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The Beginning	By : Angelkeeper Category: Zelda > General Views: 3667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Zelda or any of of the characters including Ganon however I do own My female and Her son Villia. I also do not make any money off of this story.

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She awoke in a hot and sweaty stupor. Her body was trembling as if she had just run miles without stopping to take a breath. Her lungs felt heavy, as if they would collapse if she kept breathing. Her body ached as well even as she tried to stay awake. She tried sitting up exhaustedly, but fell off of her awkward sleeping arrangements as they gave way underneath her weight. Her body was flung to the ground and she was left writhing and screaming in pain. She shook convulsively for a few minutes crying as she did so.
            She couldn’t figure out what was happening. She was cold and hot all at the same time and her body was so sore she couldn’t bear to move it. She tried to sit up but the pains made her rethink that option so she once again lay limply on the floor waiting for someone to come and retrieve her. She waited like that for what felt like hours, watching dark shapes go by the tent walls. Once or twice she attempted to get someone’s attention in the hopes that they would come in and help her, but as the pain returned she simply ceased her struggles.
            The longer she lay there the worse the pain got. The chills began to make her tremble so much she felt as though she was seizing. Her headache was causing hallucinations. Every once in a while she would see him standing at the door watching her and laughing. She finally lost consciousness when the coughing started. She hacked and coughed for a few minutes before falling into a fitful dreamless sleep. Her mind closed to anything and everything it touched.
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            The Twinrova were busy, squawking at each other quietly while they kept an eye on their masters sleeping infant son. They had spent the morning coddling the boy and taking turns playing and talking to him. He had his father’s look about him. The face mostly, and the boy’s striking red hair. But his eyes, those eyes were nothing like their masters. His green eyes were quiet and thoughtful; they looked like that woman’s icy blue ones. Though that was discerning to them they ignored it and focused on the good things.
            They were about to bathe the infant when one of the women came in skittishly standing inside the door. Her eyes were wandering back and forth over everything as she stepped nervously from one foot to the other over and over again. The Twinrova stopped and looked at her. She was the one that had been charged with watching over the woman, and with the way she was acting something must had happened with her charge. “What do you want.” They said in unison. Their tone wasn’t one of appreciation, and they quickly changed their tune when she cast a worried glance around the room. “There’s something wrong with her, she won’t move and she’s muttering nonsense. I don’t know what to do she’s warm but when I go to touch her she screams.” She looked nervously around. The women knew why she was doing this, she was young and as of yet unwilling to lose her life to anything but battle, being cut down for breaking one of the Dark Lords “Toy’s” wasn’t on the top of her list of things to do. They glanced at each other and then motioned for her to lead on.
            They followed her to a tent just before the edge of camp. As she opened the flap the problem became apparent. The woman was feverish, they could both see that even from where they were standing at the door to the tent. The combined attacks from yesterday must have caused her to get sick, they realized as they got closer. Once they were a couple of feet from her she seemed to notice their presence. This was not a realization that was taken kindly on their part however. She started to kick and scream as soon as they were close enough, and at one point her foot almost connected with one of the sister’s noses. They both ducked out of the way as she flailed on the floor trying to keep them or whatever she was imagining them to be, at bay. The aggression she was displaying was not good for her however; she would not be able to be treated if she kept this up. They needed to find a way to sedate her or keep her still for a few moments. They looked towards one another. They had their work cut out for them.
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            His golden eyes were focused on the papers in front of him. He wasn’t all that interested in them to be honest (which he hardly ever was) but the reports from moblins aren’t all that interesting. After all moblins aren’t that smart, meaning whatever they put down on the paper is usually what one of the more “Intelligent” members tell them to put. And even that isn’t always all that bright. He attempted to garnish his attention with one of his commanders pieces, but was loathe to find it contained nothing more than a full on account of the damned moblins spear slashes. He had to admit, his commanders aren’t chosen for their brains, they just don’t need them. However they should have at least a bit of a grasp on something other than hitting things and fighting amongst themselves. He grasped his head in his hand, grimacing, He was getting a headache and he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about that damned… He stopped, he was about to think screaming when he realized where the screaming must be coming from. It was not any of the Gerudo women, he was sure of that. He got up from his chair and went to the door of the tent. The closer he got the louder the screaming got. He stalked out from his tent and made his way down the streets.
            As he got closer to her tent he noticed women ducking out of his way here and there. There were very few people on the street but the noise she was making was drawing quite the audience. He reached the door of the tent only to narrowly miss a flying pan. She must have been worked up again. He groaned and shoved the tent flap aside. The sight that greeted him was an unwanted one.
