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The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy	By : Gamesplayers Category: Zelda > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy
- 2-I
- 3-II
- 4-III
- 5-IV
- 6-V
- 7-VI
- 8-VII
- 9-VIII
- 10-IX
- 6
- 7
- 8
VI
Head throbbing, Kar took another step into the knee-high, burning sands of the desert. Skin burnt, lips dried and cracked, he didn't paid much attention to whatever might have been coming his way anymore. He had no more water, had destroyed his map in a fit of rage and fury and couldn't care less about whatever might happen to him now.
He had been in the desert for three days now and it seemed as if it had been an eternity.
Breathing heavily, his vision blurry, he took another step forward. He was dead anyway. He knew it and had accepted it. He was about to die in the desert, alone, and burnt down to ashes under the torrid sun and in the burning sands.
And the scenes replayed in his mind. He remembered how relieved and yet terrorized he had been when the hood had been taken off of his head and his hands untied. He remembered the brief pain his right side had felt as he had been dropped to the ground like a vulgar piece of trash.
But the hope had died shortly after… After he had… Learned.
Exiled from Hyrule, through the desert… Alone with a map, a few bottles of water and a sword.
"You've always dreamt of adventures… Now's your chance…"
He couldn't even cry at the irony of the situation anymore.
He was too shocked anyway to cry. He had been through this, two days ago. So pained that he couldn't get up the burning ground. He had thrown up, cried and shook. All of it as he had learned the truth about everything.
Everything.
And suddenly all his questions were answered. And everything had a sense.
Because he had been lied to all his life.
Kar's legs gave up under his weight, suddenly. He fell to his knees, in the sand. His thighs shook in exhaustion as he fell face first into the burning desert dust.
So this is it… I'm gonna die here.
He smiled.
And he cried himself into unconsciousness, wishing he could go back to a home that had never been his.

Tatl sat in the large living room on the first floor of the mansion. She watched the cold rain fall down, her features rarely changing. She did not cry much nowadays; she did nothing but stare in the distance with a blank expression.
In the mansion, a heavy atmosphere was pressing upon the occupants since Kar's disappearance. The air seemed still, the family seemed still, the servants tried to make themselves invisible.
Behind Tatl, Olwen was standing, in the shadow which was his custom when he wasn't in the kitchen. He didn't know if she was aware of his presence and he didn't mind if she did. He merely stood there, waiting, protecting. Thinking.
When Isca and Gregory had searched the city for the boy, he and Sheik had been with them. And when the usually cold knight that was his master had suddenly seemed lost in grief and had turned around, leaving the commands to his second, Olwen had felt that something wasn't exactly right. Well, Kar's disappearance wasn't right to start with, but something in the knight was… Troubling the older, wiser Sheikah.
Sheik hadn't seen anything wrong in Isca's reaction. He had even softened, believing that the knight was grieving, really. Olwen couldn't point what was disturbing him about the knight's attitude, but there was something. He felt it. Would he have been in a better mood, he would have called it his feminine intuition.
He had looked into a few things ever since the child's abduction, but he couldn't find anything strange, anything fishy. And the little Isca had said seemed so right and true that it was impossible to find a gap in that testimony, in these hypothesis. Yet, Olwen was suspicious.
Sheik had said that anyway, the older Sheikah was not objective when it came to Isca: they hated each other with somewhat of a quiet, yet violent passion. It was then normal, had mentioned the blonde man, that the butler couldn't trust his master.
And Olwen had kept quiet, not wishing to start a fight with the younger man. Though he knew that Sheik was right (he and Isca did hate each other), he also knew that his suspicions were deeper than this…
And so he waited in the shadows for a gap in the knight's attitude or words…

Isca was in his very own study, hiding. Forehead pressed into his hands, he tried to chase the headache away, thinking over and over what had happened, replaying every scene into his mind eternally. He never thought he could feel this horrible, even after that.
The knob to the room turned softly, slowly. He straightened, not wishing that someone would see him being so vulnerable. With quiet steps, Tatl entered and closed the door behind her. Her head was low, she seemed so tired and beaten up. Isca noted that she had lost weight. He got up, walked up to her. She did not move, let him hug her cold body.
Tatl did not cry. She did not find the strength to do this anymore. She felt empty, emptier than when Link had left… She rested her head against her husband's warm chest and closed her eyes. And with a voice so quiet it sent chills up the knight's spine, she declared: "We have to tell the children, now."
Isca knew what she meant. Yet, he needed to be sure. "About… what?"
She did not look up. Did not move. "Link."
Softly, he let go of her and turned around, stared at the walls. He rested his fists on his hips. He had known, all these years, that the moment would come when they would have to announce the truth to the children, but he had hoped that, maybe, it wouldn't have been necessary.
"They have the right to know… To understand why their brother is missing." She whispered.
He twitched.
And Isca almost turned around and slapped her, screaming that it had nothing to do with him! That she did not know, couldn't understand! That he couldn't always be the reason of everything! Instead, he took a few deep breathes. He was not going to be violent with his wife…
The souvenirs of his father beating his mother came back haunting him. Ashamed, Isca pushed these memories away, killed his sudden intentions of hurting Tatl. Reluctantly, he nodded, his back still turned to her. She did not know. Couldn't know. His head hurt.
She rested a hand on his arm. He pushed her away without roughness, but neither with softness.
Behind, she stared at him, her hand still in the air. She lowered her gaze, feeling Isca's wrath. "I'm so sorry…" She whispered.
"It wasn't your fault." He answered, voice darkened, yet still calm.
"If… I hadn't fall for L-"
"No need to push this conversation further." He glared at her, slowly turning around. "I was there, I know what happened." Isca declared darkly, crossing his arms over his large chest. His softness was gone. "Now, leave me alone…", he paused; calmed down,"…please…". He looked away. Even after all these years, he was still hurting when thinking about what happened back then.
