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The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny	By : Gamesplayers Category: Zelda > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5872 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny
- 2-I
- 3-II
- 4-III
- 5-IV
- 6-V
- 7-VI
- 8-VII
- 9-VIII
- 10-IX
- 11-X
- 12-XI
- 13-XII
- 14-XIII
- 15-XIV
- 16-XV
- 17-XVI
- 18-XVII
- 19-XVIII
- 20-Showdown
- 21-Breakdown
- 10
- 11
- 12
X

                When King Zora learned about his daughter’s death, he was inconsolable and dismissed Link rudely. The Hero bowed slightly, even though his body was still sensible to every movement.
                The fight with Morpha had been harsh on him; way too harsh, in fact.
                Healing had taken days and his wounds kept reopening as he merely turned around on his small mattress. And still, those had been really good days and nights for the Hero.
                Tatl had visited him. A lot.
                Therefore, even if the King Zora shed enough tears to refill Lake Hylia, Link’s mind was floating into a thick cloud as he wore a rather innocent smile all the time.
                And by innocent, it was not the guilty-less kind.
                Tatl too was much happier and had high spirits most of the time, which made her knight sometimes doubtful over her source of such a constant happiness… But most of the time, Isca would merely smile as he saw her skip around or merely giggle, thinking she was beautiful.
                Truth was that he wasn’t exactly the only one to think such.
                And this was making Sheik anxious and bitter.
                The blond had seen Link walk straight into trouble many, many times before, and at every occasion, he was there to help his little brother; he was there to protect him. But now, as he stood by the fire, he stared at Isca as the knight trained farther away.
                And it was clear, at least for Sheik, that Link had no chance to stand up against him if the two men were to fight together, someday.
                He prayed the Goddesses to be wrong as he chewed on his thumb nail, but he had the very distinct impression that this duel would come.
                And quite faster than expected.
                Link and Tatl weren’t exactly subtile and, even if Isca was naïve, he wasn’t stupid. Sadly.
                And neither of the Twili or the legendary Hero of Time would listen to the wise words of Sheik and stop this affair before someone would die. They did not believe that it would go that far. No one did. Not even Olwen.
                Only Sheik seemed to be really aware of the risks of such imbecility.
                “It is not stupid, Sheik. They are merely acting to fulfill their hearts’ demands.” Olwen said. Sheik wouldn’t even look up as he was still chewing on his nail, staring at Isca.
-          “Without any consideration over the Hell that they are bringing upon us.” The blond snapped back. The butler chuckled.
-          “And who would blame them?” Sheik looked up.
-          “Me, visibly.”
-          “But you have no rights to judge them upon this, Sunshine.”
-          “What do you mean?” Olwen smirked.
-          “That you do not use your logic at all when the Hero is involved.” Sheik flinched half a second, then blinked.
Olwen was right. As always.
The Sheikah turned around, showing his back to the silver-haired man before he left. Nothing in the way he moved showed how irritated he really was.
***
                A few weeks after the Water temple events, the small heroic crew was finally back into Kakariko.
                People waved at them, smiling softly, even if the sky was still darkened by the heavy clouds of smoke that Death Mountain’s volcano kept shouting. Apparently, the rumours of Link’s accomplishments had reached the villagers.
                And it moved the Hylian deeply when those people he was fighting for thanked him for what he had done until now.
                Of course, Isca wasn’t as pleased as the smaller Hylian nor anyone else. He merely hated the green-clad “Hero” more.
                They reached Zelda’s house shortly after and found the princess waiting for them, smiling. She had missed them, very apparently. She greeted each team member with that wise and comforting smile of hers. Until she reached Link, which gave the occasion to the very unsociable Erk to skip the handshake.
                He smiled to her and her eyes widened as she stared at him, as she examined him as if he was an experimentation specimen. The Hylian blinked, surprised to be looked at in such a way by the Princess of Destiny. “Heum…” He started. “May I help… You?” Zelda sighed, smiling again.
-          “You look incredibly different.” Preplexed, the Hero rested a fist on his hip.
-          “What do you mean, different?”
-          “Something has changed in you, hasn’t it?” He blinked. Everyone was now into the house. Everyone but Sheik who stood by the doorway, in the shadows.
-          “I don’t know… Perhaps.” Link answered, speechless. Zelda shook her head lightly.
-          “Not perhaps; it has! As if two pieces of a same puzzle had been put together perfectly. You have found something very important, haven’t you?”
-          “I found a sapphire.” She poked the Hylian’s forehead roughly.
-          “I am talking about you, dummy!” Link laughed.
-          “Dummy? Come on, Zel, I can show you how to insult people if your uptight education hasn’t done so.” He grinned. The princess sighed heavily.
-          “Perhaps you haven’t changed that much, after all.” She turned around to enter the house, but stopped when Link grabbed her hand. Zelda looked at him. He smiled to her.
-          “I’ve found something, yeah.” She examined him. “I’ve found a purpose and… Something more…” He looked up. The princess turned around and followed his stare into the house where Tatl was. The Twili was talking with Olwen. Zelda gasped softly and Link chuckled behind her. “Talk to you later, hm? I’m hungry and if Tatl keeps holding Olwen into some conversation, we’ll never get food!” He walked past her and entered the house, closing the door behind him.
Zelda stood where she was as she observed the closed door. Something had changed in him, and it was much deeper than a single purpose; his eyes showed it.
Link had very bright, piercing and icy blue eyes. When he stared at somebody, it always felt like he was throwing daggers with those deep and steely eyes. He always seemed ready to defend himself, in fact.
When he left, he had, truthfully, the attitude and appearance of a trapped animal.
But now, that pale ice had transformed into a calm winter sky. Link didn’t seem edgy, nor terrorised over life. His stare was even… Warm.
Link was good-looking. Now he was damn handsome.
He looked happy and almost fulfilled.
Almost.
Zelda smiled softly as she climbed the stairs and entered the house.
***
                As always, the group was reunited in the kitchen that was growing smaller and smaller with the increase in team members. Olwen had started to prepare food as Link was incredibly insistent over his hunger right behind him. Isca had successfully squeezed himself in a smaller area of the room –at the opposite side of Link, of course- as Tatl was sitting at the table, talking with Nami who barely answered as she blushed. Erk was standing beside Sheik near the entrance door and they both held the same position; arms and legs crossed. The mage had put his book down on the table, beside the fairy.
                Zelda made her way to the middle of the crowded room with some difficulty before she spotted the grey-skinned mage. She stared at him as he stared back, raising a thin, black eyebrow. “And I guess that you must be the one that Leyawiin has sent.” The princess greeted. Erk uncrossed his arms and legs and bowed before her.
-          “I am, milady.” She laughed softly.
-          “There is no need to be so formal…” The skinny mage straightened and looked at Zelda.
