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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
- 13
- 14
- 15
XIII

                Isca had reappeared into Impa’s house a few minutes before sunrise. Tatl was sleeping on the balcony when he arrived. For a brief instant, he stopped to stare at her. His expression hidden by the darkness of the night and of his hair falling over his face, he finally continued his way towards his bedroom.
                He put his hand over the knob a moment before turning it and entering the room as he stared at something, in the distance. What he looked at wasn’t easy to guess since it wasn’t possible to follow the trail of his eyes into that darkness.
                Isca returned his attention to his own door and he pushed it open.
                Dangerously calm, he installed himself on the bed to rest a few hours.

***
                Humming lowly, Olwen was preparing breakfast as always, along with Sheik, as Tatl finally crawled inside the house with dark circles under her eyes. She installed herself at the table, and put her head down. A moment later, the silver-haired Sheikah put a blanket on top of her shoulders. She looked up slightly, and smiled. “Thank you.”
                Olwen nodded to her before returning to his chores. Sheik, on the other hand, turned around and crossed his arms over his chest to stare at the Twili. Tatl returned his gaze. “You look bad.” Stated Sheik.

-          “Thank you…” Answered the Twilight Princess.

-          “Why were you up all night long?”Asked the blond.

-          “How do you know?”

-          “It is not because we are nowhere to be seen that we aren’t able to see you…” Replied Olwen as he skillfully cooked eggs. Tatl stared at him back a moment.

-          “Isca…” She whispered.

-          “What about him?” Asked Sheik.

-          “He hasn’t come back…”

-          “He came back a few hours ago, actually.” Pointed the blond. “I trust that he is asleep, by now.” Said he as he pushed his weight on his right hip. Tatl looked up with wide eyes, suddenly.

-          “He has?” Sheik nodded.
Tatl pushed the blanket away and rushed to the second floor and to the bedroom she, usually, shared with the knight. Putting her hand on the knob, she tried to turn it open… But found out that the door was locked.
She stood before the door, staring at its wooden surface as anxiety crept within her body and her skull. The hair rose upon the back of her neck as her eyes grew wide and color drained from her face.
By the Goddesses…
Tatl turned to her right and started running.
Link’s bedroom wasn’t far away, but it seemed as if it had taken her an eternity and a half to reach his door. There, she grabbed the knob, almost pulling it apart from the door as she opened the wooden gate with strength. “Link!”

-          “Whoa!” Before her was the Hylian she was looking for, eyes wide, naked and covering his crotch with a pillow. “What the hell?!”
Tatl stared at him, at his skin just to make sure he was still in one single piece. And beside the bruises and the scars he already had, Link was healthy. “Thank the Goddesses…” Whispered the pregnant woman as she walked to her lover and hugged him tightly.
Link didn’t move. He was merely frozen and not sure he understood what was going on. “Tatl…?”

-          “I’m so glad you’re okay…” She mumbled, her face buried into his neck.

-          “Me too… But can you, like… Close the door? I don’t mind walking around naked before you or Sheik… But the others don’t have to know every detail of my anatomy…”

***
                Zelda walked into the kitchen for breakfast just in time to see Link swallow a rather impressive piece of bread. In fact, the small man was pretty much able to absorb as much food as a Goron would...
                Anyhow, she sat down at the table’s extremity and everyone welcomed her. Everyone but her knight of honor. Furrowing, she looked over at Tatl. “Where’s Isca?”

-          “Asleep.” Answered the Twili. “He came back quite late, last night.” Zelda seemed perplexed as this wasn’t a habit of the knight, but she shrugged the matter away to concentrate on the people sitting at her table.

-          “Link.” Called Sheik as he sat down beside his adopted brother.

-          “Hm?” Answered the Hylian.

-          “You took my dagger, haven’t you?” Link’s eyebrows shot down.

-          “No, I haven’t.”

-          “Then where is it?” The Sheikah crossed his arms over his chest.

-          “I dunno, man! Why must it be me?”