Tatl nodded, turned around and left the study as quietly as she had entered it.
Isca uncrossed his arms, sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair before scratching his three-day beard. Tatl knew and had known even before falling for him what was Isca's point of view about infidelity. She had been warned, she knew the whole story: Isca's father had been a violent man, along with a cheater who had brought shame on his family when it was discovered that he had a bastard daughter with a gypsy woman, somewhere in Termina, the neighboring kingdom. Isca had never met his step-sister and would never do.
Tatl knew all this when she had cheated on him and gotten pregnant of the Hero.
He had never forgiven her. And he never would. Isca had learned to live with the pain and the anger. He had learned to keep it quiet and concentrate on other things, and Tatl had been nice enough to be quiet about this subject too.
He stared at the wall.
Now, they'd have to tell the children. It wouldn't change anything much for Mathias, but he'd probably be shaken. He looked disturbed nowadays. Isca assumed that it was puberty. That could be a hard time for a boy… Especially a boy his size. He knew, he had been there too.
And Midna… She would react badly; and it hurt him deeply… Isca loved her as his daughter; he had always loved her, even more than Tatl. Though the girl did not have his blood running into her veins, she had his pride and his sense of justice.
She was his pride.

He saw the boat through the pouring rain and even had a hard time identifying it.
Will... I be… on time?
He ran into the water, its weight slowing him down. He breathed heavily, the cold wind and temperature burning in his body each time the damp air filled his lungs. The coldness hugged him, the racket of the rain falling into the water filled his ears.
He couldn't scream, no one would hear.
What have… I done… Again?! Haven't I learned… Anything?!
He cursed, didn't mind his hair sticking to his face. Nothing could stop him now.
His jaws shook violently from the winter cold. He wore barely anything; he hadn't taken the time to dress up. He had to hurry.
Forgive me!
He tried to push more, tried to run faster. A wave crashed against his knee and it was all it took to throw him into the unforgiving sea. Swallowed by the water, his body ejected what air he still had in his lungs as the winter sea was too cold and his body too hot.
Yet, he managed to find the sand beneath him.
Get up! No time!
He rose; look left and right until he found where the ship was. When he spotted it, he turned and ran again, his thighs shaking under his weight.
He was getting closer, and his heart sank as he saw that the ship was leaving shore.
"Melody!"
No answer. He jumped into the wave until the water reached his waist.
"Melody!"
He couldn't let her go. He couldn't. It would be the greatest mistake of his life. A life filled with mistakes..
He stood in the water, his heart about to explode, his brains seemingly swollen with each beat.
"Forgive me!"
The waves washed over him, his stature being not imposing enough, they dragged him closer to the shore, farther from the ship. He fought their strength, until his muscles gave up and beyond that, screaming her name.
And the rain poured down, the sky darkened. The ship seemed unmoved; his heart beat with the Time.
And it rained so much. He couldn't see, couldn't hear.
Not even when the small boat arrived close to him.
He turned around, skin almost grey, lips turning blue.
And she wasn't in the boat.
Gasping for air, Link sat up abruptly in the bed. Eyes wide, he let his breath slowly escape from his parted lips. He looked to his left, where Melody was sleeping peacefully and relaxed as his heart started to beat at a normal pace again.
She was there, it was ok now.
He watched her sleep peacefully, feeling weirdly empty. He had that nightmare often, reliving the moment when he had run to get to her in the waves. But in the end, she was not in the barque, Melody was gone.
He stared at her, listened to her deep breathing, and examined carefully her sleeping features, bluish skin and hair in the moonlight. He then leaned on his elbow, trying to get back to his side of the bed without disturbing her sleep.
But he elbowed her arm anyway.
"Hmm…" She moaned.
Link cursed. He let his weight fall down completely. She was awake, now. No need to try to be subtle anymore.
"Nightmare?" She asked, voice heavy with sleep.
He ran a hand in his hair, pushing them backwards to free his face and nodded into the pillow. "Yeah…"
Melody slowly crawled into the bed until she reached him. She put an arm around his waist, holding him against her with the best of her capacity.
He chuckled. He always chuckled when she did that.
She rested her head on his shoulder, buried her face into his slightly sweaty skin. "I'll protect you now, get back to sleep." Melody whispered.
Link smiled, turned his head to look at her. She already seemed to be falling asleep again. He kissed her forehead before turning on his side. He pulled her to him, hugged her tight and held her as she slept against his chest.
He caressed her hair until the sun appeared into the sky, nose buried in her hair. He couldn't sleep anyway.
And he smiled against her, thinking that it was true. Melody did protect him in her own way.
She was everything he had wanted and needed all these years.
He felt complete when holding her.
He was happy by her side.

Midna sighed softly as Nicolas took his arm away from her shoulders. He was more confident now and he even looked somewhat like his father. It was the jaws, she thought. Or maybe the eyes. He had something of Gregory anyway.
The boy did not displease her, but he was still too young… Too immature for her. Yet, she was starting to get accustomed to his presence, to his reassuring voice and his caring smile. He was trying to support her through the hard times she was living.
Sometimes, he even made her smile.
But Midna would have preferred the attention of his father.
So he took his arm off her shoulders. She looked slightly up, bored, to see what he was going to do or hear whatever he was about to say. He smiled softly to her.
"I'm sorry, Midna, but I won't be able to stay much longer by your side today…"
Such a pity…
"And I'll be away for the whole week-end… Since I'm becoming a knight too, I have to go and train with the other pages in a secluded place in the forest. I can't tell anything else, it's secret." The boy grinned.