-          “Erk is my name, milady.”
-          “Then, I welcome you, Erk, amongst our little group of life-savers.”
-          “Come on, Olwen! I’m so hungry I could eat an Octorock!” Interrupted Link with his rather strong and pleading voice.
-          “Leave me alone, Hero, or all you will have from me will be a rather impressive amount of dirty water.” The silver-haired man glared at the small Hylian from above his shoulder. Link grinned.
-          “You wouldn’t do that! Would you…?”
-          “Of course he would.” Interrupted Tatl as she smiled maliciously at Link. He returned a flirty expression to the Twili.
-          “And what lady Tatl orders, I shall execute.” Conclude Olwen, smirking under his mask. Tatl giggled as Link complained about how the whole world was against him. Again. Zelda sighed softly and smiled. She had missed them. So, so much.
***
                Dinner wasn’t calmer with the whole group reassembled around one single table. At least, Impa had a wide table… And Zelda had, frankly, always wondered why she possessed such an imposing item while she lived alone.
                Now, she suspected the Sheikah to have held secret ceremonies.
                And she missed her.
                Link was, as always, taking all the attention and keeping it fiercely as he kept shouting insanities over insanities. Isca seemed exasperated, which made the heir to the Hylian throne smirk. Erk was quietly eating, so was Nami right beside him, though the fairy was much more nervous.
                And of course, Tatl sat between Isca and Link.
                The smaller Hylian loved to play with fire, knives or whatever that would associate itself with the word “DANGER”. Therefore, squeezing the Twili’s thigh while Isca was looking away seemed like an everyday and banal activity for Link.
                But Sheik didn’t quite agree. So he kept his elbow ready as he hit his brother at each attempt of suicide.
                Because, unlike Link, everyone was pretty aware that playing into Isca’s ground –mostly when it came to Tatl- was like signing a suicide contract.
                But the knight couldn’t be angry if he didn’t know, right?
                And as people –Link- shouted and yelled around the table, the ambiance was one of a nice party, even if the darkening sky was threatening the holy kingdom. “I wonder…” Started Link as he stared at Erk, while playing with his fork that he dangerously pointed towards his eye. “You never explained that spirit-transforming thingy, Mage.” Erk almost smirked.
-          “You can refer to me as Erk, Warrior.” The crew laughed.
-          “Ok, Erk.” Admitted Link. “So, what about that?”
-          “First of all, we refer to this ability as ‘fusion’.”
-          “And does everyone in your chilly village have that ability?” Continued the Hylian. The mage shook his head lightly.
-          “No. Leyawiin is a city that produces elementalist mages.” He looked at Link before the Hylian could open his mouth. “And that means that our spells comes from the elements such as earth, water, wind and fire.”
-          “And your preference?” Asked Olwen who seemed quite interested. Erk turned towards him.
-          “My people are bearers of the wind just like Zoras are oriented towards water, Kokiris towards earth and Gorons towards fire.”
-          “But you use fireballs most of the time.” Pointed Tatl.
-          “Indeed, but that is only because I like to set the world on fire.” Something like a very, very slight grin appeared on the mage’s greyish lips.
-          “But you do know wind spells?” Asked once again the bearish Sheikah. Erk nodded.
-          “I know spells of every element, but my strongest abilities lie within the wind’s influence.”
-          “But that doesn’t explain what your fusion skill is.” Link mentioned, bringing back the conversation to its initial point.
-          “Well.” Started Erk. “Concerning the elements, there are four spirits living within Hyrule. Gaïa, the earth spirit. Leviathan, the water spirit, Efreet, the fire spirit and Sylph, the wind spirit that you have met.” Link nodded, interested.
-          “And which one do you possess?”
-          “I do not possess them, Hero, I gained their approval for combining their powers to mine, thus allowing me to change body.”
-          “Okay, but which ones do you fusion with?” Erk sighed.
-          “You witnessed my pact with Sylph. I also can combine with Gaïa and recently, when you were ill and recovering, I must say, I met with Leviathan and succeeded to impress him. Therefore, I can combine with three spirits out of four.” Impressed, Link nodded.
-          “I wanna see you transform in these!” The mage shook his head slowly.
-          “If the occasions shows itself, for transforming is very, very tiring.” He looked at the dirty blond Hylian. “And to change shape, I need a host that will allow me to drain power from him or her.” Link blinked.
-          “A host?” Erk nodded.
-          “Someone that wields the same element within its body for me to use it as a magical source as I cannot merely use magical powers than comes out of thin air. And usually, people aren’t exactly glad to let me use their strength.”
-          “And what are the impacts on the host?” Asked Olwen.
-          “The person’s life force is drained so I can save mine.”
-          “And ultimately, can it lead to death?” Erk took a sip of his wine glass.
-          “Of course.” He turned towards the silver-haired Sheikah. “But I can also use my life energy to preserve one’s life. To my own risks.” The whole group nodded.
-          “Then, I guess that you do not use those powers very often…” Said Tatl as she played with a carrot, in her plate.
-          “No, I don’t.”
-          “Such an interesting ability…” Whispered Zelda as she examined the mage curiously. Erk looked back.
-          “Not as interesting as the powers you hold, milady.” The princess laughed softly.
-          “My powers are mostly useless, Erk, unless someone is in need of something. I know very few attacks.”
-          “But you hold the power of light, which is the strongest in this realm.” The blond woman nodded.
-          “But may I point that Tatl also holds incredible powers that are much more oriented towards attacking than I do.” The Twili sat up, slightly surprised to be called to. She blinked as she registered what had been said.
-          “Oh, yes. Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention anymore.” Sheik glared at Link, the Hylian grinned. “But as much as my magical abilities are damaging, they demand too much energy in this realm. If we were in the Twilight, I’d me all mighty, in fact.” She giggled evilly. Erk turned towards Olwen.
-          “I wonder, does Sheikahs have mages as well?” The red-eyed butler considered the man talking to him before answering.
-          “Not that I know of. We have healers, though, who sometimes know a little of white healing magic. Besides that, we are fighters and hunters oriented towards our own survival and servitude.”
-          “So.” Sheik spoke. “If I resume correctly, Hyrule produces warriors, Sheikahs produce fighters, Leyawiin is a mage-creating machine and the Twilis resemble the Hylians, but from a different realm.” Zelda nodded at the Sheikah. “Well, we sure sound like a nice little army.” The blond chuckled.
-          “Oh but we are…” Answered Link as he stared at the bottom of his glass, smirking.
***
                The next step in their quest to save the world was the desert and Spirit temple. However, Sheik and Zelda had insisted to keep the group into Kakariko for a few days –or a week- just to make sure that everyone would be in good shape. And to make sure that Link would stop re-opening his wounds endlessly.
                The Hylian wasn’t that sensible, nor did he have problems to coagulate, but he was rather clumsy nowadays… And kept hitting himself in all the wrong places.