-          “Who else?” Questioned the blond.

-          “I don’t know! It could be Erk!” The mage merely glared up at the Hero.

-          “I doubt it.” Said Sheik. “Anyhow, I’ll be waiting for you to give it back.” He glared at Link as the Hylian stared up at him with the expression of a child being scolded. “And if I find among your stuff before you give it back, I’m going to beat you up.”

-          “I haven’t done anything, Sheik!” Pleaded the dark blond. The Sheikah turned away, convinced that Link was the culprit. And it irritated him.
You do not mess with a Sheikah’s dagger.
A moment of silence followed as the group stared at their food. Sheik was rarely in a bad mood, but when he was, it felt as if rays of unhappiness were emanating from him and it affected the whole team.
He just hated it when people took his belongings without his approval.
Zelda took a sip of tea, resolved to make the team’s mood better. She smiled. “I have presents for you all.” She announced. Of course, everyone turned their attention on the blond princess. “Well, they aren’t exactly presents as they are meant to be used, but they’ll turn out to be more than useful, I believe.”

-          “What is it?” Asked Link, impatient. Zelda rolled her eyes lightly, but smiled to his childishness.

-          “Heat resistant outfits.” Link opened his mouth to say something; Zelda cut him off right away, guessing what would come out of this dark hole. “And they are stylish, don’t worry.”
Of course, this announcement caused an uprising amongst the guests as they (Link) were eager to see what the princess had in stock for them. And, sincerely, the Hero of Time just hated his green tunic, which made him the happiest of the team to receive a new outfit.
For the Sheikahs, they inherited black suits with red details that weren’t exactly different from what they’d usually wear. Sheik’s suit was mainly the same, but completely in black beside the red sheikah eye upon his chest and the gray shade of his bandages. Olwen’s clothes very much resembled, though a little less tight.
Nami received a red puffy dress under which she would have to wear black and tight garments to cover up her skin as much as possible from the volcano’s heat. Erk had almost the same thing, but in a manly version and it brought a smile upon the crew’s lips to see them matched up so blatantly by the Princess of Destiny.
For Tatl, Zelda had planned a very special long-tunic of a rich black with Twili patterns in bright red all over it with matching leggings to put underneath. Knowing the fluorescent woman to be rather reckless and a fighter, she thought that a dress wouldn’t be appropriate for her.
And when it came to Link, Zelda had ordered a special something just for him. Grinning, she offered him a folded bright red and black bundle of clothes. “I thought that this shade of red was perfect for you. It’ll go well with your hair, eyes and skin.” Preplexed, the Hylian furrowed as he unfolded his present.
It was a scarlet red tunic made of very light, and yet quite resistant, cloth. It was short-sleeved, like his green outfit, though it was much fancier. The collar as well as the rim of the sleeves and the end of the tunic was embroidered in golden patterns. And right under the collar and the pattern, pretty much between the Hylian’s pectorals (when he would wear the tunic, at least), was a shiny inlaid emerald.
To go with the tunic, Zelda had included black undergarments and… A silly red hat embroidered with the same golden patterns at its rim. Link looked up at the princess. “That’s actually almost too hot to be worn in battle, but you could’ve forgotten about the hat.” The blond princess laughed happily.

-          “Maybe, but I couldn’t ignore how great you look with that hat.” Link growled as he glared at the princess.

-          “… Thank you...”

-          “These suits are meant to resist the excessive heat of the volcano through magical means, thanks to the Leyawiin seamstresses.” Erk nodded as Zelda looked at him.

-          “We were pleased to be of use to you and to the kingdom, princess.” Said the mage as he lightly bowed his head. She smiled at him.

-          “As soon as you are all ready to leave, you are now officially equipped to go through the fire temple without burning down to ashes.”