She looked up at him, smiled and nodded. Yet, only one thing resonated into her mind as Nicolas left…
Gregory would be alone for the whole week-end.
But they had argued… She shouldn't go back to him after this. He did not want to pursue this affair anyway… He did not love her the same way she loved him… He-
"Midna? Mother and Father are asking us down."
The young woman jumped and looked up. Half in the room and half outside, Mathias stood, staring at her, looking clumsy in his body as always.
Midna sighed heavily, got up and joined her brother.
"I hope it's important…" She mumbled.

Mathias sat nervously beside Midna. She had her hands joined on her lap, composed and proud. Facing her, Isca studied the girl's features one last time before everything would change. He loved his daughter dearly and the thought that, maybe, he was about to lose her was slowly tearing him apart.
Beside him, Tatl faced Mathias. She stared down at her hands.
Impatient, Midna sighed and crossed her arms under her breasts. "So, why are we here? We have better things to do, like searching for my missing brother." She stated, dryly.
Tatl looked up, glared at the girl. "Midna, we haven't asked you and Mathias here without reasons."
"Then, what's the meaning of this?"
"Your mother wishes to tell you something important, Midna." Said Isca. His voice was so calm, so soft that it surprised the girl.
She looked up at her father. There was an emotion she could not understand on his face as he stared at her. Something like nostalgia, pain and… regrets? Her heart started to pound into her chest. She rested her hands on the table, fingers tightly wrapped around the wood. "D-dad…? What is it?" She whispered.
Isca sighed, looked slightly away.
"Midna…" Called Tatl, voice soft. "I have something to tell you."
The girl returned her attention to her mother. "Yes…?" She hoped that they were only going to tell her that she was engaged to Nicolas or anyone else in the world, but the feeling in her gut told her that it was something worse. Was it about Kar…?
Tatl took a deep breath. "There is something we've been hiding from you and Kar, and even from you, Mathias."
The boy looked up, suddenly less nervous. Yet, he didn't say anything.
"Midna…" Whispered Tatl. She reached for her daughter's hand, but the girl pulled it away. "I'm so sorry but…"
"I am not your real father."
Isca's voice was calm, and monotonous. Dry.
Tatl stared at him, speechless before her husband's lack of sensitivity.
Midna turned towards Isca. He was staring to something on the opposite direction as the thunder of his voice, of what he had just said fell down into the room. "What…?" Breathed the young woman.
"Isca is not your real father." Repeated Tatl, voice firm but filled with infinite sadness. "I was promised to Isca but… I... fell for another man and got pregnant with you and Kar. That man then abandoned me and I married… Your…"
Midna slammed her hand down on the table. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO DAD?!" Suddenly, the young woman was standing, glaring and growling at her mother, tears in her eyes.
Tatl froze, mouth opened, eyes glued to her daughter's.
"You were supposed to support him! To love him! You cheated on Dad?! HOW COULD YOU!" Midna stared at her mother as, quickly, the rage subsided and the realization that Isca wasn't her father came to her. Her legs became numb and she fell back upon her chair and started sobbing.
And just as suddenly as she had started to sob, Midna got up again and ran away. Tatl watched her leave as Isca stared at the floor, stared at anything that wasn't a human being.
She looked at him, hated him for his brutality, for making Midna hate her even more than before.
The Twili got up, gathered her skirts. She looked above her shoulder at her husband and offered him a poison-filled glance before following the trails of her only daughter.

Midna was crying so loudly that she did not hear the door to her bedroom as it was pushed open and as her mother walked in. The girl, curled up on her bed and sobbing, ignored the other woman's weight as Tatl sat down at one extremity of the mattress.
Her back to her daughter, the Twili sighed softly. She joined her hands on her lap and staring at the wall before her, she started to talk: "I've known Isca since we were young. I was a princess of another kingdom, so different from here..." She had a sad smile. "I spent most of my summers in Hyrule with Zelda. We were good friends since childhood. Isca was a page when I met him first. In his teen years. A shy young man with wide eyes, a sweet smile and softer than honey." She had a quiet laugh. "He used to blush when seeing me." Tatl marked a pause, noted that her daughter's sobs were slowly calming down as she listened to her. "Then, in my kingdom, I was looked down upon when mother died. My father and brother abused me and someday, I decided that it was enough and I ran away. My father caught me and took my titles, disinherited me and sent me away with Olwen. I came to Hyrule because I knew Zelda wouldn't let me down..."
She looked at Midna, as she felt the young woman's stare on her. Smiling lightly, she added "and I was a romantic young woman who hoped to find love. Just like you."
Tatl returned her attention to the wall. "Isca was there to greet me. And even today, I remember how handsome he was in his shinning armor, that day… Smiling and caring, soft and innocent. I was in love with him." She played with her fingers, noted that Midna was quiet behind her. "And then, there was this ball. The annual ball. I was accompanying your father. Gregory was with us too. He too used to smile and laugh a lot." She shook her head in nostalgia. "So, I walked away from Isca at some point, met people. And then, I saw him. Close to a table, standing with Sheik nearby. Your real father, Link. He wasn't a tall man, and rather thin at that time. He had sharp features, much like Kar, dirty blond hair that fell upon his face messily." She smiled to herself. "He had the most seductive smile I had ever seen and eyes that pierced through you, through your soul. You have his eyes."
Midna snorted.
"He tried to charm me. Even though he was charming and he had charisma like no one else, I walked away. I was in love with Isca, and I was too good for that small man, I told myself." She laughed bitterly. "Link tried, later on, to molest me. Of course, Isca did not let this happen. And I thought that it was over, that I would never see this man again and I'd live a nice, romantic life with my knight."
"But then there was that war…" Whispered Midna.
