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Legend of Zelda: A Goddess's Plea	By : elegyenigma Category: Zelda > General Views: 3937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda game series, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer
time! I do not own Link. I don't own Zelda, the Legend of Zelda
universe, or anything mentioned in it. I am using it, without
permission I may add, to create a fan-made universe. Graide, Shade,
the Deathblade, the land of Ayerluia, the Shade-wraiths, the Adian
Shield, and Adius are all copyright, legally, to me. If you don't
know who I am, well... You can try your luck if you'd like for
stealing; I daresay a lawsuit would get me at least enough money to
buy a PS3 and/or a Wii. :3

Ok. So, what happened
to “ETA of next chapter” being the week after the last
one?

Heh, I'll tell ya:
YOUR DAMN LACK OF REVIEWS!! I'm giving you all another shot, though.

So, hang tight whilst I
load this cannon.

“Why won't it
stop raining?” Zelda asked for the millionth time. She,
Graide, and Shade had been trudging along a wide dirt road for the
past two days. The rain had failed to abate, and if anything, the
further they advanced, the heavier it seemed to get. Needless to
say, the word “dirt” was more effectively replaced with
“mud.” So, they had been trudging along this mud road.
They hadn't exactly stayed long to try and see if some hospitality
could be offered from the residents of the town they had found, met,
and befriended Shade...considering, after all, that she tried to turn
all the townsfolk into walking, slowly self-devouring meals. After
Graide had found Zelda, unconscious and laying face-down in the
middle of the road, he had collected her and quickly grabbed Shade,
to find that the local populace had already surrounded the temple he
had found and left her in. The pitchforks and torches had added a
nice stereotypical touch to the entire scene. Escaping with both of
the women unharmed had proven to be difficult. The six-hour long run
from the city had also proven tiring, and explaining the entire thing
to Zelda when she had woken up three hours into the mad dash had not
made the situation any easier.

“Who knows...”
Graide wearily replied, bringing the count to how many times he had
said that in reply to, probably, a million as well. They were all
exhausted. They were covered in mud and water, and the cold air was
quite uncomfortable as well, both physically and, considering this
was summer and not late autumn, mentally. Shade had kept silent
during the entire ordeal, only breaking the silence when Zelda had
revived, to assist Graide in his explanation of the entire situation.
They both had uneasily informed her of their brief sexual encounter,
though Zelda's reaction was, thankfully, understanding and lacking in
any sort of jealousy. But, now, Shade spoke.

“How much
longer? We've been walking for two days along this road...does it
even lead anywhere?” she asked, careful to keep the unhappiness
and weariness from her voice, keeping her tone inquisitive.

Graide shrugged
tiredly. “I'm not completely certain,” he said slowly.
“But my gut's telling me to follow this road, and there has yet
to be a time in my life where my gut fails me.”

Shade sighed, but
said nothing. She looked down at herself. She was more covered in
more mud than the rest, thanks to a sunken tree root that had tripped
her and caused her to land face-first in the three inch-thick mud.
Zelda had slipped and landed on her knees and hands in the mud, and
Graide had slipped and fallen on his ass. Twice. And another time
he had landed on his side. The entire situation was just one of
those types where it just felt like it couldn't get any worse. And
of course, when thoughts like that occur to anyone who is a member of
a gathering or band of people, things often get worse. And as this
thought passed through Shade's mind, Graide let out a sudden yelp as
his foot sank deeper into the mud than it should have. A pit
suddenly opened up underneath him, and, mid-yelp, he disappeared
inside the pit, falling about twelve feet before landing hard on his
back. Zelda and Shade quickly scrambled over towards the edge of the
pit, disregarding the mud. It wasn't like it mattered now anyway.

“Graide! Are
you ok?!” Zelda called down, peering down at him worriedly, as
Shade looked around for something to haul him out of the pit with.
Graide groaned as he shifted slowly, managing to get onto his feet,
looking around. His entire body was now covered in dirt and mud.

“Yeah...nothing's
broken. Guess that's something,” he muttered, looking up.
Suddenly, his eyes widened as he spotted a shadowy figure looming
behind Zelda...and it wasn't Shade.

“Zelda, behind
you!” he called in alarm. Zelda blinked and turned as an arm
wrapped around her neck. She screamed and clawed at the arm holding
her with her nails, struggling wildly. “LET ME GO!” she
screamed.