***
                When Isca finally appeared downstairs, Zelda quickly offered him garments to resist the volcano’s heat as well. Because metal wasn’t the greatest idea inside such a hot cavern, it was out of question for him to wear an armor. He didn’t protest and accepted the dark orange, heavy leathered tunic with a faint smile.
                Tatl stared at him, trying to attract his attention. He didn’t look back at her.
                Even if Isca’s calm mood was worrying the Twili and the Sheikahs (they doubted something was going on), the group left Zelda’s hideout with a light heart at the very thought that this was the last temple they had to cleanse before they would reach the end of this world-saving mission.
                It was with a smile that Link sat foot for the first time into the Death Mountain’s land.
                Big red spiders jumped everywhere as boulders fell from the active volcano at an alarming rate. Once in a while, small eruptions forced the heroic crew into running away to hide and wait for the sky to clear of deadly volcanic rocks again.
                As they walked towards the top of the erupting volcano (when they weren’t fleeing from raining and burning stones), Tatl would stay beside Isca and look up at him with worried eyes. He hadn’t shaved, and his hair were loose, which wasn’t a habit of his… He kept staring into the distance above the other’s heads, as he was taller than everyone but Olwen.
                Something about him seemed so cold, thought Tatl, that it could freeze the lava…
                It was resignation.
                But not submission. It was some kind of a scary acceptance, as if he was prepared for something bad and accepting it. A chill ran through Tatl’s spine as she looked at Link’s back. She returned her attention on Isca.
                She was walking at his rhythm, which isolated them slightly behind the rest of the group. Swallowing and breathing deeply, Tatl halted to look up at Isca. She caught his wrist, holding it lightly. “Isca…”
                He stopped. He froze. For the first time in what seemed like decades, Isca blinked and felt brought back to reality. He felt her slender fingers around his wrist and his heart pounded so loudly, so quickly it hurt him. He stared ahead of him as reality was sinking deeply into his mind and as the pain that he had started to feel the previous night was now overwhelming.

-          “Isca…” She called again. He didn’t move. “Please… Talk to me…” Her voice was soft, quiet, almost desperate.
The knight closed his eyes a short moment as he breathed. The air was hot because of the volcano’s influence, which made breathing slightly difficult. But, to him, it seemed as if he was about to suffocate and die.
So he opened his eyes and looked at her.
Seeing her face, her eyes… Her expression of concern for him was what hurt him the most. He stared at her as if it was in slow-motion. He considered her and, for a moment, thought that he should just step down and let her be happy with Link… Let her do whatever she wanted because his feelings were so strong for that woman that he, at some point, preferred to see her happy with another man then unhappy by his side.
He considered this idea a moment.
But he soon enough pushed the thought away: he would let her be, yes. When what he had to do would be done.
So he stared at her as his soul started to ache in a way that he didn’t think was possible. No injury had ever hut him the way she had. “Please… Just tell me what is wrong, we can work it out tog-“

-          “No.” His voice was deadly low and cold.
Staring at her still, he pulled his wrist free. Isca turned around and continued to follow the group.
“Together” doesn’t exist anymore.
                Speechless, Tatl stared at the knight’s back as he walked away from her. Soon enough, a ball of worries and stress found a way to create room for itself between the fetus and her organs, into her stomach. A bad stomach-ache attacked her and it wasn’t the baby’s doing…
                Nevertheless, the crew finally reached some kind of cavity within the mountain that offered them a natural ceiling of rocks. There also was the opening of a cavern that was decorated with scribbles that no one would understand. But Erk. “What’s this place?” Asked Link. “Is that the entrance to the temple?” The mage shook his head as he came to stand beside the Hylian.

-          “No, it is in there that the Goron village is situated.”

-          “Goron? Like these rock-eating creatures that we hear of in children’s tales?” Erk nodded again.

-          “Yes. And if someone knows of a way to enter the fire temple, it is a Goron as they live right beside it.”

-          “Then, we’re going to see the Gorons? OH! I’m SO excited!” Shouted Link as he clapped happily and grinned. Erk and Nami exchanged amused stares.

-          “He doesn’t know what a Goron is.” Explained the fairy. Erk pseudo-smirked.