Tatl looked at her, eyes filled with tears and a sour smile on her lips. She nodded softly. "It wasn't a war. The king of the Gerudos, Ganondorf, took over the kingdom and destroyed Castle Town in the blink of an eye. Zelda, Isca, Olwen, Sheik, Link and I escaped and we met because Link had… Put his hands on the Master Sword."
Midna sat up. "What?" She asked, suddenly understanding where her mother was going.
Tatl nodded. "Link revealed to be the Hero of Time, and us, his comrades to save Hyrule." The Twili sighed heavily. "I fell for him after some time and cheated on your father. When he learnt it, he tried to kill Link and almost succeeded. But the triforce of courage seemed to have brought him back to life. I fell pregnant during the trip and Link started to change. Before I knew it, he was a different man and was walking away from me. I had the feeling that something was wrong, but I could never foresee that after the final fight, after saving the world, he would run away without even saying goodbye. And then, I was pregnant out of wedlock, without titles, without a shelter. I was starting to admit to myself that I would have to raise my child in the slums when, during the next ball, your father proposed to me. You know the rest of the story."
She looked at her wide-eyed daughter and smiled tiredly. "Yes, Midna. Your father is the Hero of Time and the bearer of the triforce of courage…"
The girl stood still, eyes reddened by the tears. She stared at her mother, not understanding or maybe over-understanding… "So you tell me it was that man's fault if you let him seduce you?"
Tatl blinked, then her stare hardened. She thought the girl would be impressed by what blood ran into her, forgotten a little about the entire cheating story. "No. I'm telling you what happened."
"Why now?!" She screamed.
"Because… It's possible that your brother disappeared because he's the Hero's son…"
Midna blinked, looked down, stared at her hand, at her knees at anything as her jaws shook more and more. "You… are telling me that Kar might have disappeared… because of that man? You're telling me that… if Dad never exactly loved Kar it was because of that resemblance with that man… You're telling me that all the shit that has happened in our life and recently is because of my… Of the man who fucked you?!" She screamed at her mother.
Shocked, Tatl was speechless by her brutality, by her sudden vulgarity. And at that moment, she saw Isca in her, in that explosion of pain and anger. That explosion of rage.
"Leave me alone!" Yelled Midna. "Alone!" She grabbed a pillow and threw it at her mother.
Tatl caught the pillow. Angry, shocked and yet deeply saddened, she got up, the pillow in her arms. She exited her daughter's room, listening to the young woman's sobs as she started to cry herself, hugging the pillow.

Mathias locked himself in his bedroom. He walked around quickly, turned and turned, ran his hands into his hair as everything span in his head. As everything shook within him. He was Isca's only child, only son, now! No, it was unbearable, he couldn't, no no no no no NO!
He was too weird, Kar had to be there. Kar could have made it okay. Kar. Kar Kar KAR! He, he was a normal son, he was a normal man, he could have made Isca proud, give him grandchildren, give him everything a son should be giving his father!
NO!
Mathias sat down, hysterical, shaking.
The pressure. The pressure was too great, too important. Overwhelming. He was overheating, over-stressing. He was over-everything!
He lay down. Sat back up. Walked around again. Sat, lay, stand, lay, roll, stand, walk, sit…
And his mother! How could she do this to his father! How could she dishonour such a glorious man by letting another dirty man bed her…? She was so weak. Women were so weak!
All but his sister. Midna was not weak. Midna was a strong woman. Midna was Kar's twin…
Kar's twin…
And what if… What if he could subdue all these dark scenarios of his dreams in which Kar was and… Imagine Midna instead… He had seen her naked, he knew what she looked like he…
Mathias slapped himself across the face, hard. He whined, tasted the blood in his mouth. And he felt calmer suddenly.
He lay down on his bed. It wasn't his first crisis… But it was the most intense he ever had…
No, the pressure wasn't too much. He would be strong enough to live to his father's expectations.
And his mother was a weak woman. Like all the women.
But not Midna.
He would protect Midna from men. She would be his sweet sister forever.
The only pure woman.

It was past midnight.
Midna wrapped herself in a cape. Everyone was asleep in the mansion. She had heard distant fights and cries during the evening, judging that, most probably, her parents were arguing.
Her parents… The thought made her throat tighten.
Dad…
She shook her head. She needed to leave now. Needed to be comforted…
Slowly, quietly, she escaped the mansion. Not even the Sheikahs seemed to be awake. She left by the kitchen door, leaving it unlocked so she could come back later.
She walked in the damp, cold night, shaking because of the low temperature. She had no idea what she hoped for by going there… But she needed it. She needed it just as much as she needed Kar to reappear into her life. Right now.
Gregory's large house wasn't far. She reached it quickly. She knew that at this hour, the servants would be away. She knew that he would be alone because his domestics did not live with him like they did with her family. With all her might, she knocked on the door.
There was no answer. She knocked again. And again. And again, until her knuckles hurt and she started to cry again.
"P-please…! Greg-gory…." She leaned against the door, feeling heavy with the weight of everything she had heard, learnt and couldn't accept yet.
Then, she felt herself falling, not realizing that the door was being opened. But something caught her, and she dug her fingers in that warm, comforting figure. She knew it was Gregory as he pulled her to him, held her tightly with one arm so she wouldn't fall, as he closed and locked the door with his free hand.
She buried her face in his chest, crying, breaking down.
And then, he pulled the hood of her cape down and caressed her hair. He whispered something into her ear, his voice soft and low. She felt his arms around her, felt that he was pulling her somewhere and followed, gradually calming down.
He pushed on her shoulders. She obeyed and ended up sitting on a comfortable, crimson velvet sofa. He sat across from her, close enough, and leaned over her. When her eyes met his, she felt relieved to see that he looked worried and not irritated.