Shade looked over at
the sudden commotion, cursing as she saw Zelda struggling with a man.
She grabbed the branch she had broken off of a nearby tree and
blindsided the man, hitting him on the back of the head. The branch
was hardly large enough to even stun him, but it was enough. The man
growled and let go of Zelda, spinning and blindly lunging for Shade.
Shade quickly back-stepped in a quick feint, and then tackled the man
to the ground. They both hit the ground, before the man pushed her
off. They both stood at the same time, and were about to lunge again
when suddenly another man appeared and grabbed the first from behind.

“Gramps! Ease
off, it's just a couple girls!” he shouted, as the first man
struggled a moment before relaxing.

“Aye, girls who
be trespassin', ain't go not respect fer property!” the first
man growled, as the second let go of him, moving around and helping
up Zelda who had fallen to the ground. It was at that moment that
Graide managed to pull himself out of the pitfall. He looked up to
see the second man bending over Zelda. He whipped the Deathblade out
of its temporary holder at his side, charging towards the man.

“Get the hell
away from her!” he roared, teeth clenched as he brought the
sword in towards the man's neck. The man turned and jumped away,
holding up both hands.

“Whoa whoa
whoa!! Hold on, I'm not trying to hurt her!” he cried. Graide
skidded to a halt in the mud, the point of the sword just barely
touching against the bottom of his chin. Graide narrowed his eyes.
“The hell you are, I saw you-”

Zelda stood up. “No,
Graide, it's ok, he's not the one who attacked me!” she cried,
quickly moving over and grabbing his sword arm and trying to lower
it. Graide slowly lowered the blade. “Then where is he?”
he asked, looking around before spotting the other, much older man,
who took a step back. Zelda shook her head, still holding his wrist,
lest he suddenly go into attack mode again.

“No, it's ok,
it was just a misunderstanding,” she explained breathlessly.
The second man lowered his hands, as Shade drifted over towards them.
“Yes, I'm fine,” she said loftily, rolling her eyes.
Graide looked over.

“Oh, sorry,
Shade.” He turned to look back at the second man. He wore an
emerald-green tunic and earth-brown pants, his feet covered by
heavy-duty brown leather boots. He had bright blonde hair and blue
eyes, and looked to be maybe a few months older than eighteen. “Who
are you?” Graide demanded, still gripping the hilt of the
Deathblade.

The man raised his
hands again in a consoling gesture as he noticed Graide's grip on his
weapon cease to relax. His eyes were drawn to the unusual sword and
its swirling, liquid-like solid form momentarily before he looked
back up to Graide.

“My name is
Link. That man over there is my grandfather.”

Graide's eyes snapped
sideways to glare at the older man, before resting back on Link.

“So, do you two
get a kick out of grabbing young female travellers or something?
Setting pitfalls on what is apparently a public road?” Graide
demanded curtly, his tone conveying that his strained nerves were
ready to snap now, this irritation having sawed them hair-fine. Link
shook his head, eyes closing momentarily as he did.

“No. Allow me
to explain.”

“Explain away,
you have plenty of it to do,” was the sharp reply. Zelda sent
him a look, as Shade watched the older man darkly, making sure he
tried to do nothing. She wasn't in any better of a mood. Link
sighed as he looked between everyone.

“Ok, my
grandfather and I have had some trouble lately with people
trespassing. Lots of weird things have been happening lately, and my
grandfather is paranoid enough as it is. Our house is just over
there,” he said, pointing off behind the line of trees that ran
along the side of the road.

Graide narrowed his
eyes. “I don't think you own this section of the road, so
wouldn't that make putting PITHOLES IN THE MIDDLE OF IT A LITTLE-”

Link held his hands
up again.

“Please, I'm
sorry, but it was my grandfather, again...and he's...” Link
shrugged, leaning forwards a bit, dropping his voice to a whisper.
“He's a bit senile and absent-minded.”

Graide narrowed his
eyes as Link leaned closer, shrugging.

“Ok, I'll buy
that...” he said slowly. Link bowed his head a bit in
appreciation.

“Thanks. I
heard the noise, and my grandfather here did, too. I heard him go
outside, so I followed to find him about to pounce on your...”
he trailed off, blinking as he glanced at Shade, whom he hadn't yet
had a proper look at, almost doing a double take. “Uh...friend,”
he said, shrugging and looking back to Graide as Shade glowered at
him.

Zelda couldn't take
her eyes off Link. There was something strangely familiar about him.
Link's eyes met hers, and the two stared for a moment. Link
frowned.

“Wait, do you
live around here? Or have you been down here before?” he
asked, somewhat puzzled. His eyes held a tinge of unsure
familiarity. Graide paused and looked between them. Zelda shook her
head.