-          “I am well aware.”

***
                Visiting the Goron’s lair ended up being an interesting experience for the Hero of Time.
                The Goron underground village was incredibly deep within the mountain in which it was situated. The highest floor was the one on which the crew now stood. Underneath their feet, three other floors sank deeply into the rocks. And down there, on the first floor, was an assembly of seemingly unhappy giants.
                As soon as the group entered the cavern and witnessed the impressive dimensions of the underground village, they felt the ground underneath their feet shake as if the Earth was about to split open.
                Pushing their backs against the walls to keep standing and not falling to the ground and, after, down the equivalent of the highest tower of Hyrule’s castle, the team waited for the shaking to end.
                And only did when it stopped that they heard something that would be qualified as “the loudest, manliest and most terrorizing shouting that Hylian ears could witness”. Down there, at the “basement”, in the middle of the giant assembly, was a bigger Goron with white hair and beard who raged into a speech that made the other rock-eaters shiver in fear. He finally punched the wall (making a hole in it) before leaving into some chambers nearby.
                Curious, Link spied on the assembly with the mage, Nami and the Sheikahs. Behind them, Isca wasn’t even close to being interested in what was going on as Tatl kept looking at him, worried. Link looked up at Erk. “So, what’s the plan, Mister Mage?” The black-haired man looked at him.

-          “Aren’t you the leader?”

-          “When I understand what’s going on, I guess I am.” Erk sighed softly.

-          “You saw that bigger Goron?”

-          “Yeah.”

-          “His name is Darunia. He is the elder and the leader here. We should address our questions to him.” Link stared back down at the chamber in which the said rock-man entered.

-          “He looked… Angry.”

-          “Yes, he was.” Link looked at Erk pleadingly.

-          “We still have to go…?”

-          “We? You have.” Explained the mage before slapping the Hero’s back in an encouraging way. “I’ll be behind you, do not worry.”

-          “… Funny how I’m not feeling better when a man tells me he’ll be right behind…” muttered the Hylian.

***
                As soon as the group appeared on the lowest floor of the rocky citadel, they were welcomed by smiling giants who were… Surprisingly friendly. In fact, Gorons loved to hug the newcomers… But it was more like squashing them, in the end…
                When Link regained the ability to breathe, the Gorons hurried the group into Darunia’s chamber. Hesitant, Link tried to turn around, but he found out that it is pretty much impossible to get rid of a rock-man’s grip around your… waist.
                Nevertheless, the small Hylian man was dropped on the ground right before the angry leader. The rest of the team followed closely behind. Link arranged his hat as he raised his eyes… To meet Darunia’s dark and dangerous stare.
                The Hylian swallowed. “Heum… Hi.”

-          “Get up.” Commanded Darunia with… an impressively strong and manly voice. With wide eyes, Link sprang up. The Goron crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at the Hero’s soul. “What do you want?”

-          “We… Er… I… Us…” Link pointed at the group behind himself. “…”

-          “You are making me lose my time.” The dark blond shivered to the deepest of his soul.

-          “So-sorry…!”

-          “Out.” Commanded Darunia as he pointed the exit of his lair. Link nodded actively as he turned around to run away. Erk caught him by the collar and the Hero gasped.

-          “Darunia.” Called the mage as he proceeded to drag the whining Hylian back to the rock-man.

-          “Who dares to call my name?” Asked the angry giant. Erk bowed before him.

-          “I am Erk, a mage from Leyawiin. And my friend here-“ He pushed Link between himself and Darunia, holding him in place by digging his fingers into the smaller man’s shoulders. “Is named Link. He is the rising Hero of Time sent to cleanse the fire temple.” The rock-man’s stare lit up as he looked down upon the shaking Hylian.

-          “Is that true?” Link nodded… Or shook, it wasn’t exactly clear. Darunia inspected the small Hylian before him with interest. Not very convinced, he furrowed. “What kind of Hero is that?” He wrapped a gigantic hand around Link’s bicep and the Hylian tried to get out as he felt his arm being compressed to near explosion. “Tiny. No muscles. Weak.”