"I'm so-so sorry to… Disturb you in the middle of… the night…" She whispered, hiccupping.
He shook his head. "It's fine, Midna. I wasn't sleeping and you obviously need some company." He smiled to her, so softly.
She started to cry again, hid her face in her hands.
He caressed her hair softly.
She calmed down again, until she could take her hands away from her face. "You knew everything didn't you?" She whispered.
Not understanding, Gregory frowned. "I'm sorry?"
"Isca's not my real father."
Gregory stared at her. Yes, he knew. Tough his captain had never said anything about it, he had known it all along. But he never thought that they would tell the children… Softly, he took her hand. "I'm sorry, Midna…"
She stood still, head down. Distressed.
He stared at her reddened face and eyes, her messy hair and she looked so juvenile… so broken. Sighing, Gregory changed place and sat beside her. He took her into his arms and she pressed her head against his chest.
They stayed like this for a while. He caressed her hair as she listened to his heart beating, eyes closed. She did not wish to talk anymore. It hurt to think, it hurt to say these… things. So she concentrated on him, on his proximity, on his cologne and on his fingers in her hair, and noted bitterly that this was the most agreeable contact they have had ever since the beginning of their ridiculous affair.
Maybe he preferred distressed woman…
"May I stay here for the night?"
Gregory jumped lightly. He seemed to be lost in thoughts. And then, he looked down at her.
Staring up, Midna repeated her request.
He considered her a moment, and nodded. "You can take my bedroom, I'll take Nicolas' bed since he's away-"
"No." She shook her head. "I want to stay with you." She closed her eyes. "Against you."
Normally, he would have pulled away, told her it wasn't right, that her request had no sense, that it couldn't be done. But that night, he merely looked down at her and admitted to himself that he couldn't say no. He couldn't let her alone in her distress.
So he didn't reply, merely kept caressing her hair.
Until she sat up.
She looked at him. Already, her face was less swollen, but her eyes were still hurt, weak, compared to their normal, wild glow. She took his hand in hers, and pulled at him so he would get closer. Gregory obeyed.
Midna leaned against him, brushed her lips against his. He pulled back lightly.
"You know we shouldn't." He whispered.
"Yes. But that was when I was your boss' daughter."
She kissed him.
Gregory didn't resist. Couldn't resist. He didn't know why he couldn't push her away like he normally did. Couldn't understand why he found himself slowly taking the lead in that kiss, why he pulled her closer to his body.
And then, Midna broke the kiss. She caressed the older man's jaws softly. "Bring me to your bedroom. I'm tired."
He stared into her eyes, tried to find the vicious, sexual hint that her words suggested. But there were none. And he really believed that she wanted to sleep.
Taking her hand, he led her in silence to the master's bedroom. It was a large, pale room with a massive bed and little furniture. She let go of him, neared the bed. There were big and large windows that offered a nice view on the street below. Looking into the night, she took off her cape and discarded it to the ground. "Am I promised to Nicolas, yet?"
Gregory, standing by the door, stared at her back, at her curvy silhouette in the darkness. "… Yes…"
She nodded lightly. "He's a good boy."
"Yes… I'm very proud of him."
He saw her raise her right hand to her dress. She unbuttoned it slowly, her gaze still glued to the streets outside. "Am I worthy of him?"
Gregory's eyes followed her movements. "Of course you are…"
"Even if I'm not Isca's daughter anymore? Even if I'm a bastard girl, nothing more than a whore?" Her voice was soft and steady, troubling.
"He has always considered you his daughter, Midna. He loved you and still does. And no, you are not a whore."
"Yet, I'm about to let you bed me. Out of wedlock. Just like my mother did with my real father."
"Midna, stop saying these things." His voice grew more authoritarian.
She let her dress fall to the ground and stepped out of it. Naked, she walked to the window, exposing herself in the night.
Gregory could hardly take his eyes off of her. When dressed, she was gorgeous. But naked, he never thought she would look this… incredible. Shameless, she was exposing herself, her curves, and her intimacy. He examined her profile, her heavy breasts, fine waist and large hips. She made him think of a nymph, or a fairy. A siren. Something too beautiful to be touched, a trap for men who could not resist.
And he stared at her from where he stood: right beside the door, hand still on the knob.
"Aren't you going to come and get me?" She asked, voice ghostly. "You're a man. I'm a woman. I'm weak and you're attractive. It seems that I should let you take me."
"Midna… You don't understand your mother. You cannot judge her."
She turned her head towards him. Her face half hidden in the darkness, he could only see one piercing eye as she glared at him. "And you can?"
She marked a point and he, a pause. "No."
Midna faced him, in her nudity. She did not hide, did not look shy. She walked to the bed, looking at him, and sat down on it. "I'm waiting for you."
"It will not happen." Gregory answered.
"Why?"
He shook his head, looked down –away-. "You're engaged to my son, and I cannot, in my right mind, do this after seeing you grow up, Midna."
"You have less and less arguments each time, Greg. You'll end up not having any."
He looked up at her. She defied him with her stare.
"Show me." She whispered. "Show me how it works so I can please your son when we'll be wed."
Disdainful, he turned around. "You need to sleep." He tightened his grip on the knob. "Good night."
She got up, quickly.
Gregory turned around just in time to see her eyes before she tackled him to the door and forced her mouth on his. The surprised was complete as she grabbed a handful of his silvery-blond hair and pulled.
A moment later, Midna broke the kiss, stared up at him, glaring daggers. "You're not walking away on me again…" She pushed her body against his.
Gregory was strong enough to push her back easily. But he didn't. Instead, he participated in the kiss, felt her aggressiveness slowly fading away as he held her naked body against him. He had known ever since she had undressed that he wouldn't resist her if she dared to touch him.
