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The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy	By : Gamesplayers Category: Zelda > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy
- 2-I
- 3-II
- 4-III
- 5-IV
- 6-V
- 7-VI
- 8-VII
- 9-VIII
- 10-IX
- 9
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Kar grinned like an infant as he sat down by the fire.
Beside him, Jade rolled her eyes at his childishness as she prepared her mattress for the night. They had made it past the Ikana Valley and were closing in to Clock Town. In a few days, they would be there and could rent rooms for at least a night, maybe more. Though the Gerudo woman hoped this quest would be over sooner than later, she wasn’t against a cozy stay at some inn.
“What do we eat?” Asked Kar as he took his boots off.
Jade stared at his profile, raising one eyebrow. “Whatever you will hunt.”
The boy looked at her sharply. “What I hunt? You never told me I had to.”
“And you thought I would feed you like a baby?” She asked, arrogant.
“No… But we’ve lived on food you hide only the Goddesses know where since we left.”
“Yes, but that food is all gone now because you eat four times what you should be eating.”
“Well, excuse me princess, but I gotta feed these muscles!”
Jade snickered. “Which muscles?” She rolled her eyes as he looked at her, insulted, and smiled. “Now go hunt.”
“Why me? Alone? At night?”
The Gerudo sat down on the floor, by the fire. “Because you want to prove you’re a real man since the first time we met, so I am giving you an opportunity to do so by bringing us food to eat. And yes, at night, because that’s what it is right now. So get off your ass and find something to eat.”
Kar groaned, irritated, and put his boots back on. “It’s not fair.”
“You’re a big baby.” Simply said Jade before turning her attention to the fire, feeding it some wood.
The Hylian stared at her profile for a couple of minutes. Though he wanted to say something witty back, anything, to impress her and show he wasn’t a child, he couldn’t find anything. He left, sighing loudly, his right hand on his sword’s pommel.
***
Kar was cursing out loud. He had been trying to hunt for over an hour and couldn’t find anything close to edible. He was frustrated and knew nothing about the forest, its animals, how to find some plant to eat or how to find a creature to kill. The boy had hunt with Isca maybe once or twice when he was really small and couldn’t remember a thing about it. He felt miserable and frustrated.
Impatiently, he swung his sword at the bushes, cutting leaves and branches in the process.
“Fuck that, I’m going back.” He said to himself, pouting, and turned around.
“Back to where, Blondie?”
Kar jumped, got both hands on his sword’s handle.
The man in front of him shook his head. “No, no, no. You take your hands off the sword and you will be fine.” He had an accent Kar couldn’t recognize and rolled his ‘r’.
“I just want to go. Let me pass.” Threatened the Hylian without much conviction.
“No, no. You don’t understand, Blondie. You take off your hands from that weapon, or my friends will kill you.”
“Your friends?”
“Yes. They’re behind you now.”
Kar looked above both his shoulders but wouldn’t see anyone. “There’s no one behind me.”
“Are you really about to risk discovering it?”
The Hylian looked at the man in front of him a moment, before slowly letting go of his sword.
“Good boy. Now, where were you going?”
“Nowhere. I was hunting.”
“Hunting? With all the noises you make?” The man laughed. “No. I mean when you said that you were going back. Where to? You got a camp? A woman?”
“No.” Said the blonde, trying to look calm and composed, but failing. “I am alone. I was just going back the way I came because I thought I saw a good place to spend the night.”
The man laughed once more, pointed at Kar as he shook his head lightly, smirking. “You know the problem with high-breed fags like you? They don’t know how to lie.”
“I’m not lying. And not a fag.” The young man hissed.
“Stop playing with me or I will kill you, okay? Listen, princess, if you were alone you would be dead by now, judging by your hunting skills, and you look well fed. And usually, when little noble shits like you are in the forest, well fed and ignorant of how to survive, there’s a woman nearby. Feeding him.” He took a step towards Kar. The man was shorter than he was and had many scars on his face. “So you take me to your camp and your woman, or I kill you right here and I get to her after, on my own.”
Kar and the man held eye contact for a while, the tension between them rising. The boy thought of Jade and how she would mock him if he was taken out, bullied and threatened by one single man who seemed unarmed, while he had a sword and was trained with it. But beyond his broken pride, Kar thought about what this man and maybe the others with him would do to Jade if he brought them to her… She was a warrior, a fierce one, but she was still a female against an unknown number of men… They probably would…
Slowly, Kar’s right hand went to his sword pommel.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Whispered a voice from behind him as the pointy tip of a blade was pressed against his neck.
Cursing in his head, he let go if his weapon.
The man in front of him smiled. “Now that you see I’m serious, lad, take me to your camp.”