-          “Perhaps, but he is still the one who took care of the other four temples.” Pointed Erk as Link seemed unable to defend himself. Darunia looked down upon the Hero once again.

-          “I see no proof of him being a Hero. Even less the legendary Hero of Time.” Erk furrowed.

-          “What are you looking for?” Asked he, as he started to understand the Goron’s reluctance to accept Link’s identity.

-          “The mark of the Goddess.” Link seemed perplexed.

-          “The mark…?” He asked, daring to use his voice for the first time without stuttering. But no one was listening to him, right now.

-          “The triforce, hm?” Questioned Erk, crossing his arms over his chest. Darunia nodded.

-          “The what?” Asked Link, not understanding anything of this story. Erk shook his head.

-          “I will tell you the story later.” Said the mage. He returned his attention to Darunia. “Anyway, we would like to gain access to the temple.”

-          “Why should I honor you with this?” Asked the Gorons leader. Each time he spoke, Link was sure that the ground shook. He would have sworn.

-          “Why shouldn’t you? In the worst case scenario, we shall only die into the temple and therefore, be no nuisance to you.” The dark blond stared at the mage as he mentioned their possible death.
Arms crossed over his chest, Darunia stared at the group with piercing and black eyes. Link was keeping his eyes down and looked utterly perplexed as Erk was steady and strong beside the Hero of Time. The Goron leader’s attention was, however, focused on the supposed-to-be heroic Hylian beside the mage.
To Darunia, Link looked nothing like a world-saving man. He was small, light, pale with feminine eyes and no really particular features. Taking the Hylian’s personality away, what attracted attention to him was his blondness and icy blue eyes: Link wasn’t exactly handsome with his sharp features and thin lips, but he had some wild charm that came from his un-kept hair and grin, that, along with his natural diplomacy and charisma, would conquer anyone’s heart and mind.
So, it is because Darunia kept staring at him that Link finally looked up at the Goron and locked eyes with him.
The little man wasn’t comfortable being in the Goron’s presence, everyone could see it, but he kept his ground, nevertheless.
The difference between courage and bravery is simple: bravery is a characteristic, a brand of someone’s personality. You are born brave or not and therefore, have no credits over the rash actions you might take. However, courage is way different.
Being courageous means that, to start with, you have fears. Might there be the fear of spiders or the fear of Death, there is, at the start, a fright of something. Courage happens when you find the strength to fight that fear, and it is not something that you are born with: you develop courage, which makes it a virtue.
And at that moment, as Darunia stared at the Hylian standing before him, he knew that he was looking straight at a deeply courageous young man. So he smiled. “I think I will let you enter the temple.”

***
                Upon entering the fire temple, the heat of the volcano was so intense that it felt like walking straight into fire without burning. Because, yes, the suits that Zelda had given them weren’t heatproof: they were fire proof. Therefore, they would feel the intense hotness of the environment… But wouldn’t burn down to ashes.
                It was, in fact, even hotter than the desert with a clear sky, in summer, at midday.
                Unbearable was a good word to describe their feelings towards the dungeon.
                Nevertheless, when they entered, they were welcomed –along with the heat- by a pretty big room in which there was a stair case in the middle, pretty much like into the Sand Goddess. However, it wasn’t as lightened as the spirit temple had been as the ambiance, in the volcano could be resumed by red. In fact, it seemed like the volcano was lightened by lava, making everything they stared at orange or red, sometimes charcoal black (when it was burned).
                Going up the stairs, they were instantly welcomed by… bats. Which were covered in fire. Link saw them coming and blocked the attack of one of them which his shield, which, weirdly, extinguished the bat. He then finished it off with his sword.
                Erk took quickly care of the remaining one by sending it an impressive gust of wind. Not only was the bat set off of its fire, but it was rather crushed against the wall. In a matter of seconds, the room was clear of monsters.
                On each side of them were doors, now. Without much of a second thought, Link went towards the left one, instinctively. The group followed.
                The next room was populated by platforms that stood into a pool of lava. Right ahead of them was the locked “boss’” room, and there were doors on each side of them, again. Link stared ahead of him, at the lava, and he swallowed. “These suits… They make us endure the heat… But they won’t endure lava… No?”