                And, sincerely, after such injuries, Link’s equipment was rather hard to endure for more than a few hours; a stroll to the desert would be devastating over that poor creature.
                Or so said Sheik and the princess.
                Therefore, a week of utter bliss started for Link.
                They hadn’t been in Kakariko for a while, which made Isca quite in need to visit his men and take care of some business; he was, after all, the captain of the Royal Guards, and even if traveling to save the world was a priceless experience, the knight still needed to do his usual and everyday job.
                And, frankly, his men were in great need of discipline and training… Which ended up taking much of the brunet’s time.
                Needless was to say that, while Isca was away, Tatl was free as a butterfly, which pleased a certain Hero very, very much.
                Everyday, the illegal couple would run away into the nearby forest, together, giggling like children under the not-so-happy stare of Sheik. Zelda and Olwen did not share his thoughts on the issue, as they were quite glad to see the two lovebirds so happy, even if it meant that it was about to rain shit upon the whole group.
                Link and Tatl had find, into that small forest, a nice spot that was particularly green; the ground was covered with moss. So were the trees and everything else. It was situated near a very, very clear spring in which they liked to swim and play as the romance-filled couple they made.
                And for Link to deliberately jump into a pit full of water, he had to be severely in love.
                Of course, their love games included many sessions of rather close activities that involved no clothes and a rather large amount of skin that rubbed together.
                Therefore, one evening, they were lying down, naked. Link had been wise enough to leave a few blankets in a tree trunk nearby, so they used those to cover themselves.
                Link rested on his back, an arm folded under his head as with the other one he caressed Tatl’s hair as she placed her head on his chest. Smiling softly, the Twili traced random shapes on the Hylian’s pectorals and abdomen as he stared at the setting sun.
                They would have to get back soon to the house with woods.
                It was surprising how, suddenly, Zelda didn’t need to send anyone for collecting woods anymore.
                The ambiance in the forest was impressively quiet and magnificent as the sun was dying; the very green colour of everything became golden with the last rays of the day as a chilly wind would start blowing softly.
                And as the Twilight would set upon the light realm, Link stared down at Tatl.
                She was always beautiful, but the twilight transformed that beauty into something more, pretty much the same way that the bright sunshine seemed to make Zelda glow with light.
                When the dying sun hit the Twili, her pale pinkish skin would become very white and slightly sparkly. Much like a ghost. Her hair -that was already a rather intense shade of greenish-blue seemed bluer all of a sudden as her eyes were merely of a deeper magenta shade.
                And each night, Link would quietly watch this transformation with delight.
                He caressed her hair softly as she closed her eyes and sighed against him. “Tatl…” Link whispered. She looked up, smiling.
-          “Hm?”
-          “Why did you come to Hyrule?” She considered him a moment, her whole body sparkling softly.
-          “Because in my realm, there is nothing for me.” Perplexed, Link examined her.
-          “What do you mean?” Tatl sighed again.
-          “As you know, I am a princess. In my realm, that is. Zelda recognises my titles here because she wants to, not because I am really a princess within Hyrule’s borders and within the light realm.”
-          “Yes…?” She rolled her eyes.
-          “Let me finish.” Tatl glared up at him, though it wasn’t much of a real glare. “I hate the life of nobles. I hate everything that it involves from the stupid ceremonies to the arranged wedding. Plus, I am not the heir, so this makes me only worthy of being married to some noble and produce children that’ll perhaps have a right to the throne.”
-          “You have siblings?”
-          “An older brother who is the heir, of course.” Link nodded as he played with a strand of turquoise hair. “And so, I brought upon me the shame of my family and my people for not behaving appropriately. I had no friends there and no family beside Olwen and my mother.” She sighed softly. “Who died not so long ago.” Tatl looked up at the Hylian who was now concentrated on her hair. “Are you even listening?”
-          “I am. And I’m sorry for your mom.” She smiled.
-          “Thanks.” The Twili let her head fall back down on the Hero’s chest. “And so, instead of living a rather miserable life into a golden prison, I decided to run away and come to Hyrule, since I was quite good friend with Zelda and Isca.”
-          “You’ve known the knight for a long time?” There was hostility in Link’s voice, but Tatl couldn’t help it, so she didn’t say anything about it.
-          “He was raised at the court, so I played with him and Zelda each time I visited while I was a kid. However, Isca could never stay with us for long as his trainings to become a knight wouldn’t allow him much free time. He occasionally ran away to see me and Zelda, but the punishments when he was caught were always pretty harsh.” They were silent a few seconds. “Perhaps that’s what explains how he is now.”
-          “Hm.” He answered. She sighed once again, then smiled as she looked up at him.
-          “And what about you?”
-          “Well… I’ve been in Hyrule ‘cuz that’s where I was born.” Tatl glared at him, but kept smiling.
-          “That’s not what I meant, stupid.” They smiled at each other. “What was your childhood like?” Link chuckled.
-          “You’re sure you wanna adventure yourself in that department?” Tatl nodded and he sighed. “Fine, but just ask questions and I’ll provide the answers.”
-          “Okay.” She got closer to him. “Where were you raised?”
-          “Castle Town, in the slums.”
-          “Your parents were poor?”
-          “I was an orphan.” Tatl looked up.
-          “Oh… I’m sorry…”
-          “No need to be.” The Twili was quiet a moment.
-          “How did they-“
-          “Die?” She nodded. He shrugged.
-          “I dunno. Sheik says it probably happened during the war between Hyrule and the Gerudos, for he found me after there was a raid in Castle Town, a night.” He looked away. “Or perhaps I was simply unwanted and abandoned.” Link whispered and even if he hid it well, the pain he felt for wording that last statement was visible. “But I had Sheik. All those years.” He smiled back. “He raised me from toddler to… Er… What I am now.” The Hylian chuckled. “He likes to say that he was a horrible parent, for I am a horrible young man.” They laughed softly.
-          “Well, I hope that you know that this isn’t true.” Link looked at her. “You’re not a horrible man, Link.”
-          “Of course not. I’m pretty handsome.” She slapped his chest softly.
-          “Idiot.” They laughed again, and it felt like the time was going in slow motion. “So… How was it like to grow up in the slums?” Link looked up at the trees as his smile fell.
-          “It wasn’t living; it was surviving. Each day, we had to find a way to eat and we never had enough food. Most of the time, Sheik wouldn’t even take his share of food just to make sure I had enough… Perhaps that explains why he’s so skinny now.” He chuckled bitterly. “Still, when it was not for food that we were fighting, it was to stay alive and preserve the abandoned houses in which we tried to build a home. We had to steal most of the time, and finding clothes wasn’t exactly the easiest task. We were never ready for winter and we were freezing.”