***
Jade heard Kar before seeing him. She smirked, well aware he wouldn’t have found anything since he had made so much noises around while “hunting”. Truth was she had gotten them a big fat bird to roast while he was away. She just wanted to make Kar understand what it was like to have to provide for himself and maybe educate him a little bit. He was raised as a noble and, though his knowledge about the world itself was impressive for a boy, he knew nothing about surviving. And now, he needed to know that above anything else.
She looked up at him as he arrived, smiling evilly. But he, on the other hand, had a grimmer face she had ever seen him with. “You didn’t get anything?” She asked, playfully.
“Jade, please get up.”
“What?”
“Please get up.”
Feeling the urgency in Kar’s voice, she obeyed, slowly. Her heart started racing as she felt something wasn’t right. “Why?”
“Oh My. Look at that. A Gerudo in a forest.” Said a man with a thick accent as he appeared from behind Kar. A grin in his face as he stared up and down at Jade.
She glared at at him, then at Kar. The boy was stiff and wouldn’t move. “That’s not the kind of animal I thought you’d bring back.”
The man laughed. “Your prince here is no good for hunting. We heard him and tracked him for a long time before I had to appear to make him realize he was being followed. Else, he would have never known it.”
Jade stared at the man with disgust, returned her attention to Kar. “Why aren’t you moving?”
“There are two others and one has a sword pressed against the back of my head.” Stated Kar, raging inside.
“Hey, Honey.” Called the man, intending for Jade to turn around. She didn’t. “What about I make you feel good right here, in front of your prince, while he watches? I’m sure he can’t take care of a woman like you.” He pointed at Kar. “He must have a small dick.”
Kar blinked, insulted beyond possible, as he stared at the man nearing on Jade. “I will kill you.” Stated the blonde, coldly.
The man laughed, but it surprised Jade to hear Kar saying something like this with such a cold tone of voice. She looked over at him a split second before returning her attention to the man who was beginning to be too close to her liking. She stepped back “Stay away.”
“Honey, if you want me to make you feel good, I gotta be real close.”
“Fuck you.”
The man chuckled. “Yes. Of course.” He launched himself at Jade, pushing her against a tree.
Her back hit the tree, but she used it to launch herself forward and delivered a nasty and strong punch to the man’s jaw. He groaned in pain and surprise. “Bitch.” He called her.
Trying to take advantage of the surprise, Jade spun around to reach her saber, her weapon, which was right on the other side of that same tree. But the man grabbed her at the base of her long ponytail and forced her head up. She moaned in pain, kicked his knee with her heel, but he dodged and proceeded to drag her on the floor.
He got on top of her, slapped Jade’s face. She responded with another fierce punch to the man’s jaw, and followed it with another one to his stomach.
The man looked up in Kar’s direction and over his shoulder. “Rick! Come hold her!”
From behind Kar, a man appeared, taller than the one trying to rape Jade, and slimmer. He wasn’t the one holding the sword against the boy’s neck, for the blade stayed there.
Rick, as he was called, kneeled above Jade’s head and grabbed her arms, forced them in an uncomfortable position and held them there so she wouldn’t move. She jerked her body around, screaming as she tried to break free. The man on top of her sat on her lap and laughed. “It’ll hurt if you don’t relax.” He said, as he started to undo his pants.
“Fuck it.” Whispered Kar.
“What?” Said the man behind.
“I said to fuck it.” He whispered back, turning his head lightly to look at the man behind him, making eye contact.
And Kar took advantage of that split second of eye contact to unsheathe his long sword. He turned around sharply, pointed that sword at the man who had kept him a hostage. “Now you listen to me. I was trained all my fucking life to be able to hold a sword like a royal knight of Hyrule. You get your ass off this camp or you die.”
“Yo, boss. Jimmy’s lost the boy.” Said rick to the man on top of Jade.
He looked at the scene. “Jimmy can handle him. I’m sure the kid doesn’t know what to do with that sword.” The man returned his attention to Jade. “But I’m sure you know how to handle one…”
She spat at his face.
“Don’t piss me off or I’ll kill you after.”
Jimmy, facing Kar, took a fighting stance. “You’re just a kid. You’ve never killed a man before. And you don’t have what it takes to do it.”
“I have everything it takes.” Replied Kar, voice low.
“If it was true, you would’ve killed me the second you spun around.”
Kar didn’t answer. He launched himself forward, attacking, raging. Jimmy dodged his attack easily. The boy was blinded with rage and broken pride and wasn’t using his skills appropriately. He had lost his cool, and Jimmy had seen it the second the blonde had pointed his sword at him. With a grin on his face, he protected himself against Kar’s furious blows with ease.
