Veil of Twilight

Chapter XVII
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The girl sat in the grass, the wind at her back, whistling through the grass and her long red hair. She smiled, picking at the grass, doing a whole lot of nothing. She had been running errands all day in castle town, and there were only more awaiting her back at the ranch. The downtime was nice. She liked the solace in the temple grass. She could hear the hustle and bustle of the townsfolk, just down the path. But here, next to the abandoned temple, it was serene and beautiful; like home, but without the chores.

Epona, mother’s old horse, was sitting beside her in the grass, equally enjoying the rest. The mare raised her head suddenly, her ears twitching nervously. The teen eyed her curiously.

“What’s wrong, girl?” she asked, her voice visibly soothing the horse. Still, the mare was on her feet, bothered by something the girl wasn’t noticing. She followed Epona’s gaze, and her eyes fell to the door of the temple. Whatever it was, was in there.

The thought made a chill run down her spine. She had been inside a few times before, but… it was so quiet in there, so still. It was like the world stopped when she set foot inside.

Still, she could not deny her own childish curiosity, something she felt she would never grow out of, something that would get her in over her head someday. She cautiously climbed the steps of the temple and stepped inside.

It was grey within the building, monotonously grey. She felt like she had walked into an old portrait. Her footsteps echoed as she approached the old stairs, parted in the middle by an empty altar. There was a door at the top of the stairs, a gigantic slab of immovable stone set in the path of any who wished to see the temple’s final secret.

Well, usually, there was a door. It was gone now, and her wide eyes hungrily fell upon the cathedral like room within. It was in the steeple of the building, cylindrical, with the ceiling infinitely unreachable. There was a single cathedral window, the sunlight filtering through and shading the scene before her. There was a pedestal, atop a succession of rising podiums; the azure hilt of a sword protruded from the pedestal, adding a splash of color to the monochrome surroundings.

A figure clutched the sword, his hand clasping loosely to the hilt, his arm hanging from it, the rest of him collapsed to his knees as if in exhaustion. He breathed heavily, his pants echoing in the chamber. The girl took another cautious step forward, catching the young man’s attention. He caught her gaze, and she stopped in her tracks, struck by his features. He looked just like…

“Who are you?” he asked, breaking the illusion. He never would’ve said anything, if it was him. He never did, unless he had to. Still, she felt on edge as she answered the question.

“I-I’m Romani,” she said, trying not to appear to perturbed. “Who are, um… are you okay?”

The young man, who looked so much like someone she knew, but wasn’t, smiled weakly.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I think I’m alr-”

He stopped mid-sentence, heaving over to be sick all over the floor. A moment after he collapsed.

…

“Link?”

He stirred from a troubled sleep.

“Link, are you awake?”

He opened his eyes. The girl, Romani, was still there, her violet eyes examining him. She smiled when she saw him come to.

“Father!” she called from beside the bed. “Uncle! He’s awake! Come in!”

Link sat up, eager to see who was coming, to have some questions answered. His head shrieked in protest as he moved; time travel was not something his body was accustomed to.

He was in a plain wooden room, furnished with nothing but the bed he lay in and a lamp beside it. There was a window by the bed to show him that it was dark outside. Romani was kneeling beside him, watching him with amazement, as if he were some kind of alien. His boots and belongings lay in a heap at the foot of the bed, the Master Sword comfortingly visible among them.

“You’ve been passed out for hours,” she said. “I took you back to the ranch with me. I hope you don’t mind. I figured Pa and Uncle would know what to do.”

“How do you know my name?” Link asked groggily.

“Father said your name was Link. I don’t know how he knew.”

Both of there attentions were snagged as the door opened. Link watched several people enter the room. His head felt light as he saw them, as if he were dreaming. He was staring at himself. Two of himself.

The two men stood side by side, arms crossed identically. They were the mirror image of each other, distinguished only by differences in color. On was pale and red eyed, wearing black, the other blonde and blue eyed, wearing a green outfit that looked alarmingly like Link’s own.

“Link, this is my father,” Romani said, motioning to the double in the black ensemble. He smiled, showing, amongst the normal rows, two pairs of alarmingly sharp teeth.

“And this is my uncle,” she motioned to the other one, who nodded slightly. “His name is Link, too.”

She stood up and approached the other two people in the room. One was a pretty woman with short, untidy hair and dark tanned skin. She smiled at him. The other was obviously Romani’s mother, with the same red hair and pretty face.

