The Beginning | By : Angelkeeper Category: Zelda > General Views: 3666 -:- 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. |
She turned her head to look at the sleeping child. There was no need to wake him for the moment, but she felt a little uneasy, as though if she turned away he would vanish from his cradle. She turned back to the pot that was boiling over the fire. She checked the temperature and stirred it with the ladle she had hanging over the lip of the fireplace. With a bit dabbed a bit on her arm she tested it with her tongue. Just warm enough that it wouldn’t burn her mouth, she then stoked the fires with the stick. She felt a chill run across her spine for just a moment. When that moment ended the infant started to cry.
As she turned around, her grasp on the ladle in her hands slackened, and the object fell to the floor with a clatter. The fire behind her blew out as the doorway swung open and the chill returned. In the doorway stood the monster everyone spoke about, one whom she had seen just once before. Her body tingled as she remembered the encounter the fear that had recently lifted from her eyes returned. She waited a moment. Knowing, remembering that he was stronger than her made her heart flutter uneasily. She watched him for only a split second and then he pushed past her. She knew what he was going for before she even had time to react. By the moment she had split after him he was already halfway across the room headed for the cradle his gaze set on the sleeping infant. Her shriek of rage did nothing to deter his stride and even as she ran at him he barely responded. He turned as she neared at him and placed one hand out to catch her. He slipped the single arm around her waist and held her still as he reached into the cradle to grasp the baby. “NO!” she shrieked. She struggled in his grasp, disheartened by the strength that his single hand could have over her fragile body. When he had the baby in his grasp he lifted her up and pulled her along the rough wooden floor as she screamed and attempted to dig her feet into the ground. He drags her still screaming outside and to the waiting marauders. She had little time to study them as he ushered her flailing body towards a black stallion standing in the middle of the group. Looking at its fiery gaze made her skip a breath and as they got closer she began to struggle more. When they were right up next to the horse he put the infant in a Cloth basket on the horse’s hindquarters. She struggled to get away and to her son but his strength was too much for her. She began biting and hitting him to let go. She was surprised when he threw her back away from him and onto the ground roughly. She shook her head got her bearings quickly and sat up, there was no way he was getting away with her child. She stood once more her fingers covered in the smooth muddy dirt of the forest floor. When she gained her footing back she ran to his side clawing at his armor to get him to return her infant. He reached down and grasped the back of her dress pulling her up and onto his horse in front of him. She screamed and tried to pull away but he was too strong. He wrapped one arm around her and used the other to steer the stallion away from the house. As the horse began to move she started biting and kicking at his arms to get away. She raised her foot to lash out at him angry and impressively accurate she kicked down only to meet with the hardened piece of horseflesh that was beneath them. The Stallion bucked and swayed a moment. He gripped the horse’s reins and tried to regain control of it. The frightened animal almost bucked them and the baby off. When the horse quieted and she heard her baby start to cry, she felt her heart start to beat a little slower. Her son was safe for the moment. She was about to return to her struggling when she felt him moving behind her. Too frightened to look back she was unprepared when he brought the hilt of the knife down on the back of her neck. She let out a small cry of pain and fear. Then fell silent and slumped forward in a cold stupor. He steered the horse away from the house and towards the desert keeping an eye on both of his prisoners. The younger one asleep on the horse and the mother out colder than the snowy peak itself. His mind was focused on getting the infant back to the camp as soon as possible. His child, His Son would be raised at his side. If he had to destroy the woman to achieve his goals so be it. He looked down at her leaning against his chest. He should just throw her off the horse now. It would make things easier in the long run. No extra baggage to carry on horseback, and nothing to explain to the women of the camp. Every once in a while she whimpered in her sleep rolling her head to the side and flinching as something happened in that deep, dark dream world of hers, He watched her silently his assumption for the bad dreams was simply that she was dreaming of him. However after a moment the fit would stop and she return to uneventful sleep quiet and undisturbed.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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