He was a man, after all. A lonely man who's last physical contact with a woman was when his wife was still alive…
Midna pulled at him, lead him towards the bed until she could sit down on it and break the kiss. Gregory stood before her, he caressed her cheek. She knew that he would take her if she wanted. She knew that he wanted to, that he was excited. She could feel it as she caressed his chest, stomach and ventured lower…
He let her undress him with shaking fingers, caressing her face, shoulders and breasts as she did so. He waited patiently, his guilt and conscience buried deeply into his mind.
And as she slowly undressed him, revealed his skin and scars, Midna realized something that seemed the cruelest thing in the world: she knew nothing of men. She knew nothing of what her fingers were doing or what she should be accomplishing, really. No one had taught her, no one had explained it to her. It wasn't the kind of talk you have with other people when you were a woman, not even with friends… She merely knew that it would hurt, at some point, that he would penetrate her.
And yet, her hands slowly did their work as Gregory caressed her skin softly, almost reassuringly. She listened to his breathing as it increased in speed, which made her heart race into her chest.
As much as she had wanted this to happen, she was scared.
Midna had read books, erotic stories which were considered forbidden. She had pictured this peculiar moment as pleasurable, instinctive. Easy. In the books, things always went the same way… Always the man on top of the woman… And she loved it… She…
He caressed her lips with his thumb. Midna looked up, not sure she understood why he did this.
Gregory's eyes seemed clouded as he stared down at her. He did not say anything, did not wear that uncertain look he usually did when she touched him, when she teased him. He almost seemed different.
Getting impatient, he finally discovered himself when Midna couldn't find the strength to continue… She casted her eyes down on him, then back up. Tears gathered in her eyes. But in the darkness, he could not see it.
She froze, kept looking at him. Her heart raced into her chest. She was going to give herself to Gregory, like she had wanted it so often, almost prayed for it. And it was the most terrifying realization she ever had.
Feeling her stiffness, Gregory lowered himself upon her, pushed her on the bed so she'd lie on her back. Softly, he got on top of her, kissed her and caressed her. Midna wrapped her arms around his neck, blinked back her tears and tried to concentrate on the knight's tongue as he carefully took care of her breasts, and went further down…
She resisted when he spread her legs and when she felt his mouth at the base of her pubis. He was not really going to…?
And then, Midna felt his tongue. She wrapped her legs around his neck, clapped her hands over her face as she held back moans and tears, sobs and cries. It was a strange orgasm that she reached, sometimes later; the most pleasurable she had had and yet… She could not control the tears, now, and occasionally the sobs.
Gregory got back on top of her, she whispered the Goddesses' names softly between her tears. He kissed her, hugged her tight.
And then, he broke the kiss. She felt his erection against her wetness and stared at him. He stared back. His gaze less clouded.
"I will stop if you tell me to." Whispered Gregory, voice soft and caring.
She plunged her eyes into his. He caressed her cheeks and lips once again. She let him do, breathed heavily, but slowly.
"Teach me…" Midna finally answered, feeling calmer, safer suddenly.
He hesitated a moment, seemed to be thinking this over once again. "You are certain?"
She nodded, her conviction coming back slowly.
He lowered his gaze upon her once more before sighing very softly. Carefully, he installed himself between her legs. She shook, her whole body trembled as she was suddenly feeling so cold… As if she was laying in a pool of ice.
Gregory kissed her forehead, kissed her lips, and deepened it for a little while until he felt that she was lost in the moment, lost in the eroticism of their tongues dancing together. And then, only when he felt her relaxing, did he start to force himself inside of her.
She twitched, moaned in pain and broke the kiss to turn her head to the side, biting her lower lip. Her thighs closed on his hips, her nails dug into his skin.
Gregory stopped. He kissed her face, her neck and shoulders. She whined, took a few minutes to get adjusted to his presence, seemed to calm down once more. Midna knew that it was her virginity that was crying out, her barrier that tried to hold its last fight before being broken. Forever.
He waited patiently, would have withdrawn if she had asked. But she did not. And when the pain was becoming number, she smiled in a fake way to him, telling the knight to continue. Once again, he asked her if she was sure. Once again, she nodded.
And this time, there was no turning back, Midna knew well. Gregory would not stop after that thrust, after her barrier would be broken. If she were to stop him, it was now.
But she didn't.
And he thrusted into her.
She let her head fall into the pillow, bit her lower lip again as she clenched around him. As her whole body clenched around him, his intrusion. Tears in her eyes, she thought that she was going to die, thought that he had ripped her apart.
Gregory kissed her neck softly, her collarbones and shoulders. And slowly, he started to move into her.
It was not pleasurable to her. Not at first, and it wasn't exactly nice afterwards neither. She slowly adjusted to the pain, and it even disappeared at some point. Midna relaxed into his grip, concentrated on the feeling of his naked body against her, of his kisses on her skin.
She listened to him as he groaned lowly.
And she wondered if her mother had felt this way too. She wondered how Tatl had felt, her first time. Was it with Isca or her father? Had she felt pain? Had she wanted it? And when these men had taken her… Had they changed like Gregory? Had their eyes become clouded with lust?
She got used to his movements, ended up feeling some kind of heat building up inside of her. Yet, she kept her eyes shut and her arms tightly wrapped around her lover's neck.
And her brothers? Did their eyes become darker when they were horny, too? Were all men like this?
He raised one of her leg and rested it on his shoulder. It changed the angle, and Midna felt as if he was going deeper into her. It was somewhat pleasurable.
Gregory rose on his knees, grabbed her hips tightly and thrusted into her, visibly lost in the moment.
The darkness covered him, but the light coming from the window enlightened Midna's curves. With each thrust, her breasts bounced, and she felt suddenly so inappropriate to be exposed like this… She covered her breasts with her hands.