Behind Kar, Jade screamed louder. The boy wanted to turn around and look at what was going on, but couldn’t. He had to take care of the man in front of him before, or showing him his back would be a death sentence.
With a knife, the man sitting on top of jade cut open her top, exposing her upper body. He laughed, as he grabbed her breasts with both his hands. “Look at that.” He said. “Hey, Rick, when I’m done, you can take your turn on her.” Both men chuckled.
Hearing that was enough for Kar. He spun around, showed his back to the man behind and swung his sword into the man’s neck, the one on top of Jade. The sword went clean through the skin and he started to gurgle. Thick, warm, dark blood started oozing from his mouth and from his neck.
Jade stared at the dying man on top of her with wide, terrified eyes, as his blood splattered all over her body and face.
Kar pulled out his sword, and the man fell on top of Jade, dead, or soon to be. Rick let go of her hands, jumped away from the horror and stumbled upon a log. He screamed and fell right into the fire.
Jade pushed off the dead man’s body of her and got up, one arm covering her chest. As she hurried to get her saber, she heard Kar groan and hold a muffled scream as he was hit from behind by the man he was fighting with at the beginning. She looked at him, he held his side and he was bleeding, yet he still fought against his first enemy.
She rushed by the tree, grabbed her saber and ran to help Kar.
As he blocked a blow that was headed for his head and Jimmy, the man he fought with, had his guard open, Jade impaled the man in the chest. He fell to the ground instantly, moaning pathetically.
She locked eyes with Kar. He swallowed his saliva, nodded to her and smiled lightly. He was in pain, visibly.
Rick, who they had forgotten for a second, screamed behind them. The man was on fire, and running around camp, screaming and trying to put out the flames. Jade and Kar watched a moment, then looked at each other.
They could have helped him and put out the fire.
They could have killed him and put him out of his misery.
They did none of it.
And after a few minutes of struggle, Rick fell to the ground, his body convulsed for a while as he burnt to death, filling the air with a foul stench.
“We should find another camp site.” Whispered Kar, softly.
Jade looked up at him a moment before answering. “Let me cover myself. Then I’ll take care of your wound and after we will leave.”
He nodded.
***
Gregory sat still on his chair. At his feet, the glass he was playing with earlier was shattered, the ice melting away. He had dropped it at some point while Isca was talking.
“Say something. Please.” Asked Isca, sitting before his old-time friend, head down.
What could Greg say? He was well aware Isca needed some comfort, or at least to be told something in return for his confession. But nothing came out of the lieutenant’s mind. He merely stared at his friend, speechless.
“It’s horrible. I know. Just... Say something...” Whispered the Knight Commander, voice low and pitiful.
It was unbearable to hear Isca pleading. It was almost painful to Gregory. He swallowed his saliva, managed to look into another direction, at the wall. They were in his office, in the middle of the night. Isca was soaked from the rain outside. For a very long while, there was an eerie silence between the two men. It was like the air was still, solid, so tense it was about to rip.
“Why?” Gregory finally asked, after an eternity.
“I told you...”
“No. You told me an excuse. It was an excuse to send him away, to his death, because of a woman’s threat.” Stated the Lieutenant, voice calm, yet icy.
Isca looked up at him for the first time since he had started to talk. “She would have killed him.”
“No.” Slowly, Greg turned his head to look at his friend, or former friend. He didn’t know who that man in front of him was now, but it wasn’t Isca. Not anymore. “The man I know, the Isca I know, wouldn’t have feared these threats. He would have put that child in safety and dealt with Kira, after, by himself.”
Isca locked eyes with Greg. He had never seen him looking so firm, so hard, so closed with him. “I had no choice.” He hissed, glaring up at his second in command.
“A man always has a choice.” Whispered Greg, before getting up.
“A man does, but not a father.”
Gregory said nothing. He knew Isca was right about this and he understood what he meant and what he had done, on a fatherly perspective. “Are you planning on going back to your mansion?” He asked, after a while.
“Not right now.” Answered Isca, voice still low. “I would prefer to wait until everything calms down a little bit... By now, the Sheikahs must be well aware, and the children too, that I... Hit Tatl.” The last words felt bitter in his mouth.
“Probably.”
“Do you think Kar survived?” Asked Isca, after a while.
“Maybe, but I doubt it. The boy has never been away from Castle Town before, and you abandoned him in the most dangerous, arid, and difficult area of the kingdom.” There was no sympathy in Gregory’s voice. No friendliness. He turned to Isca. “But you’re aware this child knows our plan, his whereabouts are unknown to us, either he is alive or not, and he might come back and make everything fail, aren’t you?”
Isca nodded slowly, tiredly. “Yes.”