“This is Sheik,” Romani said, motioning to the former, and then to the latter. “And this is my mother, Malon.”

Malon smiled. “Nice to meet you, Link,” she said. “If you’re feeling better, than I hope you could tell us what’s going on.”

Link nodded, ignoring the pain in his head, and the disconnected feeling he felt at staring at two of himself. He began his story. Of Zant and the twilight, of the sages and Vaati, and of his quest for the Temple of Time. His audience listened quietly, patiently, silent for a few moments after he finished. Finally one of them spoke, the one in black.

“We can help you. You should rest for the night, and we’ll get started tomorrow.”

He turned to leave, wishing him well and exiting the room. The rest followed suit, Romani and her mother the last to go. The latter turned to Link and said:

“I’ll leave you in Romani’s care if you need anything. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to help.”

The girl’s face noticeably brightened as she heard her mother. She turned her large smile to Link, only for it to disappear when he spoke.

“I’m fine right now. I’m just going to bed.”

“If you say so…” she mumbled, frowning. “See you tomorrow, then.”

She closed the door behind her. Link fell back into the bed immediately. He had only just woke up, but already he felt tired again. He looked out the window and up at the sky. It was hard to believe, but it really seemed as though he had traveled back in time. He closed his eyes, drifting back into sleep, thoughts turning to dreams as he wondered what was happening in his own time.

…

Midna sat by the door, alone. Every once in a while the wind would blow, or a stone would shift somewhere nearby, and she’d perk up, thinking the door would open. But it never did. She didn’t know if she should be annoyed or worried. Vaati said there was no way of knowing how long Link was going to be.

But irritation and concern aside, she was definitely bored. She had just delivered the news to Vaati and Saria. They seemed calm about it, something she commended them for. If she was never going to see her loved one ever again, she probably wouldn’t be taking it so well.

It had been sweet, though, in a sad sort of way, to see them together after she had finished speaking. The way they had consoled each other, held each other. From the little she knew of Vaati, she hadn’t known him to be too expressive; but Saria seemed to be an exception for him.

It left her feeling a wistful sort of romance. The two were together now, doing what, she could only guess. And here she was, by herself. Even Link’s whining would be preferable to the solitude.

She had always considered herself particularly independent, and had been happy in a life devoid of romance. But things in the realm of light had made her wonder. Seeing Saria and Vaati’s affection, still passionate after who knew how many years, and even Link’s fumbling exchanges with the farm girl made her long for somebody of her own.

Such an idea seemed out of her grasp. She had never been in love, as far she knew. She probably wouldn’t recognize it if it was right in front of her.

…

She had cried at first, and he had held her. They sat in the woods, secluded, his back to a tree, her head buried in his chest, comforting one another. Vaati kept composure. He had been preparing for the arrival of such news, although he had hoped dearly that it would never come.

Midna had told them of the Sages and their tale. How one of them had been destroyed by the Evil King. It took six to complete the seal, and as long as their were only five, Zant was unstoppable. They needed a replacement.

“Will I ever be able to come back?” Saria had asked hopefully, her tears having not yet been shed. Neither Vaati nor Midna had known what to say, although they both knew the answer. A Sage held an eternal duty to protect the seal. Saria would not be able return.

Presently, she was quiet, her face still hidden in his tunic. He toyed with her emerald hair absentmindedly, gazing lovingly down at her. He couldn’t imagine not seeing her again. He had played with the idea of saying no, of telling the sages that five had to be good enough, or to find another successor. But she was the last, he knew, just as he knew that he could not keep her. She would go willingly, if it meant Hyrule’s salvation.

“When must I leave?” She asked, her voice muffled, surprisingly level. It tickled his chest.

“Soon,” Vaati replied. He supposed she wouldn’t really have to go until the moment of Zant’s demise was nigh; but neither of them would be able to stand the waiting. The longer she stayed, the more it would hurt when she left.

“I’ll leave when Link returns,” she said. “We’ll have until then.” she propped herself up beside him. Her tears had been wiped away, and she was smiling her pretty, girlish smile. He smiled back.

“I’m going to miss you,” she said, not waiting for an answer. She swung her leg over him, straddling his lap. He felt the heat rise to his face and he knew she could see it; she giggled enticingly.

“W-what are you doing?” He asked, his neutral tone breaking for once, conveying underlying emotion.

“I’m making the most of our time together,” she said assertively, smirking cutely. Any sign of her recent tears was gone. “I would think that after all of our time together, you’d be less embarrassed by this kind of stuff.”