“No, never,”
she murmured.

Graide hesitated
before he spoke. “Having a bit of matching deja vu, are you?”
he asked. Zelda turned and looked at him to answer, then stopped.
She looked from Graide to Link and back again.

“Strange,”
she murmured. She looked at Link again. “I feel like I know
you...that's one thing.” She then glanced to Graide. “And
another thing, you both look alike in some strange way...” she
said. Shade raised her eyebrows, looking between them. Then, she
nodded slowly, her eyes widening a touch.

“She's right.
There's something about you two that's similar.”

Graide and Link
looked at each other, then shrugged.

“Maybe we're
long-lost twin brothers,” Graide muttered, the faintest hint of
sarcasm in his tone, eliciting a faint smile from everyone, except
for Link's grandfather. The older man shuffled past them, heading
towards where Link had indicated his house was. Graide stared after
him, then turned to glance at Link.

“Look, normally
I'm a bit more subtle, but-”

“No, please,
come on in, it's the least we can do after this mess, and you three
look like you could use a dry place to shelter in for a little bit.
This rain doesn't look like it's going to cease any time soon, after
all,” Link cut in, sensing what he was about to be asked,
turning and following after his grandfather, who had apparently
forgotten all about them, beckoning for them to follow. They all
looked at one another, silently confirming that they were all ok, and
followed after. Shade and Zelda lingered just behind Graide.

“He's
gorgeous,” Zelda whispered to Shade, indicating towards Link.
Shade hesitated, apparently looking over the newcomer.

“Yes. I think
Graide looks better, though,” she whispered. Zelda shrugged
slightly.

“Well, yes, but
Graide's off-limits. This Link guy may not be,” she said,
smiling coyly. Shade smirked slightly, but said nothing.

Graide said not a
word, but felt a small smile playing on his lips. They may have been
whispering but he could hear them as if they were talking in open
voices right next to him.

Link nodded as his
house came into view.

“My humble
abode,” he said carelessly, walking through the semi-flooded
grass towards the medium-sized cottage. Graide grinned slightly.

“Better than my
old place, and right now, it looks like the world's finest estate,”
he commented. He followed Link into the house, but none of the three
travellers ventured inside. Link glanced back, raising an eyebrow.
“Don't worry about it, it's only a bit of mud and water, it's
not the end of the world,” he said.

Graide shrugged. “If
you say so,” he said, stepping inside with Shade and Zelda.
Zelda looked down at her dress, biting her lip.

“Please say you
have a washboard,” she said hopefully. Link nodded, and
Zelda's expression brightened.

“It's in the
washroom. Just down that hall, it's the door on the right,” he
said, as he disappeared into what seemed to be the kitchen. “Anyone
want something to eat? You three look starved,” he said.

Shade's eyebrows
raised as if she was about to throw herself on the ground and beg,
but she said nothing. Graide looked at her, smiled slightly, and
nodded.

“Yes. I could
use something, nothing too elegant or rich, just something
simple...however, I think the ladies might want something a bit more.
This one in particular,” he said, smirking at Shade, who
smiled sheepishly, not denying it. Zelda, meanwhile, had moved into
the washroom. Immediately, she undid the laces at the back of her
simple dress and pulled her clothes away, leaving her completely
bare. She rolled her clothes up and noticed a tub to her left with a
washboard and a water pump next to it. She dumped her clothes into
the tub, and pumped water into the tub until it was full, taking some
soap and beginning to clean her clothes. She paused as she noticed
the water was warm. Heated water? She smiled. Maybe a bath was in
order too, considering the amount of mud in her hair.

Link came back from
the kitchen, holding a plate of ham. He set it on a small,
hand-carved table, glancing at the two as they stood where they had
been standing since entering.

“Like I said,
it's just a bit of mud and water, it cleans out pretty quick. Come
on, eat,” he said, grinning slightly. Shade nodded, losing
restraint and jumping onto the seat, grabbing nearly half the ham and
beginning to devour it hungrily. Link blinked as he watched. One
thing that was peculiar about the way she ate was that the food she
grabbed suddenly was enveloped in a flowing black sort of material
that was similar to the one she seemed to be made up of, before she
ate it. And the way she ate it was to hold it in her hands, and it
absorbed into her. Link glanced at Graide, who had remained where he
was, and slid over to him.

“What is she?”
he asked softly in a whisper.

Graide shrugged.
“She's an Ayerluian, just like you and me...or I assume you are
one, anyways.”

“But,
she...doesn't look like one.”

“I know. She's
cursed.”