“He is probably very mad at you, Isca, if he still lives. He is a threat, now, and he wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t obeyed Kira.” Greg’s jaws clenched as he looked up at the wall, visibly upset. “If you had told me what she had asked of you, we could have worked this out together, instead.”
“Are you suggesting to find him and kill him if he’s not dead yet?” Asked Isca, after a few seconds of silence.
“No. I would never kill a child.” Stated Greg, staring coldly at his Captain. “But now, he is a threat. You don’t know what he might bring with him.”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you forgotten what blood runs into his veins?” The two men stared at each other. “Kar is the only heir to the throne, Isca. It’s time you remember this. And not only this, he is the Hero’s only known son. Add these two elements to the fact you told him you weren’t his real father and to Kar’s temper, and we get to one solution: if he is not dead, he will investigate, and if he investigates, he will be back to Hyrule sooner than you think and with trouble. That is what I mean.”
“Zelda never discussed about making him her heir.” Said Isca, massaging his forehead.
“Indeed she didn’t. She couldn’t as long as he didn’t know where he came from. It would have been equivalent to telling him you weren’t his real father, if she did mention this to him, or you, or Tatl, or anyone.”
Isca stared up at Gregory. For a long moment, both men were silent, looking at each other, the tension in the room rising.
“What do you suggest?” Asked Isca, his voice was tired.
“That we closely watch all the borders with twice as many men as usual, and if he returns, we take him into custody until the situation over here will be calm enough. We have to send an emissary to the Gerudos for sure, as the desert is theirs. And we would be wise to offer a generous compensation for his capture within Hyrule and outside the borders. If he still lives, we will find him quickly.”
***
“Where. Were. You?”
Mathias’ face flushed, he looked down at his feet. He couldn’t answer, his throat seemed to stop him from producing any kind of sound.
“Don’t you think I have enough on my arms right now without you wandering off in the middle of the night? Yesterday, furthermore, Mathias?” Tatl’s voice was cold. She had to force herself to pronounce every word correctly, her mouth and jaws being painful and stiff. She rested her fists on her hips. “Where were you?”
The boy –almost as large as his father- stood silent, unable to look at his mother. He felt like his throat was made of sand.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Reluctantly, Mathias looked up at his mother. His expression couldn’t be more apologetic. “I’m so-sorry...” He whispered.
Tatl stared at her son, at his helpless face and she felt her heart sink. How could she be upset with such a sensible child? She sighed, very softly, and her expression relaxed. “Where were you?” She asked again, voice soft.
“... I... I...” Mathias stared at his mother, trying to create a lie. “I was outside. Walking.”
“Walking?” Asked the Twili, doubtful.
“Yes, Mother... I needed to... take a walk, after... after...”
Tatl nodded, showing she understood what he meant. “I understand. But you should have warned somebody. Sheik could have accompanied you. It’s not safe for a boy like you to walk around at night. You were lucky nothing happened.”
Mathias lowered his head again. Many, so many things had happened. “Yes, Mother.”
“Don’t do it again.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.” She half-smiled to him, her face being too swollen. “I was worried.”
“I know.”
Tatl stared at her son a moment. He looked so much like his father... She sighed again, and hoped Isca would be back soon, despite her injuries. The children needed their father, and she knew that he wouldn’t hit her again. He must have been in the same state of shame as Mathias, right now, after what had happened. It was so not like him to hit a woman, his wife furthermore.
Mathias sat on his bed as his mother went away. He sighed as he started to breathe normally again. He let his body fall upon his bed and stared at his ceiling.
I must never see Lance again. He thought.
He felt guilty. Guiltier than ever. And yet, at the same time, Mathias felt relieved for the first time. His needs, the demons hiding in him, they had been satisfied by seeing Lance on that brothel’s floor, covered in various fluids. The power he had felt over that young man, that blonde, slim young boy, it was so good it was almost unbearable.
Mathias shook his head. He had to stop thinking about this. It was bad. He shouldn’t have done it.
But it felt so good... Closing his eyes, he relived the events, remembered the feelings and the pleasure, feeling aroused almost instantly. He wondered if masturbation would relieve him, this time, now that he had something real to think about...
“Mathias?”
He jumped, his heart skipped a few beats and he sat up straight in his bed, staring at his bedroom door with wide eyes.
Midna stood there, suspiciously staring at him. “Why are you so jumpy?”
“I thought I was alone.” He replied almost dumbly.
She smirked. “Yes. It seems like it.” She walked into the room, came to site beside her brother.
“What do you want?” Mathias asked.
Midna shrugged. “Nothing. I’m just bored.”
The boy stared at his sister for a while. She looked outside, through the window. “Only bored?” He asked, when the silence was unbearable to him and hoping she would go away so he could take care of his own problem.