-          “I’m… So sorry…” She whispered, feeling bad for hating her life of privilege now that she heard what he had gone through.
-          “Nah, don’t be. You have no responsibilities over the slums’ living conditions. However, I guess that this explains why I hate nobility so much; they would never spare a coin for you unless you were willing to sell a piece of your ass.”
-          “You had to…?”
-          “Yeah, I’ve had my hours of prostitution. Like everyone else.”
-          “… At least, you like women.” That statement left a bitter taste in her mouth. He chuckled darkly.
-          “If those bastards would have been women, alas! The people who give you twenty rupees for sex aren’t women; they’re all old men looking for young boys.” He chuckled darkly once again as Tatl sat up to stare at him.
-          “That’s… Horrible…” He grinned.
-          “You wanna know how I lost my virginity?”
-          “I’m not quite sure.”
-          “I was fourteen and it was winter. I was dead cold and begging for money near a great inn in the noble neighbourhood. In that inn, an old woman and her friend spotted me.” He shrugged as Tatl looked horrified. “I wasn’t tall or manly. I was a hundred times skinnier then when we met and so dirty my hair looked brown. Anyways, the ladies thought I was a cute kid in need of some help, so they decided to offer me their protection for a night. The oldest and fattest woman proposed to provide me food, shelter, bath and clothes if I agreed to spend some time with her.”
-          “Link, that’s disgusting.”
-          “So, as the poor kid I was, I thought that this woman, perhaps, liked children and wanted to be my protector; it had happened to a friend of Sheik and I. And now that I think about it, we’ve never seen that kid again.” Link looked contemplative, a moment. “Anyways. So I followed her. She brought me in her big mansion where I was taken care of until night would come. That’s when the domestics brought me to the lady’s quarters where she was waiting in a rather light set of clothes. Did I mention she was fat? Anyways, so I struggled when she reached into my pants, but in the end, she took what remained of innocence in me.” Tatl had tears in her eyes when he looked at her. “And she also taught me that I could sell the only thing I had to survive.” They stared at each other a moment before the Twili rested her body against Link’s. She hugged him.
-          “That’s a horrible tale, Link…” Tatl whispered.
-          “I know.”
She looked up at him and he stared back. The sun was now totally set. At the same time, they both closed the distance between each other as their lips met in a soft and yet passionate kiss. Link hugged the Twili and pulled her closer as he sat up, and she helped him by sitting on his lap.
Tatl grabbed a handful of dirty blond hair as she felt his member poking her. He massaged her buttocks, and softly, he slid within her.
They moved slowly and together as the blankets fell off of them. Quietly, under the darkening sky and atmosphere, they enjoyed what time remained before they would both have to go back to pretending.
***
                There was, in life, a few things that Link hated with all his might. One of them was water. Another was creepy bugs and mostly, spiders. The third element could be described as “ugly and fat bitches”. And he also hated all kind of social injustices.
                Up until now, he always believed that these elements were a nice compilation of what he disliked. But he had never been into the desert.
                And only when he did set his left foot into the Gerudo Valley and burning wind brought burning sand into his burnt-by-the-burning-sun face that he learned he had a passion to hate the desert.
                And he growled lowly at the same time Tatl stopped walking.
              Since she was walking behind the whole group beside Olwen, no one really saw her stop so suddenly but her butler. He halted as well and looked down at the Twili. Grimacing, she wrapped her arms around herself, holding her stomach. “Are you sick?” Asked the Sheikah. She moaned softly, shaking her head a moment.
-          “I don’t know. I’ve been feeling rather weird for the past week… But it’s getting only worse…” She seemed nauseous. “I have constant stomach ache… And I feel lazy…” Olwen chuckled. She glared up at him. “Lazier than usual.” Tatl looked away, focusing on Link as he stood in some shadow, trying to run away from the sad a few moments. “And my breasts are so… sensible… They hurt.”
-          “… And what might be the cause?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. Tatl looked up at Olwen and, judging by the look he gave her, he knew what was wrong with her poor being.
-          “I’m… not sure… It must have been something I ate. Or the temperature.” She looked away as she started to walk again, ignoring the silver-haired man as he stared at her.
Olwen observed her as she hurried away and he swallowed bitterly as he knew very well what was going on with her.
And he was pretty sure, now, that she and Link were in a bad situation…
***
                From the Valley, reaching the fortress shouldn’t have been very long, if the group hadn’t met a rather important problem: the bridge linking Hyrule to the Desert was pretty much… Absent.
                And now, they all stood at the edge of a rather important cliff, looking down, and then up ahead.
                Technically, Link was the only one who could cross that natural border as the other side of the bridge was made of wood… And dangerously flat against the rocky walls of the cliff. But with a little help of his improved hookshot, it would have been easy to cross that distance.
                And very risky.
                At the Desert’s entrance was also a beige tent that seemed unoccupied as there was no movement coming from it. And it was suspect.
                They knew they would have to investigate this matter, somehow, to reach the temple altogether. Intuition, it was called.
                Nevertheless, the group stayed silent as Link was inspecting the other side of the said bridge with a rather nervous stare and seriousness that was out of character. He wasn’t especially scared of heights… But he was reluctant to fall all the way down into the river down there… That would lead him back to Lake Hylia if he didn’t drown beforehand.
                So he sighed softly, aware that he would have to go all by himself. Or almost.
                Nami, in her fairy form, sat on his shoulder as she waited for him to make a move or say something. In fact, everyone did… Though they all knew what would be the conclusion.
                So, Link sighed and finally turned around to face his companions. “Seems like I’ll have to go alone with fairy girl…”
-          “Indeed.” Answered Sheik as he crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking Olwen’s stance right behind him.
-          “And find a way to fix the bridge, do not forget.” Rectified Erk. “Or you’ll also have to go through the Spirit temple all by yourself.” Tatl, who stood beside Isca looked up worriedly at Link, which contrasted with the rather hard stare that the knight offered him.
-          “Be careful, will you.” She said. Isca looked down at her briefly, a little irritated of that softness that she showed the other Hylian. Link nodded, ignoring the knight.
-          “I’ll do my best…”
Link turned around and faced the cliff. A headache made its way between the walls of his cranium and he winced slightly as he took the hookshot out. He aimed at the wooden bridge cautiously, carefully, well aware that, if he missed, he could very well die.
Funny how cautious you can grow when your life’s on the line.
His finger brushed the trigger, put he pulled it back right away, his heart skipping a beat. The Hylian took a deep breath, closing his eyes a second. Then he aimed back at the bridge.
Now, or never…
And he pressed the trigger.
The metallic chain seemed to go ten times faster than usual as it planted itself neatly into the bridge, hypnotising the dirty blond. And it went so fast that he was surprised when the item started to pull him towards the other end of the cliff.