-          “Indeed.” Answered Olwen as he stood at one edge of their current platform, looking down at the red, viscous, deadly lava.

-          “So… We’ll have to… Jump?”

-          “We will…”
For a Sheikah, it was nothing difficult to do. All Tatl had to do was mending with Olwen or Sheik’s shadow and she would be out of danger. Nami could fly to wherever she wished. Now, remained the question of how the three other men would pass.
Link stared around: there was nowhere that his hookshot would reach, so he would have to jump, in the end.
But Erk had much more than a trick up his sleeve. Smirking very, very lightly, he looked over at Link. “Get on the platform’s edge.”

-          “What?” Asked Link as he feared to die into lava.

-          “Obey and everything will be fine.”

-          “I’m not sure about that…”

-          “Just do it.” Commanded Sheik who was growing impatient as his hair stuck to his face. Reluctant, Link obeyed. He faced the lava and waited. Isca stared at him as he pictured the Hylian fall into the dangerous magma.

-          “Okay, so what’s next?” He questioned, afraid.

-          “Just close your eyes and be ready to land.” Sad Erk.

-          “Land?” Panic raised into the Hylian’s voice as he turned around just in time to witness the mage casting a very, very strong gust of wind at his back.
Screaming for his life, Link was pushed from the platform and above the lava. His heart was about to burst in fear as he was now very, very sure that he would die right there, right now. He closed his eyes as he was about to cry in despair when he started to fall…
And it seemed like he was falling for an eternity before his feet touched the ground and his knees weakened under his weight. He fell on his ass, in front of a door… At the other side of the room.
Heart pounding, he turned around to stare at the rest of the group. They were pretty much all grinning. Erk turned around to look at the remaining members of the team. “Who’s next?”