Link blinked,
realizing what she looked like. He looked to the sword that was
strapped to Graide's waist side. It was the same exact material.
Except the sword looked more metallic, and the woman looked
more...organic.

“Does it have
something to do with that sword?” Link asked. Graide nodded
slowly.

“Yes, it does.
This sword had a previous owner. Her former 'lover,' who treated her
like a whore, then cursed her with this blade. This sword is more
than even it appears. He or she who touches it without it being
rightfully theirs is burned horribly. The faintest nick of this
sword, if it draws blood, will kill. This is what I've been told by
her, at least. I have not yet used this weapon in combat yet.”

Link nodded slowly.
“So...the blade chooses its owner?”

“I guess we
could say that.”

The two were silent a
moment, then Graide sighed as Link opened his mouth to say something.

“Trust me, it's
a long story.”

Link paused, glanced
at Shade, then at Graide, who rolled his eyes slightly.

“If you
insist,” he said, moving over to a nearby stool and sitting
upon it. Link did the same.

“I was born in
the Archa Forests, where I lived most of my life. I departed only a
few days ago, because, and please don't laugh, of a dream I had.”

Link's eyebrows
raised. He said nothing, but Graide caught the faint glimmer of
acknowledgment in his eyes.

“What is in
your dreams?” Link asked softly. Shade looked up, still
'eating,' but she said nothing. Graide paused a moment, thinking
over the memories of the beautiful woman being assaulted in ways he
rather would have avoided talking about. Just the memories made his
stomach tighten and churn at the horror of it. Finally, after a few
moments, he blew out a soft sigh and told him.

“I see a man,
clad in black, orange, and red, with greenish-brown skin, piercing
eyes, and a laugh that sends shudders down my spine to simply think
about it. On his hand, his left one, there is a marking, almost like
a tattoo, except that it shines with a golden luster. It's in the
shape of a trio of gold triangles connected at the points, and the
uppermost triangle shines brighter than the others.

“I already know
his name.”

Link glanced up at
this last sentence, speaking a single word quietly.

“Ganondorf.”

“Yes,”
replied Graide.

There was a pause.

“How do you
know his name?” Graide asked as he turned to look at Link
directly, a light frown on his face.

“I too have had
the same dreams,” Link replied, frowning as he leaned back a
bit. Graide stared at Link, doing a mild double-take.

“...You've had
the same dreams?”

“Yes.”

“You saw the
woman...”

“With the flame
red hair, screaming as the shadowy figure ravages her, yes, I've seen
it...” Link said somewhat gruffly. Graide noticed Link's jaw
clenched a bit before, during, and after saying this. Graide looked
away. Link spoke again.

“What motivates
you to embark upon this little quest on the base of just a dream?
Just...hypothetically, like as if I didn't just tell you that I know
exactly what you're talking about.”

Graide looked up, but
stared off into the distance. He licked his lips, before lightly
chewing his lower one. He didn't answer immediately, blowing a sigh
before finally doing so.

“I...I don't
know,” he admitted. “It's just...the dream...it's so...”

“Real.”

Graide glanced at
Link, nodding after a moment before glancing away again.

“Yes. Real is
the word for it...”

Their conversation
halted then as Shade belched, making the two men jump a bit. She
adopted a sheepish look. Link and Graide chuckled. Just then,
Zelda's voice called out from the bathroom.

“Can somebody
get me a towel?? There's none in here!”

Link grinned as he
walked down the hall.

“There are
none! We just walk around naked until we dry off!” he called
back jokingly, moving into a closet and grabbing a towel. He tapped
on the door. Zelda huffed as she opened it, sending him a coy smirk
as she grabbed the towel out of his hands.

“Thank you,”
she said cheekily, before closing the door, wrapping herself in the
soft linen and drying herself off. Link smirked slightly as he
turned and moved back off down the hall.

“You're
welcome...”

Shade took her dishes
to the sink, washing them off and drying them with a cloth. Link's
grandfather had fallen asleep in a reclining chair in the living
room. Link set to preparing bedding for each of them. Graide at
first tried to turn down the hospitality, until Shade elbowed him
hard to shut him up. Graide took the hint and accepted the gift of a
bed...something that the trio of travellers were more than happy to
accept once they all took theirs. The travellers were out like as
many lights almost as soon as they hit the beds, except for Graide,
who remained awake well into the night, sitting on the porch of
Link's house, gazing out at the unusually dark night sky, and the
endless rain that wouldn't stop pouring...Somewhere out
there...someone was in trouble. Finally, he made his way into the
bed appointed to him, and was soon in a deep sleep...