“Yes. And I wondered where you were last night.”
“Of course.” Replied Mathias. “You wouldn’t come talk to me without hoping to get something in return.”
“That’s not true! Sometimes I just come to talk with you without reasons!”
He shook his head. “No you don’t. Anyway, I was out for a walk. As I told Mother.” He stated.
“Ok. And the truth?” Asked Midna.
“The truth? That’s the truth.”
She tilted her head to the side. “I won’t tell Mom.”
“Okay... But my answer will remain the same.” Said Mathias, staring down at his sister.
“Was it a girl?”
“What?”
“You were out for the whole night. Were you with a girl?”
“Why would I be with a girl?”
Midna blinked, and her eyebrows lowered as she became slightly suspicious of her brother. “Because you’re a good looking boy and it must be easy to get girls?”
“I’m not interested in that.” Answered Mathias, almost scandalized.
“... Are you interested in boys?”
“What?”
“Like Olwen and Sheik, you know.”
“Midna!”
“What? It’s fine if you are, you just got to tell Dad and Mom so they don’t marry you off to a girl.”
“That’s gross.”
“No it’s not. Some people are like that, that’s all.”
“Midna, please leave me alone.” Mathias snapped. “What you say is nonsense.”
His sister got up from the bed. She looked somewhat amused. “I’ll just assume you were with a boy, then.”
Mathias got up. “No you won’t assume that, because I wasn’t.”
“Where were you, then?”
“Outside, walking!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I’m not lying!”
“I’ll tell Mom you were with a boy.”
“No you won’t!”
“Yes, I will!” She started walking away, a smirk on her face.
Mathias grabbed her by the arm, harshly, and forced her to look at him. “You will shut your mouth, Midna. And you won’t start rumours.”
Midna stood still, staring up at her brother, eyes wide with surprise and fear. She did not answer.
He looked at her, then let her go. “Look. Mom’s not in a g-good state n-now and... and... and I don’t want her to worry about false stuff. I like girls, but I’m not there, not yet, okay? I’m not Kar. Kar was there when he was my age, he had girls. I don’t. That’s all.”
Midna stared at her brother. “I was only playing with you, Mathias.”
“Don’t do this again.” He kept his back to her. “Now, please leave me alone.”
She nodded and obeyed. Midna stopped at the door, looked back at her brother. “I’m sorry...”
He did not answer.
Midna walked away.

***
Isca sat in front of Gregory. They both looked out the window. The sun was setting by now. It had been another grey, cloudy, cold day. Softly, the Lieutenant smoke while his Captain played with an empty glass, a habit he had developed recently.
They were ready. And tomorrow would be the big day.
They would march upon the castle and seize the Queen.
“Have you talked with Kira recently?” Finally asked Gregory.
“Yes. Yesterday. Our exchanges have been very cold since Kar’s… Since I dropped him in the desert.”
“Is she going to be there tomorrow?”
Isca shrugged lightly, the despair heavy on his shoulders. “That’s what she’s being paid for.”
Greg nodded. “Have you confirmed? Is she leaving after?”
“I confirmed with her already. And should be leaving after. She said she would be away as soon as the job would be over. So by the time Zelda is caught and guarded by our men, she’ll be gone.”
“I see.”
Isca got up. Walked to the window and looked down at the street.
Gregory stared at his back a long moment. How did they become this? Isca bringing a child to his death and hitting his wife, and Greg sleeping with his best friend’s daughter and son’s betrothed?
He took in a big puff of tobacco.
“I think I’ll go to the tavern tonight.” Said Isca.
“Are you sure? Tomorrow will be very demanding… And so will the next days, maybe weeks, months or years…”
“That’s exactly why I’ll go to the tavern tonight.”
Greg chuckled. “Are you coming back here after?”
“I have nowhere else to go.” He said, looking over his shoulder at Greg, smiling sadly.
“I’ll have the guest room prepared then.” The silver-haired man smiled back.
“Thank you.”
“Anything for an old friend.”
.
***
“M’lord?”
Gregory raised his head from his paperwork to look at his servant. “Yes?”
“Lady Midna is here to see you.”
He dropped his pen, sat straight. “... Midna?”
“Yes, M’Lord.”
He stared at his servant a moment, wondering what to say. “Tell her I’m busy.”
“She insisted to see you.”
Gregory stood still a minute. Then he sighed and got up. “Fine. Let her in.”
The servant nodded and disappeared. A few seconds later, Midna entered the room, smiling softly.
“You... changed your hair?” Asked Greg, remarking her now choppy, short hair.
“Yes. Do you like it?”
Gregory poured himself a glass of dark alcohol. “It suits you well. Would you like something to drink?”
“No. Thank you.”