Gregory grabbed her wrist and pulled it away, softly.
"No…" He whispered, voice hoarse.
She looked for his eyes, but hardly found his features in the night. So she let her arms fall to the bed and grabbed the sheets, tightly, and turned her head to the side. Midna felt her body shake with each thrusts of Gregory's hips, felt his burning stare on her. She wondered if she should feel shy or proud, aroused or mortified.
And again, she wondered what to do, wondered how her mother had lived through these nights…
Well, she understood that it was pleasurable for she felt more and more sensible, more and more lusty. She felt herself becoming wetter, hotter… And suddenly, the silence was destroyed with wet noises…
But it felt wrong anyway to just lay there and be stared at… Be used…
And then, his thrusts became stronger, but slower; his groans deeper and more animalistic. He let his head fall down and moved again a few times… Before withdrawing from her. She watched, surprised as she saw him reached for his member with his right hand and move a few times, quickly…
He came on the sheet, beside her, avoiding her with success.
She felt Gregory shaking lightly as he groaned to get off of her before crashing down on the bed beside Midna. She did not move, but her hand found the sperm on the sheet beside her. It was sticky and hot, somewhat viscous.
On his back, Gregory breathed heavily, ran a hand through his messy hair. She turned around, stared at his profile. Eyes closed, he seemed to suddenly be taken by a rough headache as he grimaced lightly. Midna turned on her side, rested a hand on his chest.
And he opened his eyes.
He did not look at her, not right away, and she understood that he was back to reality, back to the world in which he had just bedded his best friend's daughter, his son's betrothed. That he had taken her virginity for only a few moments of pleasure.
A long sigh escaped his parted lips.
"I liked it." Whispered Midna in the night.
He looked at her, seeming perplexed.
"I like it." She repeated. Casting her gaze down, she got closer to him, hugged his side.
Gregory stared at her a long time, even as she cried against him. He couldn't bring himself to caress her anymore, couldn't bring himself to console her. He had just taken her innocence, had tarnished her beauty, her youth.
He felt horrible.
Yet, he felt incredible. Midna made him feel like this, as she cried herself to sleep, as he watched her curled up figure against him.
And he admitted to himself for the first time that he needed her.
Gregory turned on his side as the sun rose into the sky and hugged Midna's sleeping body against him, confused between his duties and his wishes…

It was a hot day in the desert even for the Gerudos.
Jade, knees burning, finally got up. She stared up at the high temple in front of her, at the Goddess of Sands, at her people's mother. Her prayers were done for the day; she could go on with her duties.
Scimitar hidden under her light, pale tunic, she gathered her spear laying on the ground beside her and found her desert boar near. The large beast was sleeping shamelessly in the burning sands. The young Gerudo woman stared at her mounting and wondered how it could endure such hotness so easily.
Well, the beast had thick lathery skin that felt like an armor and which was said to keep the heat away from its organs. It was also said that it hid massive pouches of water in its belly at all time. Such weird creatures, she thought.
Jade woke up the boar. It groaned unhappily. She mounted it with ease, even graciously, and caught the reins. She was about to get back to the fortress for another long, platonic day of preparations…
The golden-skinned young woman kicked the boar. It started walking lazily towards the fortress. Towards "home".
The wind blew.
Jade stopped the animal. She looked around and a shiver ran up and down her spine. The Goddess of Sands… The temple. She had never been farther in the desert, it was forbidden. It was said to be filled with ghosts and monsters waiting to kill those who were too brave, too reckless.
Her yellow-gold, almond-shaped eyes rested in the distance. Of her face, only her eyes were exposed for she wore a protective cape against the sandstorms. It was custom to wear this when going into the desert and it was, frankly, quite useful and comfortable.
Her slender, gloved hands tightened around the reins, her nails dug lightly into her palms. Was she about to disobey?
She looked up at the sky, asked for advices that she would never receive. Some Gerudos said that the spirit of the temple always answered their calls. However, Jade had never heard anything from that immense shrine, often thinking that the divinities above had turned their backs on her.
She was, after all, the daughter of Evil himself.
Jade closed her eyes. The sun shone down on her back, made her sweat under her pale, ankle-long desert tunic. At the fortress, they would quickly realize that she would be missing. They would send a patrol in the desert and find her, bring her back at all cost and then isolate her for a few days.
She had to be tamed, said the warriors and the witch of the tribe, or she wouldn't be able to enter her future functions…
Jade sighed. She opened her eyes, focused on the sands far beyond the temple. There was nothing in the horizon, nothing to see. Nothing to do. Yet, she felt attracted for no reason at all.
Maybe it was today? Maybe her wishes would be realized? Maybe… her destiny would change?
A shiver crept up her spine, making the hairs on her body stand up at the idea of an adventure. What if she would find a relic, something important in the sands? And what if that thing took her away, into Hyrule or elsewhere?
She pulled the boar's reins. The beast groaned and turned, slowly.
Heart beating quickly, Jade kicked the animal so it would go faster. She offered a defying glance to the Goddess as she passed by it.
The Gerudo rode into the desert, alerted by anything she might spot.
But there was nothing but a few cacti, once in a while. Jade let the boar slow down as she felt tired, all of a sudden. All her anticipation was gone. She had behaved childishly by believing she might have found her destiny in the desert, on that very hot morning.
It was ridiculous; she had a destiny well written ahead of her, and it was one that was envied by many people. She wasn't a low member of the tribe, after all…
The boar stopped. It groaned, whipped the air with its bony tail.
Jade looked over her shoulder: the Goddess of Sands was very small on the horizon, now. It looked like a little totem.
She wondered if the warriors were already worried enough to send troops after her.
She looked ahead. There were dunes of sands. There was sand. Everywhere. She was starting to hate the sand.