“Why?! Please,
no, stop, I beg you, I'll do anything!!”

“How about you
shut up and just TAKE IT!!”

Din gave a strangled
sob as one of the brute's thick hands wrapped around her neck,
effectively cutting off her supply of oxygen. She prayed to her
sisters who were ever so lucky to remain where they were in the next
dimension that he would hold it long enough until she died of
suffocation...death as a mortal, to finally move to the only
dimension that the gods or goddesses were permitted to travel to was
infinitely, eternally better than this...but her prayers weren't
answered...they couldn't be, divinity had no hold on her situation.
She knew better than any mortal how much interference the gods were
allowed; virtually none. She vaguely felt her body being slammed
against a wall repeatedly. She heard something snap...her shoulder
breaking. The sharp pain didn't even truly register in her tormented
consciousness. She just limply hung her head and sobbed almost
silently as her leg was pushed up to her shoulder uncomfortably, the
other pinned against the wall. She felt her hips lifted slightly,
and the too-familiar feeling of her ass being stretched open to
accommodate the thick cock ramming into it repeatedly.

Tears fell silently
down her pale cheeks from her fire-red eyes. Her head snapped to the
side and then fell limply back to its original position as she was
smacked roughly. A hand gripped at one of her cream-white breasts
viciously, as if the hand was trying to cause it to burst. It would
leave five violent purple bruise marks later tonight. Her ass began
to burn from the friction, feeling blood trickling. She choked back
a sob, shutting her eyes tighter, not wanting to hear the sounds of
hips smacking into her ass, the sucking sound of an oversized cock
reaming her endlessly...

“Help me...”
she sobbed softly, too quietly for Ganondorf to hear. For anyone to
hear. She felt the man exit her. Her eyes shut tighter, tears
squeezing out from behind her eyelids as she was forced to her knees.
A smack to the side of her face, which already began to leave a
burning red five-fingered imprint, was an order to open her mouth.
She sobbed once, before gagging loudly as a hand gripped at the back
of her head and forced her down onto the cock that had just been in
her ass and was now ramming into her mouth. She choked, then vomited
around the man's cock, though it bought her no leniency or respite.
Instead, a wave of cum suddenly exploded into her mouth, over and
over. It sprayed out between her lips and over the lower portion of
her face and over the tops of her breasts, spilling over her torso
and covering it in thick white cum, as more forced its way down her
throat. She vomited it back up, only for it to be shoved back down
by the pressure. For the most part, she couldn't even get it down.
A great deal of it splurted out of her nostrils, burning her nose and
the back of her throat horribly, making it nearly impossible to
breathe through her nose now. Finally, it ended after nearly a half
minute. She was thrown to the ground, spitting and vomiting, cum
bobbles blowing out of her nose and popping, spattering more of it
over her eyes, some of which got into them, burning her eyes
horribly, sobbing in between bouts of retches.

“Someone...help...”
she mumbled, crying softly, before curling into a ball. She was
broken...both physically and emotionally. All hope was lost for her.
No one could hear her...

“Someone...help...”

Graide sat bolt
upright, taking a deep breath, clenching his teeth, rubbing a hand
over his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot. Slowly, he swung his
legs over the edge of the bed and stood, moving to the bathroom,
taking a handful of water and splashing it over his face. He heard a
noise behind him and looked back. It was Link...and he looked just
as bad as he did. Link made a weak attempt at a smile, then gave up.

“Guess you just
saw her again, too, huh?”

Graide sighed,
nodding as he stood upright again. As he passed Link, he sighed.

“Yeah. I did.”

Link watched Graide
go, then took a slow breath.

“Tomorrow...we
should move out.”

Graide stopped and
turned.

“You're coming
with us?”

“I may as well.
I'll pack some supplies for us, and we'll leave tomorrow.”

“But, what
about your grandfather?”

“He's a tough
nut, he'll do fine.”

“...If you say
so.”

Graide turned,
stopped, then looked back.

“Thanks, Link.”

“Don't mention
it. Get some sleep...we're going to need it tomorrow.”

“Yeah...”

Graide laid down in
his bed. But he didn't close his eyes immediately. He was too busy
thinking about the events of his dreams...how twisted and horrible
they were. And it was as he was thinking, he realized just why he
was doing this... The thought calmed him slightly, and he finally
fell asleep.

Done with this chapter.
So, we have Zelda, Link, Graide, and Shade all about to go trekkin'
to go fight Ganondorf and all that. Violence and bloodshed shall
follow, I guaren-dadgum-tee it.
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