            The Twinrova were here, instead of with the baby, their time being wasted in an attempt to get the screaming and flailing woman under control. He used a bit of his energy to try to see what was upsetting her, but her mind was closed, she wasn’t even in control of her own thoughts let alone her own body. He made his way to her amidst flailing limbs and flying objects. Then lifted her off the ground and pressed his fingers to her cold, clammy forehead. It took a moment but she dropped limply into his arms, like a ragdoll. Just hanging there suspended in the air. When she was comatose, He looked over towards the Twinrova letting out a bit of a growl. “WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING.” His booming voice would have scared normal civilians, but she heard nothing hanging from his arms. The Twinrova weren’t quite so lucky, They moved closer to him carefully avoiding the limp body he held in his hands. “She’s sick Master,” They cringed under his gaze. “It must have been the spells we used yesterday. She’s got a cold, and maybe a fever which caused the hallucinations.” They backed off when he stepped forward with her. “What to do with her then.” He wasn’t asking he was demanding an answer, and they responded readily. “A bath to warm her limbs sir. Keeping her warm is important. And make her drink. We were getting to that when you stepped in.” They watched him warily.
            He carried her body back over to the makeshift bed and laid her down on it. “Take care of it then, and make sure she doesn’t cause any more disturbances.” He stood back up and watched them immediately go to her. There was no doubt that she was sick, however a cold wasn’t something serious. If she died from it he wasn’t too worried. He looked back at the Twinrova as he reached the door. “If she’s Ill don’t let her near my son.” He watched them as they said “Yes My lord” and then left. Her body was interesting, but not nearly as important as his son’s. He made his way back to his tent and as he looked at the pile of papers once again his headache appeared.
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            As she slipped back into consciousness, she began to become aware of a burning sensation throughout her entire body. Frightened she attempted to escape the heat of the boiling tub, but a hand reached down and pushed her back against the wall. She tried to pull herself out of tub and away from the water again, vaguely aware that whoever had pushed her back down before, had caught a nice glimpse of her breasts, but she was more concerned that the water was going to scald her body beyond recognition to care.
            When she sat up again she was once again forced to content herself with sitting in the scalding water with her back against the cool iron of the washtub. She tried to meet her captor’s eyes, but her vision was blurry with tears and she could barely make out large shapes and moving blurs. She could feel the person’s large calloused hands on her body, rubbing up and down on her skin trying to rub the heat from the water into her already scorched skin. Whoever it was stayed gentle and pressed down evenly on every scorched part of her tired limbs. As they ran their hands over her arms and then her legs she began to relax allowing them access to her feet. With her body beginning to relax it suddenly occurred to her what a blinding headache she had. leaning back in the tub to close her eyes and let her body calm against the warm water, she allowed her head to recover. She felt then his fingers creeping up her inner thigh and pressing against the soft skin there. Her body immediately froze in anticipation, but began to relax again when it realized that the person was pulling away as they reached her innermost thigh.
            She pondered a moment on why that was. They seemed to be giving her at least a bit of privacy which was good, but she felt a twinge of interest as to who was taking such good care of her. She felt the hands go from her inner thighs to her stomach, running along her smooth body. She felt that if she looked up she might see his face (by now she was certain the large rough hands belonged to a man) but she was worried about something and she kept her eyes shut tight when he passed over her. The only man she could think of being in this wretched place was the one she wanted to see least. She clenched her eyes shut and her body went stiff as he placed his palms on her stomach skin edging up closer to her breast. When his hands had finally reached that far and their massaging had come to it’s last she waited for him to touch her. When it finally happened she was expecting it, but her reaction came as a surprise to them both, His hand passed over her breast as he was moving over her, and she in retaliation lifted her leg, and kicked him square in the jaw.
            She finally brought herself to look up just in time to see the darkness pass over his eyes. Frightened she tried to push herself back, but the tub inhibited her movement greatly. He reached over her and pulled her back towards him by her hair, eliciting a gasp from the trapped woman. The growl that came out of his throat caused her to flail in his arms, and try to escape, unleashing another fury in the form of a slap. His strike caused her body to fall back into the tub knocking into the wrought iron side and dunking under the water for a moment. She scrambled to crawl up the tubs side and out onto the floor but he grabbed her arm pulling her back towards him.
            “You shouldn’t have done that.” He whispered in her ear silkily. And he pulled her out of the tub and across the carpeted floor with him. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped her in it so that she couldn’t move her arms and legs, and then lifted her up in a bride carry and out the tent flap.
            She assumed from the darkness that it was night time, and she could see no one on the street which was unnerving for the predicament she was in. She tried to squirm herself free but there was no hope of that happening in the near future, and she felt as though if she did manage to break free there would be no other consequence then him strangling her. He carried her over to a tent that contained the steeds (Most likely for the entire force she assumed) and brought her to his horse pulling her up and on with him. He drove the horse out and onto a lit path out of the tent city and towards the cliffs that flanked it on one side.
            They only rode for about a mile and then the cliffs receded into a steep set of buildings all built into the Cliffside, she had heard about this before. The tent city was new but, the Gerudo fortress was well known from the people of Hyrule. She gasped when he stopped the horse outside the fortress, and pulling her off with him, carried her like a ragdoll inside. The guards tried to feign disinterest, but she could see them staring at her as he carried her down the hallways, pondering the event that could have led to him bringing her there. As they made their way down the hall, she felt the direction shift. They were no longer headed in a straight line, they were going up. When they made it to the small door she was aware that the whole atmosphere of the place had shifted from one of a nervous tension to a kind of fright that she could not describe.