He nodded, then sat on his desk, legs and arms crossed and took a sip of his glass. “What brings you here, tonight?”
“I missed you.” Said the young woman with no hesitation. She was standing a few feet away from him, her hands crossed over her midsection. “And I wondered how... you were doing... And... How Dad is doing...”
Gregory nodded. Of course she would have guessed that Isca had come to him after the previous night’s drama. “He is doing as well as he can, right now. And so am I.”
“Is he here?”
“No. He went out for the night a few moments ago. He needed some fresh air.” Gregory stared at Midna, realizing he had just told her they were alone and Isca wouldn’t walk on them. He took a sip of alcohol. “And you? How are you...” he awkwardly, nervously motioned with his glass. “...Doing? With everything that is happening recently?”
“I guess I’m fine.” Midna shrugged. “I’m probably the less damaged individual in this whole household, right now.”
Less damaged... But still somewhat broken… Because of me… He thought.
“Good, good.” Greg said, awkwardly. “I’m glad to hear that.” He smiled, uncomfortable. “So, now that you’ve got your answer to your question... Is there... something else or are you going... home?”
Midna’s face flushed as she understood he was trying to send her away. She took a step towards him. “I... thought we could, maybe, spend some time together... You and I. Maybe we could talk.”
He stiffened. “Midna, this is a very terrible timing for that.”
“You don’t want us to talk…?” She asked, surprised by his snippy answer.
“No, no-no-no!” He straightened himself. “I’m sure you need to talk and I’m sure it’s very important and I really want to hear you after… After what happened.” Gregory cleared his throat. “But tonight is not a good time. Really.”
“Why…?”
“It’s… Complicated.” He put his glass down, scratched his beard. “Tomorrow will be a very difficult day, that’s all, and I need to prepare.”
“Prepare… For a mission?”
Gregory stared at her neck a split second too long. “Y-yes. A mission. So please, I need to work. I’m not done for tonight.”
“You’ve been working for a long time already, I can tell.” Midna’s smile took a lusty curl. “I’m sure you could use a break.”
He put his hands before him, shook his head. “No, please.”
“You’re sure? Because you seemed to enjoy-“
“It was a mistake and it will not happen again.” He cut her.
Midna stared up at him, eyes wide, surprised. “A… mistake?”
“Yes. I never should have given into this. You’re… almost like a daughter to me.”
“But I am not.”
“No, but you are my friend’s-“
“I am not Isca’s daughter. You know it as much as me.” She snapped. “And if you really think of me as a ‘daughter’, then you are a twisted man after what happened last-“
“You came at me naked and begging for it!” Tears rose into the young woman’s eyes, instantly, and Gregory realized what he had just said as he saw the shock on her face. “Midna… I’m sorry, that’s not… that’s now what I meant…”
“That’s exactly what you meant.” She answered, voice low. Hurt.
“No, I swear…! Or at least, not like that…” Greg sighed, bit his lower lip as he cursed at himself in his mind. “Look… I… You’re not like that, I know.”
“But you just said it. You said that I came at you, naked, begging for it. You said I’m a whore. And you said that because I came at you in this state, you couldn’t hold back from fucking me and taking my virginity.” Midna stated, nodding her head slowly, staring at the floor. “You’re right.” She looked up at him, hatred in her eyes. She wasn’t crying anymore. “I should be out of here. We have nothing to talk about.” Politely, she nodded her head. “My Lord, please take good care of my father. Good night.” She left, her face an expressionless mask.
Gregory watched her disappear and sighed softly. He was a clumsy man, and he had never been exactly good with women, but this was by far his worst interaction with a female. At least, he consoled himself, this was putting an end to his little misconduct with Isca’s daughter… And many women weren’t virgin when they wed, but either the husband wouldn’t make too much of a case of it or would simply not realize it.
Or he would kill his wife.
He shook his head, went back to his desk. He would have to check on Midna later on, after the take-over, and make sure she was alright. He would even apologize. But for the time being, he needed to concentrate on the task ahead.
***
Isca was beginning to be drunk. It was really late. And he would be hung over the next day, but it was the last of his concern right now.
The atmosphere was really agreeable at the tavern that night: music kept playing, people kept dancing and singing salacious songs and it made the knight smirk. He wouldn’t sing or dance with them, but this ambiance was really all he needed right now.
He was sitting facing the tavern’s entry door, for the show was in-between him and that door. He would see all the people coming in and going out throughout the evening and night. It somewhat amused him. Most of them would salute him politely, some others would look at him disdainfully –the latter being people he had arrested at some point- and it just made him smile more. He was well known and liked by the good people of Castle Town. That’s all he needed for when he would take over the city, in a few hours.