***
                A few rooms, enemies and locks later, the group entered into an immense chamber. Ahead was a long wooden bridge that stood above a pool of lava that filled the entire room. With caution, Sheik and Olwen inspected its structure to make sure it was steady and safe.
                After a while, they came back, assuring the crew that they could walk on it to the other side.
                Isca was behind the group, following at a short distance away. His heart pounded into his chest and head as he stared at Link’s back. It was the moment, he felt it.
                But he had no idea that the opportunity would show itself so nicely.
                Soon enough, the group engaged into a discussion that the knight heard nothing of. All he did was staring at the other Hylian’s back as his breathing increased. Link wasn’t part of that talking party neither as he was observing one of the pillars holding the bridge as it was sculpted into a creepy character.
                Link just appreciated to observe the decorations into the temples, wondering what they meant and why they were there. He just was curious over everything and everyone, having a desire to learn that he never really showed to the people around himself.
                Therefore, soon enough after they had gotten themselves onto the bridge, he stopped to stare at the statuette more closely. The rest of the party continued on, not noticing that the Hylian was missing. Only Isca stopped walking as well, a few feet away from the Hero of Time.
                Link was aware that Isca was behind him and that they were alone. He didn’t trust the knight, but he didn’t think that he was in danger, so, into his mind, he did not have a reason to worry or to be reluctant to show his back to him.
                Isca’s heart beat increased more as Link was defenseless before him. He looked up and watched the group as they distanced themselves from the two men, clenching and unclenching his fists. Sweat gathered over his body, but the heat wasn’t the reason of it… He was nervous.
                And Isca stared at Link’s back.
                He was considering what he was about to do and the consequences of his actions: he would lose pretty much his job and possibly bring the kingdom to his doom... But he didn’t care as his feelings of pure hate were stronger than any righteous concerns of this world.
                He wasn’t even part of this world, right now, as his mind had disconnected from it as soon as he had learned.
                As he stared at Link’s back with intensity, he recalled the dialog with Malon…
                “She’s cheating… I saw them together… Your girlfriend and… Link.”
                Link.
                He was going to die.
                Right there.
                Right now.
                Heart pounding so loudly Isca thought he would lose consciousness, the knight slowly , and with shaking hands, found the dagger that he had concealed on him and grabbed its handle firmly. He raised his hand in what seemed to be slow-motion, his eyes still glued on Link’s back.
                Isca knew where to hit, and the blade was long enough. He was aiming for the Hero’s heart.
                And he raised his blade…
                On the other side of the bridge, the group reached another door. They laughed as their discussion ended and Sheik turned around. “Link?” The Sheikah blinked. The Hero wasn’t there? Perplexed, he furrowed as Tatl became so pale she was turning blue. And then, Nami gasped.
                “Link! Watch out!” It was the fairy’s voice from the other side of the room. From far away. Link looked up, alerted, searching for monsters coming his way.
                But the monsters didn’t come and the menace was behind him.
                Afraid that Link would flee, Isca panicked. He wouldn’t let him escape.
                No, not when it was so close!
                With a raging scream, the knight brought the dagger down.
                The sound caught the Hylian off guard, and Link turned around…
                Link had enough time to register the knight’s expression of pure hate and Sheik’s shining dagger into the other Hylian’s right hand.
                But he had not enough time to move…
                The sharp Sheikah blade, added to Isca’s brutal strength pierced with ease through Link’s small frame. A few ribs cracked as the knife broke them. The pain immobilized Link.
                And he gasped as his right lung was pierced.
                A spasm shook Link’s body as he stood there, mouth-opened, staring at the dagger into his chest. He looked up at Isca… And coughed blood.
                Knees weak, Link wrapped his hands over the knife’s handle.
                And Isca growled in anger. He had missed his shot, he had missed the heart because Link had turned around…! He growled in rage and twisted the blade in the wound as blood came out of Link’s chest at an alarming speed.
                Choking on his blood, Link started to fall to the ground as he couldn’t support his weight anymore. Still growling, Isca pushed him down roughly, letting go of the dagger that was still into the Hero’s chest, and he got down on his knees, on top of his victim, his tormentor.
                He wrapped his strong hands around Link’s neck, digging his fingers in the skin.
                And he squeezed.
                Link choked on his blood even more, coughed but wouldn’t succeed because he was being strangled. His vision became blurry as the pression into his cranium and behind his eyes was unbearable. Shaking and weak, he rested his hands on the other man’s chest, trying to push him away.
                But his hands slide into his own blood that was now soaking Isca’s leather armor.
                His eyes started to close… He let his arms fall on the bridge beside him as he had no more strength to fight.
                He was dying.
                He couldn’t even defend himself as he was already too numb.
                And suddenly, he was freezing as if taking a bath of ice.
                The bridge underneath the men shook heavily as the remaining members of the team hurried to the scene. Screams echoed into the room, but Isca wasn’t hearing anything but his own heartbeat and Link’s desperate attempts at breathing.
                The knight desperately waited for the smaller man to die between his hands, but he resisted with an unknown force. He growled and squeezed more and more and more and-
                He was pushed away with so much strength that he couldn’t register what had hit him… Until he locked eyes with red irises.
                Olwen was now on top of Isca and he delivered a firm punch to the knight’s jaw. A fight started between the two biggest men of the group as, behind them, Sheik fell to his knees beside Link.
                So panicked that he remained calm, Sheik hurriedly rested two fingers against the Hylian’s neck to know if he was still… If he was… If…
                And he felt it: Link’s heart was still beating… So very weakly. “L-link…” He whispered. “L-l-link..!” The Sheikah’s voice shook as much as his hands did as he looked down at the mess that his brother had become…
                Laying down on his back, a dagger coming out of his chest, Link was covered in his own blood and barely conscious. Yet, when he heard Sheik’s voice, he opened his eyes, a little, which required an incredible amount of energy from him. “… Sheik…” He whispered, his voice barely recognizable because it was so sore and weak.