            Frightened herself, she began to shake. He took no notice and opened the small wooden door stepping into the dark room. The only light came from a window high up on the wall. Into that slot of light he set her down on the barren dirty floor, and pulled a rusted chain and shackle from the corner of the room closest to her. Pulling it away from the wall, he attached the short length of metal to her leg squeezing hard when she tried to pull away. He then dropped leg and heavy shackle on the floor letting the *clunking* sound it made when it dropped tell him it was secure. She waited for him to leave the room, but before he did he had something to say.

            He came over and pressed his face close to hers, drawing in the soft lavender smell of the bath soaps he had used on her. “Don’t ever think you can treat me like that. Don’t ever think you can escape, you BELONG to me your no longer a person that can do things as she pleases, and you’re no longer a person with the free will to do anything at all other than what I tell you to do. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” His voice got hard on the last few words and she shook her head in response. He pulled away and started towards the door. “Maybe a few days in here will teach you how you’re supposed to behave.” A smile and a deep laugh later, he was gone, and the ever encroaching darkness was all she had for comfort.
            She didn’t know why but for the first time since she’d been taken she truly felt like crying. Before she had been so angry and frightened that she had only worried about where he was taking her and her baby. When she did feel like crying on the horse no tears came, but now she had eaten and had something to drink and she felt like she could cry her eyes out and due to her captors care would never die. (Except maybe to drown to death in her own tears) Later on she hadn’t felt like crying because she had been too sick, but now the entire ordeal was starting to come to light. Maybe she wouldn’t be here chained in this little room, if she had just forced her body to behave and let him do as he pleased to her. That was how it worked the first time, he hadn’t hurt her (well not the rest of her anyway.) as long as she stayed quiet and submissive. That’s what he liked her to do. Listen and stay quiet, and do just as he told her and nothing else. But where, she wondered, was the individuality in that? She was not just some toy he had picked up of the street. She was human with human thoughts and emotions. He was a monster, and she, SHE had to put up with him. She felt her tears falling hard and fast. She was the one forced to live with this monster, to sit naked, wrapped in a blanket in this dungeon as a punishment for defending her body.
            She felt herself giving in to the emotions, and she dropped to the floor wrapping the blanket tighter around her freezing naked body. She cried till her tear ducts hurt from the strain of it all, and she cried till her voice went horse from the intake of breath and she could no longer feel her chest moving in and out, in and out. Then she lay on the floor letting herself fall into the deep inky black darkness that only comes when you’ve exhausted yourself so completely that nothing else matters.

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            He sat at his desk staring at the wall of the tent. Her body had gone stiff when he had started massaging her legs. He could feel it under his hands, but when he didn’t touch her, there in that place, she had stopped and for a moment almost seemed relieved. As though she had assumed him not touching her there was the best thing that had happened to her all day. He thought about afterwards when his hand had accidentally grazed her chest. She had hauled off and kicked him. He rubbed his chin where her foot had grazed it, No damage done, but she must not be allowed to think that was acceptable, not at all. He shook his head and looked down at the desk.
            Her body was pretty much the same as he left it last time, thin and lithe under his fingers. She took good care of herself, washing so much that her pale skin gleamed. That was his doing he knew, she washed in an attempt to make herself feel clean after what he had done to her. He couldn’t help that a smile graced his lips.
            He let his gaze pass over the desk, but he wasn’t really looking for anything in particular. Just thinking on things, His thoughts passed over his son. The Twinrova were caring for him at the moment, but would he allow his mother to have him back at some point? He wondered if she would poison the child’s mind against him. Even now he wasn’t quite sure what to think of that infant with the tanned skin and green eyes, what kind of a person would his son really be? Would he be like his young mother young and foolish or would he act as proud and confident as his father? As he pondered this his thoughts went back to the young woman in the prison cell. He wasn’t exactly sure how long he wanted to leave her there.
            He tapped his hand on the desk and stood up. He was bored; there really wasn’t anything important to do till morning so he may as well go back to his own tent. He pushed back the flap and walked down the street towards the edge of the city.
            He reached a tent at the very edge and pushed open the flap. It was covered wall to wall in rugs and blankets, and in the corner in a bassinette was the sleeping child. His small hand was pressed to his lips in slumber, and he whined a little as he slept. The man reached down and pushed the curling red locks from the child’s face, and watched quietly as the infant instinctively grabbed at the finger that the man had used to caress him. He clutched it in his tiny grasp tight against his chest. Ganon pulled his finger from the infants grasp, the child was his, but he felt no real connection to it. That bothered him; shouldn’t he feel a connection to his own flesh and blood? He began to strip off his armor as he thought about this. What was the connection between a father and son supposed to be like and why did he not have it?
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