His smile faded as he thought of Kar. What if he came back? What would happen? The logic thing to do would be to put him into the dungeons and keep him there eternally, maybe even kill him. The boy was, after all, heir to the throne and therefore he would be able to gain the population’s sympathy at some point, if he tried. Another option would be to make Kar side with himself and Greg. But Isca doubted that would happen after dropping him in the desert…
“Why are you doing this?”
“I have no choice, Kar…” Said Isca, trying to seem cold, but not succeeding. “You’ve always dreamt of adventures… Now’s your chance…” He looked away from the boy he had called his son. “You’ll be… Killed… If you return to Hyrule…”
Isca shook his head as he remembered how Kar’s voice had broken as he had asked why he was being left to die.
“Dad! DAD!” Cried the boy, desperate, as Isca started walking away.
“I AM NOT YOUR FATHER!” Yelled the knight, facing Kar. His voice broke as he was unable to stand seeing the boy so broken. At that moment, he knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself anymore.
Isca pinched himself. Not again. He was having a flashback of the event. Exactly like when Tatl came in the living room and he hit her after.
“W-what…? You… What?”
“You heard me well, Kar. You’re not my son.” Whispered Isca, looking away from the blonde. He couldn’t stand to see him so miserable.
“Whose… Am I-I… M-mom?” Kar’s voice was breaking more and more. He was shattering, like a broken mirror.
“Your mother is Tatl. But I am not your father.” Said the knight, looking up at the boy he had raised with tears in his eyes.
“W-who is he..? Why are you doing this to me! I swore I wouldn’t talk about your plan!” Screamed the young man with a voice that was close to the one of a wounded animal.
The sound of the boy’s voice made the knight shiver, break. “… Your father’s the Hero of Time.” Isca finally said, as he turned his back to Kar, leaving him behind. Leaving his own humanity behind.
Between the walls of his cranium, a storm was unleashed. Isca leaned against the table, held his head between his hands as he remembered hearing Kar falling down on his knees as he had walked away, turning his back on that boy he had raised from his birth until then. He remembered hearing him sob, his voice breaking. He remembered the young blonde’s screams of agony as the knight, his father, had walked away on him.
“I am a monster.” Isca whispered.
***
“Link?” Melody called. “Link?” She called again, a few minutes later, after receiving no answer. “Liiiiiink?” She left the kitchen and went towards the back of the house, where she thought he would be.
He was standing by the window, looking out at the forest behind the house, Vodka sitting beside him. Absently, the Hylian scratched the wolf’s head as he stared at the outside world.
“Link?”
He jumped lightly, turned to face Mel and smiled softly to her. “Yes?”
“I’ve been calling you for quite a while now...What are you doing?”
He shrugged. “I was lost in thoughts, I guess.”
Melody sighed, irritated. “Yes. Like you always do.” She turned around, leaving the room.
“Didn’t you wanted to talk to me?” Link asked, slightly confused by her reaction.
“No. Keep dreaming.”
He went after her, caught her wrist and spun her around so she would face him. “Mel. What’s wrong?” Link asked, softly.
She stared at him a while, words caught in her throat. Where to start? Everything is wrong, she thought. “What are you always thinking about?” She managed to ask.
“Just... stuff.” He forced a smile. “Nothing to worry about, Honey.”
“Stuff?” She pushed him away, tried to leave, but he wouldn’t let go of her wrist. Irritated, Mel glared at him. “Link. I’ve been living with you for years and you never talk to me, you never answer my questions and you keep being lost in thoughts you won’t tell me anything about.” She pulled her arm free. “You know everything about me and yet I know so little about you...” Melody shook her head. “And this life... It’s so... boring, Link! Even our sex life is monotonous and boring.”
Speechless, Link blinked. “... I... Wasn’t aware you... had all that-“
“On my mind? Of course you’re not aware. You never talk to me.” She walked away, went towards the kitchen and left the house through the door giving on the big balcony.
Link stood still in the hallway. When he managed to move, it was only to sigh and run a hand through his hair. He looked over at Vodka, and the wolf stared back with an expression that seemed to mean “You’re an idiot”.
“Wanna go hunt?” Asked the Hylian, after a while.
Lazily, the wolf got up.
Link gathered his bow, arrows, and a hunting knife and exited the house with Vodka. Melody was nowhere to be seen outside.
***
Melody returned to the house much later that night. She slipped inside softly, wondering if Link would have been asleep. She had been a little rough on him, she was well aware and wished to apologize. Everything she said, she had meant it, but it was a little bit sudden and Link had seen none of it coming.
As she had walked along the beach for hours, Melody had taken a grave decision that made her nauseous just to think about: if Link wasn’t going to open to her, and soon, she would leave him. She loved him so much, yet, she couldn’t keep on living with someone she knew so little about...