And when he reached the wooden bridge on the other side, he had barely enough time to hang on it before the hook pulled back. A whimper escaped his lips as he climbed up quickly to reach the ground.
Link had never moved this quick before, he could swear it.
Once on the other side, he sat down, breathing heavily and looked at the group who stood still into Hylian’s ground. They all looked quite relieved to see him sound and safe on the other side. He smiled. “You scared us, there, Link…” Said Nami. He looked up at her as she flew above his head.
-          “But I made it.”
-          “Of course you did.”
Link looked down into the cliff and he thought, for a brief moment, that he was immortal.
***
                In the small tent, there was, in the end, a postman and the boss of the carpenters who were supposed to rebuild the bridge. Grumpily, he admitted that he wouldn’t and couldn’t repair the fallen bridge until all his men were back from the Gerudo Fortress.
                Apparently, there were a lot of women in there… In need of a few men.
                So Link was planning to go investigate.
                They needed the bridge to be rebuilt, no?
                So, in rather high spirits, he reached the fortress, daydreaming about orgies of all sorts.
                And he wasn’t exactly wrong, when he thought about orgies…
                Nevertheless, he found a staircase made right into the ground and climbed it. Nami kept repeating him that this wasn’t such a good idea… But he wouldn’t listen. He had crossed a cliff and risked his life a few hours earlier, and he still felt the after effects of the adrenaline rush.
                Briefly, he felt as if he was a God.
                Therefore, he climbed the stairs.
                And as soon as he sat foot on the upper ground level, a bunch of dark skinned women clothed in red aimed their spears at him and ran towards him, screaming things in a language he couldn’t understand.
                And he was surrounded quite quickly as spears pointed towards everything that might have been important in his anatomy. “Calm down, ladies!” He laughed nervously. “I’m sure there’s a misun- Ouch!” Something quite spiky had poked his back. “Look, I’ll leave, ok?”
                He moved his foot… And it wasn’t a good idea.
                He had no time to understand anything of what happened, but all he knew was that, in a matter of seconds, he was pinned down and tied up.
                And that was all he could realise before he was knocked unconscious.
***
                When Link woke up, dizziness occupied his mind and sight as well as he felt too lazy to move… And he found out soon enough, that he couldn’t, anyways.
                He was lying on his back, in the middle of a rather big room, on a stone bed… Hands and feet tied up. And naked.
                He wanted to panic; his mind was panicking… But not his body as he felt way too numb… Way too lazy…
                Because it wasn’t the first time that he had been knocked over, and because he had a very acid taste in his mouth, Link knew very well that he didn’t felt this horrible because of his forced detention…
                He was drugged.
                And very visibly, being all sore wasn’t the only effect of that substance…
                He closed his eyes as he felt a sensation he very well knew of… And groaned.
                When was the last time he had been this horny?
                Judging by his proud erection… Perhaps never. And… It scared him.
                Every man in Hyrule knew of the legends that involved the Gerudos; they supposedly hunt down Hylian men and kidnap them, then tie them up and rape them until death… Or until all women were satisfied.
                And the Gerudos were only women…
                And judging by the size of the fortress and the group that had arrested him… They easily were a hundred.
                A shiver made its way through his spine as he considered that he was about to be raped to death…
                Or perhaps that was a good enough death for him, after all…
                And where was Nami, again?
                Noises echoed from a dark corner of the room. Lazily, he turned his head towards that direction. A Gerudo woman appeared and she walked up to him. He stared at her through clouded eyes.
                She inspected him with interest and a certain detachment. “What… Are you going to… Do… With me?” He found that articulating was hard enough, right now. The woman raised her yellowish eyes on him.
-          “You are going to be part of our ceremony.” She had a thick accent.
-          “As a… Sex toy?” There was no reaction in that woman’s features as he tried to be arrogant.
-          “You are a man. Men are useless unless for reproduction. And tonight is the copulation ceremony. You shall be our instrument.”
-          “And after…?”
-          “You will be dead before reaching the end.”
-          “Can’t… Kill me…”
-          “Why?” She sounded tired as if this conversation was irrelevant.
-          “I’m… Hero of Time.” He sighed heavily, as if speaking was too demanding for him. The women blinked. And laughed.
-          “This is the first time I hear this excuse. I give you credit for your imagination.” And she turned around to exit the room.
-          “It’s true.” She ignored him and left.
He growled loudly as he was alone again. He stared at the ceiling, feeling anger raise within him. He wanted to become that damn Hero and take his role, now! And he was going to be raped to death? Wasn’t that a too sad reminding of his old and chaotic life?
He growled again and decided that he wasn’t going to die.
And he wasn’t even going to be part of that gangbang.
Sadly.
***
                Link woke up again, a few hours later, as a young Gerudo girl was preparing the ceremony. He looked up, finding he was able to move, but that his erection hadn’t died during all that time.
                The young woman looked up and jumped slightly as she saw him look at her. She hadn’t learned to be frigid like her older sisters, apparently. “Hi, cutie.” Link started, finding he was able to talk again. He smiled seductively. The young woman stared at him with wide eyes. “You’re quite young, aren’t you?” She nodded and he chuckled naughtily. “How old are you, baby?”
-         “Fifteen…”
-         “Hm, the younger the tighter, no?” He chuckled again and the young girl looked down. “Don’t you want to take a ride on me before all the other ones arrive?” She shook her head
-         “Too young. Initiation will be much later.” He chuckled.
-         “That’s a shame. Though I must admit I can’t wait for your little ceremony to start.”
-         “Big ceremony.” She looked up at him. He was still smiling.
-         “Yeah… Big ceremony. I can’t wait. It’s a shame I’m all tied up, because I’m a much better ride when I can use my hands as well… And move around, you know.” He chuckled.
-         “Better… Ride?” Link nodded.
-         “Yes, if you were to untie me, I could show all your sisters what a real man is…” The young girl shook her head.
-         “No need of men.”
-         “No need of stupid men who wish to dominate women, that’s true. But I don’t want to dominate; I want to be your pet. I swear your sisters would be glad if you were to untie me…”
-         “I’m not sure…”
-         “You could put me a collar and rape me day and night. I wouldn’t ask for better treatment than that.” The young girl looked around the room.
-         “Perhaps…”
-         “They will be all happy and give you a new dress or… spear.”
-         “A new spear?” She looked up with wide eyes.
-         “Yes, a very, very nice spear.”
-         “Only for me?”
-         “Yes, untie me now, if you want it.” She inspected him.
-         “You lie.” Mentally, Link sighed heavily.
-         “No, your sister told me that earlier.”
-         “Don’t believe man.”
-         “Well, you should because she told me.”
-         “Won’t untie.” He sighed heavily and took a harder stare.
-         “Look. Untie me and make your sisters happy and get a spear. Or let me here and your sisters not happy and no spear.”
-         “…” She hesitated, looking at the Hylian’s hands.