“WeELLLlll…” his voice jumped as he felt Saria’s hand fumbling under his breeches. “I’ve never been one for intimacy.”

“You’ll be intimate with me,” she demanded. “Isn’t that right?” It wasn’t a question. Vaati nodded. She always got like this when they were intimate. It was weird for him, to feel powerless, to take orders, but it was something they always seemed to fall into. He didn’t mind; he liked it, and he knew she loved it.

“Take off your pants.”

He complied, shuffling his breeches down his legs. She grabbed his tunic as he kicked his pants and boots off, pulling his shirt over his head, so that he was entirely revealed, except for his floppy lavender hat.

“Good boy,” she said, leaning down to kiss him again. He could feel her rubbing herself against his nakedness, stirring him to wanting hardness. She was wearing nothing under her skirt. She reached down with both arms and pulled her garb up over her head, giving him a flashing glance of her breasts before her long green hair fell back down and covered them. He loved the way she looked, her physical youth belying her real age. It made him feel self conscious about himself, in some regards. Her body was perfect, just like every other hero and heroine that had come and gone in his lifetime of adventures, always tan skinned and toned at every last muscle. His own skin was ghostly pale, not doing much to accentuate his slim, almost feminine figure, in his opinion. But, she never seemed to mind. She seemed to read his thoughts on his face.

“I love your body,” she said, running her hands over his abs and shallow chest. She grabbed his hat off of his head and dropped it beside them with a grin. “Hands flat,” she ordered.

He complied, pressing his palms to the earth beside them. Saria put her hands over them, so that he couldn’t move, taking control of him. She squatted up a little, allowing his large erection to point straight up before lowering herself down upon it, slowly, teasing him.

“You like it?” she asked, slowly beginning her gyrations. The mage nodded hazily, leaning his head back against the tree trunk. Saria frowned, stopping.

“Wha… what’s wrong?” he broke from his blissful daze. She smirked devilishly.

“If I ask a question, I expect an answer. Or you won’t get what you want. Do you like it?”

“Yes,” he said in complete compliance. “Yes, I love it.”

“Good boy,” she said, continuing her motions. She bucked a little faster with each thrust, her pretty blue eyes becoming a little more heavy lidded as they continued. She brushed Vaati’s hair out of his face, revealing both of his eyes, leaning down to kiss him deeply.

“I’m going to finish soon…” he said. Saria grinned, standing up suddenly. Vaati groaned in protest. She shushed him. She braced her self against the tree with her hands, her hips swaying before his face.

“Make me come first,” she said. He complied, pressing his lips to her sex, the small green tuft of hair tickling him. Saria moaned as he licked her, tangling her fingers in his pale hair, and pressing her hips to him. She urged him on, feeling herself slipping easily into orgasm.

“More…” she moaned. “Deeper, it’s so good…”

He continued, using his hands now, slipping a digit between her legs to tickle her g-spot. Saria cried out loudly, her legs shaking as she came. She pulled Vaati up by his hair, her orgasm still melting her nerves.

“More,” she said incoherently. “More, fuck me.”

She leaned against the tree again, her head down and arms outstretched. Vaati positioned himself behind her and entered, making her groan again.

“Go hard,” she commanded. “Pull my hair.”

He obeyed both commands, driving into her petite body aggressively, his hands buried in her green hair, reveling in the sounds of her moans and sighs. He felt himself about to come, couldn’t hold on for a moment longer.

“Give me all of it,” she said, pulling away from him, leaving him groaning and swaying. She kneeled in front of him, and took the head of his erection between her lips, sucking and flicking her tongue. It took him over the edge, and he came, his entire body rocking into it. He felt Saria’s mouth working, swallowing eagerly with each spurt. She pulled her mouth off of him with a loud wet pop, smiling up at him.

“Good boy,” she said, pushing him over. He fell easily, his body still wobbly from orgasm. She laid down in grass beside him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, the two of them quelling their sorrow, loving one another with the remaining hours they had together.

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"Max,""Embraceofshadows,""dave," and "lyra_ofhell," thanks for the reviews. I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I hope everybody likes the chapter. I had writers block for the longest time, and then I just started writing and this is what came out. The lemon seemed weird at first, but I think it's good. Hopefully you all enjoy it, and hopefully the next update isn't too far off. Please let me know what you think. Feedback is important for this story! Until next time.