Now, the hardest part was to decide when she would give him her ultimatum. Tonight seemed fitting, after what had happened earlier.
So, hoping to find him relaxed and in bed already, she made her way inside the house, looking for the Hylian. But she didn’t find him, and neither was Vodka around. She wasn’t worried, it was very much like Link to disappear for long hours with the wolf, all the more after the argument –monologue- they had earlier.
Melody signed and sat down on the bed she shared with him. She looked at the sheets. When was the last time he had been passionate about something, she wondered? Had he ever been passionate in any way? In the beginning, he seemed to be. Their love-making sessions were, at least. But now, even that, he didn’t seem to be much into it anymore... They would mechanically get through with it, the same way you drink water to satisfy your thirst.
Mel laid down. Closed her eyes and wondered if he would be back before she would fall asleep.
***
“You’re just as clumsy as you were ten years ago.” Said Thami, a wicked smile on her lips.
Link groaned in pain. “Can’t you just get done with it?” He asked, irritated.
“You don’t talk to me like that. Especially when I’m treating your self-inflicted wound.”
“It wasn’t on purpose.” He girthed his teeth as she sew his skin back together.
The witch chuckled. “I hope. If you had done this to yourself in your right mind, I’d leave you out there and hope it gets infected.”
“How considerate.”
Behind, Vodka whined and lowered his head.
“You stabbed yourself with a hunting knife. If it were intentional, you’d deserve to die.”
Link rolled his eyes, clenched his fists. “Are you done soon?”
“You’re such a pussy.” Said the Crazy-Leaves-Lady as she finished to stitch the Hylian’s thigh. “It’s not a deep cut. It’ll heal quickly if you don’t move around too much.”
“Thanks.”
“How did it happen anyway?”
“Very stupidly.”
“I still want to hear.”
“You wanna laugh at me.” Said the Hylian as he slowly rose to his feet to see if he could walk.
“Of course I do.”
Link shook his head lightly and sighed. “I was tracking a fucking rabbit and Vodka wasn’t with me. He was tracking something too, elsewhere. Put the knife down and lifted my bow. Time I did that, the rabbit disappeared. I looked, but couldn’t find it. I was focused. Then Vodka just appeared beside me and I was surprised. I was in a rather precarious position and being scared made me move. I fell down. Right on the knife. You know the rest of the story.”
Thami laughed lightly. “I thought it would be better than that. Or more epic. But it doesn’t seem like you do anything epic anymore.”
“Oh, fuck you, Thami.” He waved dismissingly at her.
“Well, well. Seems like I hit a sensitive string.” She sat down. “What’s going on, Hero?”
Link snickered. “Hero.” He sat down with the witch. “Hero of fucking things up.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Melody is upset. With me.”
“Was about time. You’re unbearable.” The Crazy-Leaves-Lady got up. “You’d like some tea?”
“Yeah.”
She started to prepare the beverage. “Why is she upset?”
“She says I don’t talk enough. That our life is boring. Even our sex life, for Farore’s sake!”
“Well, that’s not something I thought I’d hear about you. As far as I remember, you’re the best I had.”
Link chuckled bitterly. “Trying to make me feel better?”
“Never. I’d throw rocks at you if I had the chance.” They both laughed. “So. What are you gonna do to fix this with your woman?”
The Hylian shrugged lazily. “I don’t know... Telling her about what happened in Hyrule is out of question.”
“Why is that? It’s not like you did something evil... You saved the kingdom and possibly the world.”
“Against my will.”
“Your will is insignificant. It was the Goddesses’ will that you, and not someone else, find the Master Sword and save the realm.” She scolded him.
Link shook his head dismissively. “I just don’t wanna talk about it. I don’t want the attention and I don’t want her to look at me differently...”
“Well, if you don’t talk to your sweetheart, she might just not look at you anymore.” Thami gave Link a steaming hot cup of tea.
“You think...?”
“Melody is a strong, independent and beautiful woman. She will leave and will find a man who deserves her, if you don’t talk. And you will be the only one to blame.”
“You talk like there is no other way out of this than her leaving me...”
“And there is none, Link, unless you open up that pretty mouth of yours to say something important for once.”
“Hmph.”
The witch sat down in front of Link. “And also. I wanted to warn you about something.”
“Hm?” He said, right before burning his tongue on the hot tea.
“Something is coming to this village, and it’ll make things change. A lot. If I were you, I’d tell everything to Melody as soon as you get home, because once this storm hits, there will be little hope left for you, if you haven’t regained her trust before.”
Link’s blood turned cold. He put the cup down. “What storm? What’s coming?”
Thami shrugged. “I don’t know. But there’s little time left.”
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