost loosing my balance. I reached for my back, but my sword was gone. Where? Where had I dropped it? My vision began to clear, and my eyes widened at the sight my eyes beheld. Link, my Hero of Time, he was floating in the air; a strange difference in the air was spreading between Ganon’s fingers, and Link’s body. No. This couldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. We promised we would take care of each other. I winced as a yell was sprung from Link’s throat. His voice sounded wretched, in pain. Frantically I searched for my sword, and when I spotted the black blade, I rushed towards it. Not even stopping, I ran up and grabbed the hilt in my hand, and then charged at Ganondorf.

But when I had gotten close enough to pierce his heart, he snapped his fingers. Suddenly, two large beings shot towards me, and I yelled out, my sword flying out of my hands and hitting the ground with a crash. Knights. The knights were on me, the ones whom had killed Talon and Malon. The ones that had caused such destruction among Kakariko Village. Then were holding me firmly to the ground. Link screamed out again, clenching his jaw. I watched as his muscles seemed to ripple in pain, and his face was screwed up.

“Stop! Stop it!” I yelled out suddenly, kicking. I was trying to escape. I needed to escape, needed to help my love. I simply needed to be there for him, and I couldn’t. It hurt. My heart, it clenched so painfully. Ganon laughed, tightening his fist. In doing so, Link screamed harder, tears cascading down his face. “You want me to stop?” The dark king asked, smirking in my direction. How? How could he have such an apathetic when such a beautiful boy was screaming his throat out in pain before him? I nodded, feeling as if I was going to cry myself. But I couldn’t. I needed to be the strong one, for him. “What would you do in order for me to stop?” My eyes widened, but I didn’t seem to be thinking right. “Anything…” my voice croaked with those words. “I’ll do anything! Just let him go!” Ganon seemed to giggle in his own twisted way. “Only if you come back to me. By my side once again.” He whispered to me, and I was surprised that I could hear his soft voice over Link’s screams of terror. After a moment’s hesitation, I nodded, biting my lip. The Knights let go of me, and I stood quickly, running towards Link as Ganon dropped his attack on him, and the pained boy plummeted to the ground. I yelled out as I caught him in my arms, and fell to the ground myself, which was highly painful. I cradled him to my chest, whispering that he would be alright, whispering hushed words to him of the days we spent together. Deep in my heart, I knew that this would probably be the last time that I see him. In silence, I allowed the greasy hands of the Dark King grasp my arms, and pull me away from Link. I watched solemnly as he looked at me, and reached for me. He stood up, and watched as I was drug away by my master. Wait…No.

If I left him here, the knights would kill him. I willed myself some sort of power, some way to save him. Then I felt a tingling feeling in my hand. I gazed downward, and gasped as my hand eerily turned see through. I could only slightly see through it, like a smoke. Then, in an instant, I knew what I had to do. In a rush, I wrenched my arms away from that disgusting man, and ran towards Link as fast as I could. Ganon didn’t do anything, and when I finally got to Link, I grabbed his shoulder with my still solid hand. With my other, in a violent movement, I shoved it into his chest. Link gasped, looking at me with frightful and accusing eyes. I felt my hand pass through his skin and ribs, and I lightly wrapped my fingers around his pulsating heart. I cried out in pain, and shook horribly, but I held him still, using my other arm to wrap around him, and hold him tightly against my body. I leaned in, gently placing my lips against his, tasting the salty tears cascading down his lips.

“Nyct…why?” Was his shuddering question. I didn’t answer his question, but leaned in further so my breath slid across his ear.

“I love you. Don’t forget me.”

And in a flash…he was gone. For a fleeting moment, I thought that…by doing that, I had killed him. But deep in my heart, my bowels, my lungs, I knew that I had saved him. I had sent him very far away. Away from the clutches of evil, the clutches of hatred. Perhaps…just from such an act of what I had done, he had died anyways? Such a thought caused me to want to retch until shards of my own lungs flew