-          “Link!” Came the hysterical scream of Tatl as she threw herself down on her knees beside him. He looked up at her.

-          “T-t-Tatl…” He tried to smile, but it was faint. She took his hands, bringing it to her lips as she cried, sobbed. Link returned his attention on Sheik.

-          “I-I’m sorry… But i-it seems that…” The Sheikah shook his head.

-          “Do not speak, Link.” Sheik had never been panicked into his life. Now he was.

-          “… It seems that…. In t-t-the end… I’m the one who…” He shook and tried to catch his breath, but failed with a strangled sigh. “… Had your… Da-dagger…” Sheik smiled as he pushed strands of blood-soaked hair away from his little brother’s face.

-          “Yes… It looks like it.” Link then turned his attention to Tatl.

-          “I… I love… Y-you.” He whispered as he tried to control his breathing, his eyes closing. As Tatl stared at him, shocked and unable to say or do anything, Sheik tapped the Hylian’s cheek softly.

-          “Link, stay awake! Stay with us!” Link choked on his blood, once again, as his gaze seemed empty. He looked through Tatl one last time before losing consciousness and closing his lids.
From his parted lips, a soft sigh escaped. It was so faint, so small that it almost seemed to be his weak and injured soul coming out of him. “LINK!” Yelled Tatl as she leaned down to hug him. Sheik wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. She buried her face into his neck, sobbing madly.

-          “You might touch the dagger and hurt him more…” He explained, his voice empty.
And just then, did they realize that Isca was coming their way.
He had gotten up and away from Olwen for a short moment. The butler was right behind, glaring darkly at the knight’s back as he prepared himself for another attack.
Sheik and Tatl looked up, glaring deadly at the knight who now had a nice black eye, but they were both too traumatized to move. Stained with Link’s blood, Isca stopped before Tatl and glared down at her. “You’re a whore and you deserve each other.” He growled darkly, his words and voice sinking deeply into the Twili’s mind and body.
Shocked and sobbing, she couldn’t find the strength or the words to reply. They locked eyes a moment.
And then, Isca spat at her feet.
He turned around and left the room.
Olwen, calm but alerted, made sure that he was leaving, then he kneeled beside the dying Hero of Time. He looked up at Sheik and Tatl. “We have to take him to Zelda.” His voice wasn’t harsh, but it was commanding, which was necessary, at that moment.

-          “He’s… He’s gon-gonna die…” Said Tatl between sobs.

-          “Not if we hurry.” Said Olwen. She looked up at him, not believing it.

-          “He’s… Unconscious, Olwen… It’s…. Useless…” Whispered Sheik, his voice was empty as he stared at Link’s seemingly dead body. A deep and quiet pain was keeping him from moving as he ached in a way that was unknown to him before. The silver-haired man stared at him, shocked to see the blond so affected.

-          “No, he is alive and I can keep him in that state for a short time… Using my own life to do so.” It was Erk who was talking.

-          “Then do so!” Screamed Tatl, glaring up at him. The mage nodded, looking down at her.

-          “We must be quick, though.”
Olwen nodded and carefully put his arms under Link. He was so light and… cold. The butler got up cautiously, the Hero into his arms. He looked down at Sheik and Tatl, then at Nami. “Take care of these two, the mage and I will hurry.” The fairy nodded.

-          “Y-yes.”

***
                Zelda was enjoying a cup of tea on her balcony when she saw Olwen and Erk arrive. The mage looked weak, and they hurried to her house. Olwen was holding something into his arms. It wasn’t clear what it was from such a distance, but it was pretty much… red.
                Zelda raised to have a better view at what was going on.
                And realized that Olwen was covered in blood… And that it was coming from what he held.
                Her eyes widened. “By the Goddesses!”
                Her cup shattered on the ground and the tea spilled itself all over the floor.
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