-         “Come on, sweetie. I’ll let you rape me when your initiation comes.” The girl sighed.
-         “Will free if you stay quiet.”
-         “You’re the best!” He grinned widely as the girl neared him.
She hesitated a moment as she stared at him. Link kept smiling warmly. Hands shaking because she knew that she wasn’t doing a good thing, she untied his right wrist first. The Hylian sighed softly, but he didn’t move. She freed his other hand, and then his feet.
He sat up, still smiling. “Thanks.” She nodded.
-         “What is the meaning of all this?!” It was the voice of an older Gerudo who appeared in the same door as before. Link and the girl jumped in surprise, but the Hero didn’t wait for the woman to arrive before he also jumped to his feet and ran off into the first door he could find, destabilising the two Gerudos that were in the room with him.
Behind him, he heard the screams of the older woman as she was audibly alerting the fortress that their plaything was running away.
And he cursed as he found out that running when you have a hard on this hard is pretty hard.
As he fled from what he imagined to be an army of horny women with spears, he realised for the first time since he was caught that he wasn’t only stripped of all his clothes; he was stripped of his equipment and weapons…
He cursed again as he hid in a dark corner of the fortress, looking as a few Gerudos ran by, speaking hurriedly in a language he would never understand.
Now, not only did he need to run away from the fortress… He also needed to find his equipment back.
Sometimes, he hated his life.
***
                Nights near the Desert were impressively cold.
                Sitting beside the fire, Tatl shivered as she fought that constant nausea she now felt. Isca appeared beside her and wrapped a blanket around her body. She looked up at him and smiled softly. He sat beside her. The knight looked at the Twili worriedly. “Are you sick?” He asked, his voice so very soft when she was concerned. Tatl looked down at the fire.
-         “I don’t know, but it’s probable.” She answered. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close against him. Tatl closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth and his attention. He rested his head against hers as they both stared at the fire.
-         “I love you…” Isca whispered softly.
Tatl looked right through the fire as guilt build up in her heart and mind. She did love Isca… Really. He was a nice and handsome man…
But she couldn’t hide to herself how much she had fallen for Link…
Since they had started this affair, they both had wondered and talked many times about what would be the outcomes. And she knew, just as much as Link, that it wouldn’t be easy when the truth would come out.
And Isca was the main reason why it wouldn’t be easy.
So she preferred to keep the façade until the right time would come. Until… Until…
She didn’t know.
So during the day, she was Isca’s claim and a friend of Link. And at night, her body and soul were Link’s.
And how she liked the nighttimes…
In the knight’s mind, Tatl’s recent happiness wasn’t quite a change from the woman he had always known, for she had always been a happy and excited person. But he did doubt that something was going on sometimes when they were alone together, because she suddenly seemed nostalgic and lost in thoughts.
Isca thought, in fact, that she had something on her mind, but that it wasn’t that important. And though he was well aware of Link’s intention towards his girlfriend, he never believed that Tatl would really fall for the Hylian.
Therefore, for the time being, the Twili and her Hero were safe.
Or perhaps one was safer than the other…
Nami appeared into the camp, suddenly, in her fairy shape. “Link’s in trouble! He was caught by the Gerudos!” Tatl looked up sharply, worried.
-          “What?” She asked.
-          “They ca-captured him and plan on using him in some ceremony tonight!” The fairy rectified. The Twili got up.
-          “We have to do something!” She shouted.
-          “The bridge is still down.” Pointed Erk. Olwen and Sheik looked at each other.
-          “Then we’re just going to let them do whatever they want with him?” Asked Tatl, too worried for her own good as Isca looked suspiciously at her.
-          “I’m sure he can get out of any situation all by himself. He proved that a few times already.” Rectified the knight, as he kept staring at the Twili. Tatl glared at him.
-          “It would arrange you if he died, wouldn’t it?”
-          “What’s between you and him to be so worried?” Isca snapped and Tatl shut up. She looked around and met Olwen and Sheik’s severe stares. The princess looked down at the fire.
-          “Nothing… I think I… I think I’m sick. I’m sorry…” She whispered. She turned around. “I… Have weird mood swings, I apologize.” She raised her hot pink stare to meet Isca’s cold dark blue eyes. “I’ll be going to bed…”
-          “We’ll see if we can help the Hero.” Said Olwen and Sheik nodded.
-          “If someone can cross a cliff… It’s a Sheikah…” Answered the blond.
-          “You should get some rest.” Said the butler to the Twili. She looked up at him: his stare was insistent enough to make her understand that she should take the time to make things right between Isca and her… Tatl nodded.
-          “I will… Thank you.” She walked to her and Isca’s tent and got in. The knight followed her movement with his eyes, apparently irritated. Olwen looked at him.
-          “Perhaps you should take care of her.” Proposed the silver-haired man. Isca looked up at him, but didn’t reply. Olwen had always intimidated the brunet…
-          “We have a cliff to cross.” Pointed Sheik before walking towards the rift. Olwen and Nami followed closely behind.
Isca sighed heavily and got up before walking to the tent. He stared at it a moment before getting in…
***
                One thing Link would never understand of this world was how important things were obviously and blatantly waiting for him to come to them as if the essence of the world itself was offering him whatever he needed to succeed.
                He almost sighed as he entered an empty room in which a big, big chest was waiting for him, right in the middle. Still naked, he walked towards the chest, smiling. “Laboka, have you seen Jade?” Link froze. The voices were coming from a room nearby.
-          “No, she must be in the other room.” Other room…? This room…? Link looked around, now alerted. There was a table which had a tablecloth on it. He ran to it, hiding under the table.
-          “Go get her, will you. She has to get into her bath.”
-          “Yes, Elder.” Link looked around him, under the table, then quickly towards the chest… When he heard a giggle.
Under the table, beside him, was a baby Gerudo girl. She wore only a diaper and smiled widely to him. He jumped slightly. The baby giggled again and she raised her arms. Slightly reluctant, Link took her in his arms and she snuggled against him, still smiling. “You’re a pretty girl.” He whispered, still looking in the room, hoping the woman wouldn’t find him.
But the little girl kept giggling happily.
She was just as dark skinned as all the other Gerudos and she had bright yellowish-golden eyes… And velvety black hair. And he realised that Gerudos had red hair… and not black. “Jade! Where are you?” The woman was now standing near the chest and the baby giggled again. Link blinked.
-          “So you are Jade…” He whispered, staring at the baby girl in his arms. She seemed happy. “I’ll give you back to your friend, ok?” The baby pouted as if she understood what he said.
Link put her down, slowly, and pushed the little girl towards the Gerudo woman.
But Jade wasn’t happy to be turned off so harshly by her newfound friend, and she started to cry. Link gasped lightly and crawled as close to the wall as he could, well aware that, if that woman was to raise the tablecloth, he was done for.