Up, the sky was a pale, pale blue. It seemed hot as Hell, looked like the sun was burning its colour and turning it slowly white. There were no clouds. A large bird flew by.
A large bird? She followed its trajectory.
It started to circle in the sky, nearby, and joined a small community of birds that looked alike. Altogether, they spun in the sky, above the burning desert. They cried together, menacingly.
They were vultures, most probably circling a dead animal.
She frowned. It was rare for an animal to end up dead in the desert… There were simply no animals in the middle of it. They usually lived near the sands, but rarely ventured in there. She wondered what poor beast had ended up lost in such a wasteland.
Curious, she kicked the boar's side. It started walking lazily towards the vultures' prey. Jade wasn't found of carrions… But she was intrigued nevertheless.
She got closer. She could see that something was, indeed, laying on the ground, half buried into the sands. There had been a small sandstorm in the morning, she remembered. The animal must have been caught up in it.
It was a pale, long creature, she quickly identified. She came closer as there was no blood, so she wouldn't have to face an injured beast smelling bad…
But as she got closer, she also realized that it might not been an animal that she was staring at: or it was a very weird creature with golden, curly hair…
And suddenly, what she was staring at became clear: she saw hair, a shoulder not yet buried into the burning sands, a leg… A human was there!
Quickly, Jade jumped off her boar. The animal whined and lay down, falling asleep almost instantly.
The Gerudo ran and dropped to her knees as she reached the person in the sands. With quick, experienced, gloved hands, she dug up around the person's face so it would be able to breathe… If it was still possible…
And when she discovered his features, she recognized a young man. Heavily burnt by the sun and dehydrated. He had curly blond hair.
Jade sighed. A Hylian man. What would she do with a Hylian man? They had plenty at the fortress…
Yet, she leaned down on him, rested her ear near his nose. And she felt it, felt the slow, fading breathing of this young, unfortunate man. She looked up at the sky. The vultures were screaming at her, seemingly unhappy. She did not mind them.
Jade turned around, brought her fingers to her lips and whistled. The boar woke up, startled. It laboriously got up and walked towards her as she busied herself with digging up the unconscious young man. He wasn't buried very deep, the sand hadn't swallowed him.
She got up, looked at the animal. "Lay down."
The boar stared at her, seemed almost curious.
Impatiently, she glared it. "Lay. Down." She pointed towards the sand near the young man.
The boar looked down at him, up at her finger, then back down at the unconscious Hylian. It took a step forward and proceeded to lick the young man's face.
"No! You stupid beast!" Jade screamed.
The boar looked up at her again and waited, confused.
Jade sighed. Sincerely, why couldn't they find more intelligent animals? Couldn't they get into Hyrule and buy horses? Or just steal them. No one dared to come in the desert to provoke the Gerudo warriors, nowadays.
She rested her hands on the boar's head and pushed down. The animal whined, resisted. She pushed more. It seemed to understand what she wanted and it lay down, on its belly. Jade cursed quietly before turning around and grabbing the young man by his shoulders. She lifted his upper body and found out how heavy a man can be, even more when all numb like this…
Groaning, she pulled at him, dragged him into the sand. She was glad that he was already on his stomach, for she did not have to turn him around to install him on the sleeping boar. She rolled her eyes.
Yes, the boar was sleeping. She heard it snore.
She tried to pull the young man on the beast's back, but he was too heavy. She let him fall down, sat on the animal and stared down at what she had found. Seriously, she was going to bring him back to the fortress? Why? Because she couldn't let him die in the desert? He wouldn't be the first Hylian abandoned by her people to his fate.
But maybe it wasn't his fate… Maybe he wasn't supposed to die there, in the sand, eaten by vultures. She reached under her tunic, took out her gourd and took a good sip of water. She would have to display all of her strength to put that tall guy on her boar.
And then, she wondered if he'd wake up if he received water. She merely emptied half her gourd on his head. Beside wet hair, nothing changed. She stared down at him, wondered if he could be useful when awake.
And then she got up. It was time to get rid of that task and go back to the fortress. Her destiny wasn't about to change that day; she had only found a Hylian in the desert. If he survived, he'd end up as some sex slave like all the others. She wondered if, when not burnt and dehydrated, he was handsome.
Once again, she grabbed his shoulders and lifted him. Damn, he wasn't especially large and muscular and yet, he was so heavy! He must have eaten a lot before getting lost.
She groaned loudly, pulled with all her strength. Sweat marks appeared on her pale desert tunic. Eyes shut tightly, she pulled, gave all she could and… it worked! Well. Almost. He was now half-way installed on the boar's back. The animal woke up and whined.
Jade rested her hands on her hips and stared down at the male wreck she was trying to bring back "home". Seriously? All this effort for that unknown man?
She rested her hands on his lower back and pushed. It did not work, but if she were to lay her hands lower it probably would work…
Jade stared down at his posterior…
Really? She thought to herself. She wasn't going to touch him there.
She thought about pulling him by the hair. It seemed better.
But not. She did not wish to injure him further.
Below, the boar moaned.
Jade rolled her eyes. He would never know it anyway. She rested her hands on his butt, looked elsewhere. She did not blush, but felt uncomfortable. Yet, she pushed and suddenly, it worked. She took her hands off, sighed and looked up at the sky.
Was this a bad plank from the Goddesses?
The Gerudo sighed. She finished the remaining water she kept, and then hit the boar on the shoulder. The animal slowly got up.
Jade climbed on the beast' back. Behind her, the young man hadn't moved. She rested a hand on his shoulder as she took the reins with her other hand. Slowly, the animal turned around. The Gerudo kicked it into a trot and she headed towards the fortress.
In the end, she hadn't met with her destiny…
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