The Gerudo woman picked up the crying baby, murmuring with a comforting tone in their foreign language, but the baby was way too upset to stop crying. “What is wrong, Jade?” The Gerudo woman asked. “What’s with that table, cutie?” Link shook his head and he would have yelled “NO! NOT THE TABLE!” if it wouldn’t have been a bad idea.
The woman closed in towards the table. Link could see her feet under the tablecloth. “No, Jade. You don’t play with the table right now. You need to bathe or mommy won’t be happy.” The Gerudo turned around, finally, leaving Link alone under his table.
He sighed in relief as Jade cried more and more.
When he was alone into the room once again, he crawled out to the chest and opened it. Of course, it wasn’t locked.
And as he thought, in the chest, was all his equipment and weapons.
He grabbed all his stuff and disappeared in another room as an old Gerudo shook her head at his naked back, smiling faintly.
***
                Once all equipped and armed, roaming through the corridors of the fortress seemed a much easier task.
                Of course, because he was now able to defend himself, there were no Gerudos to be seen or heard.
                This was quite stressful, in fact.
                Link walked through the corridors, sword and shield ready, until he arrived into a square shaped room that held a cell… And behind the bars was a man. The locked-up carpenter grabbed the bars when he saw the green-clad hero. “Please!” He pleaded. “You have to help me!” Link inspected the man.
-          “You were caught up for the ceremony as well?” The guy shook his head.
-          “No! We wanted to be, but they said that we weren’t good enough, so they merely planned on killing us! Please, free me!” Link sighed.
-          “Alright.” He neared the bars and found the door. Link tried opening it, but it was locked. “It’s locked.”
-          “It sure is because I have the keys.” Replied a feminine voice behind Link. The Hero spun around, surprised, and just in time to dodge the woman’s saber. She would have had decapitated him, if he hadn’t moved in time. “You have reflexes… For a man.”
She launched herself at him and Link blocked with his shield, then sidestepped. She was quick and the way she fought was frankly beautiful; it was as if she danced with her blades, for she wielded two sabers.
Link was much clumsier with his sword. He preferred to be an archer, frankly… But he was now good enough with the Master Sword to be able to duel this woman.
She back flipped, then swung at Link, and he raised his shield just in time to block the double blade. The hit was hard, but he was still a man, and more muscular than her. Therefore, he hit with his shield the blades, causing the Gerudo to stumble back and he attacked her, pushing his shield away to free the space between him and her.
He hit her hard on the head. With the pummel of his sword.
And the Gerudo fell in his arms, numb and unconscious.
Softly, he put her down on the ground and he quickly inspected her injury: she was bleeding lightly and would have a bad headache, but the blow wasn’t deadly. And that was all that counted.
He searched her body for the keys, and found them.
Link got up and walked towards the cell door. The carpenter, on the other side, jumped in excitation, praising the Hylian for that fight and his technique. The dirty blond rolled his eyes, and then unlocked the door. The carpenter ran out and stopped before Link. “You’ve got guts, kids!” And he escaped the fortress, running for his life.
Link stared at his back as he fled, then he looked down at the keys.
Two more keys… Two more men to free…
***
                Tatl closed her eyes as she lay naked on the tent’s floor. Her whole body was way too sensitive right now and her nausea wasn’t much better, but she knew that she wouldn’t throw up; it was only an uncomfortable feeling that wouldn’t leave.
                Isca kissed her softly as he carefully installed himself on top of her. He knew she was sick and intended to be as soft as he could be with her.
                She wrapped her legs around his waist to tell him she was ready, and he penetrated her.
                She was used to his rhythm. She was used to feel his weight on her and she didn’t dislike it. Not at all.
                The only problem was, in fact, that she had to block her thoughts as they would drive to Link. It would drive her to remember how he touched her and the way her body reacted to his closeness, how he never failed to make her orgasm and how he moved with confidence.
                And each time, she would feel so very guilty.
                But it was necessary. So she endured it.
                Just like she endured her constant nausea.
***
                Sheik and Olwen stood on the roof of the Gerudo Fortress as Nami sat on the silver-haired man’s shoulder. They stared down at the ground before the fortress where an impressive amount of Gerudo women, wilding spears and sabers, waited as they held the three carpenters –who had been freed- in hostage.
                Everyone knew who they were waiting for…
                And seriously, Link was taking way too much time to appear.
                Sheik tapped his foot against the roof nervously, which made Olwen smile under his mask. The blond was worried. “So, what’s the plan?” He asked, his tone barely showing his anxiety.
-          “What do you have in mind?”
-          “We should take care of them before Link arrives.”
-          “Or we could let him try to save himself all alone and help him if he needs it.” Sheik looked at the other Sheikah.
-          “They’re too much for a single man.” Olwen looked back.
-          “For a man, yes. Not for a Hero.” Sheik rolled his eyes and the butler chuckled. “Let him try alone, at least.” The blond didn’t answer. He merely looked away. Olwen considered him in silence a moment. “You are incredibly irresistible when you are worried, dear.”
-          “Maybe.” Sheik answered, still looking away. The silver-haired man chuckled softly. He stared down at the Gerudos.
And Link appeared.
He was visibly surprised as he stopped abruptly and stood still a moment, looking around him at the Gerudo women. The female group snickered altogether as they surrounded the Hylian.
Link looked at them with wide eyes as they circled him. He was, visibly, impressed by their number… Compared to his.
One against… Oh well, too many.
They waited all around him, standing casually as they stared at him malignantly, smirking, as they held their spear. Link slowly turned around just to make sure he was really surrounded.
And there were seriously no doubts that he was.
Some Gerudo chuckled lowly, in a predatory manner and it sent chills down the Hylian spine as he merely stood still, looking around, really sure that he shouldn’t make any move towards his sword…
And yet, he had to do something.
And his gaze lit up, suddenly. “If I surrender… What will happen of me…?” He asked, slowly. A red clothed woman took a step forward.
-          “We will continue with our ceremony.” Link swallowed as sweat began to rise upon his skin once again.
-          “And after?” A common giggle rose into the air.
-          “You’ll be dead.”
-          “Wow, you’re quite convincing…” He moved his feet, lightly, and saw about twenty pairs of eyes follow his movement. This was risky.
-          “Of course, we are.” From the rooftop, Nami was watching the scene, with the Sheikahs, and she was perplexed.
-          “What is he trying to do?” She asked, whispering. Sheik smirked.
-          “You’ll see.” Olwen looked down at the blond.
-          “Because you have guessed, yet?” The smaller man chuckled softly.
-          “Of course, I have.”
And down there, where Link stood, his hands up in the air now as the spears had begun to raise, the tension was filling the atmosphere. “Fine, take me.” Finally pronounced the Hylian… Before smirking. “If you can catch me.”
Perhaps the Gerudos weren’t used to be resisted this much by a male specimen, for they all stared with wide and unbelieving eyes as Link moved, suddenly, his hand to his hookshot.
He turned, didn’t aim at all towards the roof of the fortress and triggered the item at the very same time that a red clothed woman screamed orders into that language that no Hylian could understand.
Technically, the cold sweat that covered his body was all justified, for the fortress was all made of stone and there were only very, very few chunks of wood, and the hookshot wouldn’t hook on stone.
And firing without taking an aim was incredibly risky. And even more risky when your life depended on it.
But Link, before firing, remembered some kind of balcony upon the dungeon of the fortress and he had shot that way. The balcony was an impressive structure all made of wood and he thought that, perhaps, he would hook upon it and fly off.
Maybe he would succeed.
But fatality decided that he wouldn’t.
And fear filled his every nerve as the hook hit a stone a few inch under the wooden balcony. And a neat toc resonated throughout the valley and into Link’s head.
And there were women now running at him with spears in their hands.
And Link spun around.
Perhaps his chances of dealing with this situation heroically were slim, but the Hylian was incredibly fortunate when it came to coincidences.
So, even he was quite surprised as he heard a few screams of surprise and pain and turned around just in time to remember that the chain and the hook had to come back to him… And that chain and that hook was coming back and whipping quite a nice amount of female enemies out of his way.
And Farore knew how quick thinking Link was when an opportunity was there, waiting for him.
So he ran towards the fallen wall of injured woman, hookshot in hand, and this time, he aimed.
Straight at the balcony.
And a few seconds later, he was high on the rooftop and free for a brief moment.
Breathing heavily, Link looked down.
And down there, the Gerudos had already disappeared to make their way to the rooftop to capture that struggling brat.
Between two breathes, the Hero unsheathed his legendary blade and started running.
On another part of that same level, the Sheikahs and Nami were watching Link as he fought for his life and his sexual health. The trio was quite impressed with the Hylian’s move down there as the hookshot had seemed quite natural and calculated.
Only Sheik knew that Link was very bad at planning anything, and he intended to keep that information for himself.
And yet, they witnessed an impressive duel between the Hylian and a desert woman as their swords clashed in metallic noises.
He was impressive, that was for sure… Though he was mainly lucky and on an adrenaline rush…
Yet, he seemed to be fully aware of his situation –for once- as he fought the women coming on to him with skills.
Well, more skills than he had showed up until now when it came to hold a sword.
Impressed and amused, the Sheikahs followed every movement Link made to save his own life with their eyes. Nami was still sitting on Olwen’s shoulder and she was much more nervous than the two men.
Smirking, the Sheikahs crossed their arms over their chest as they decided that they wouldn’t interfere with this nice demonstration of skills and pure luck.
And the tanned women fell under the Hylian’s frenetic attacks, though he was visibly intending not to kill any of them.
In fact, Link used more the pommel of his sword than the blade.
And his elbow proved useful. So did his shoulders.
Perhaps he was supposed to be a warrior, but Link was, frankly, a much better archer and, well, he was good in close-combat… As long as his adversary wasn’t bigger or heavier…
Which happened almost every time he fought another man.
But against women, he was doing quite well. Which should have hurt his virility, but he was way too busy to consider this detail.
He looked heroic as he fought back the Gerudos, but taking a closer look to the scene fight, he wasn’t exactly overpowering all those females: Link had quite a few cuts pretty much everywhere as he had ditched his shield long ago, for it made him heavier and clumsier. Bruises were slowly appearing upon his pale skin, and more were to come.
And he was getting tired.
Fighting a hoard of angry women alone and tired is a bad thing.
And so this explained why he lost his focus a second too long… And ended up on the ground, kneeling and unarmed.
Link panted as he understood that the fight was over and that he would most certainly die. May it be by blade or by forced sex.
He looked up to see a desert woman holding the Master Sword and inspecting its blade, and for the first time, Link realised how beautiful that weapon was.
And then he felt the cold and sharpened metal of a saber against his neck.
He swallowed and shut his eyes tightly.
But a feminine voice commanded something into their foreign language and the blade was removed from his skin.
Link looked up, surprised and sincerely, confused. A white-clad woman stood before him, holding the Master Sword. She stared down at him, smirking slightly evilly. “I heard you mentioned being the Hero of Time?” Her accent was quite thick. He blinked and found he was speechless. “Are you?” She sounded impatient.
-          “I… I am.” Link finally answered, surprised to be alive. Or still dressed. The woman nodded slightly.
-          “Why are you within our borders?”
-          “I was going to the Spirit Temple…” The Gerudos exchanged stares between them.
-          “What for?”
-          “Heum… Destroying some evil monster?” The desert women were silent as they considered him altogether.
-          “The temple is cursed, nowadays.” Finally continued the white-clad warrior. “So cursed that it has taken our leader away from us.”
-          “I could try to find that person.” Link heard himself propose before he could think. The Gerudo smiled.
-          “Do you promise, Hero?” The Hylian half-hesitated before nodding.
-          “Yeah, I do.” The white-dressed woman chuckled as she presented her hand to Link. He took it and she helped him getting up.
-          “You proved worthy of your heroic title, young man.” She observed his injuries quickly. “No man ever stood against us, and even less provoked the proud female warriors of the desert into such a fight. You have our admiration.” Link blinked.
-          “Thanks…”
-          “We shall accept you into our grounds, from now on.” Said the Gerudo as she handed him his confiscated sword. “And we are also counting on you to save our dear Nabooru.”
Still confused, Link stared at the Gerudos as they dispatched and left to get back to their usual occupations until he was alone on the rooftop.
Or so he thought.
Sighing, Link turned around. And screamed in surprise as Olwen, Sheik and Nami were now standing before him. “Well done.” Complimented the butler as he grinned under the mask.
-          “I am impressed.” Said Nami.
-          “And you need to have your wounds treated.” Finished Sheik. The Hylian stared at the trio a moment.
-          “Wait. You were there all along and watching, right?” Sheik nodded slightly. “And you didn’t helped me?!” Olwen chuckled.
-          “You were doing fine.” He answered.
-          “No, I wasn’t!” Sheik smirked.
-          “Yes, you were all heroic.” Said he. Doubtful, Link glared at the blond.
-          “I hate you.” The blond Sheikah chuckled.
-          “And I love you too.”
-          “We should go back to camp.” Proposed Nami as she flew away from Olwen’s shoulder. The butler nodded. “We have a big task ahead of us, so we need rest.”
-          “And the carpenters have repaired the bridge.” Pointed the silver-haired man.
-          “Awesome…” Said Link as he rolled his eyes, still angry as Sheik kept smiling.

And under the stare of the Sand Goddess, the quartet left the Gerudo fortress to join the rest of their group.
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