From Yesterday
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Zelda › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
7,000
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter 5
Dawn came and the unforgiving sun rose over the oasis outside of the Spirit Temple. The birds that dared call the sand home dove into the cool morning bath before retreating to the nooks and crannies of the statue that served as the entranceway of the building.
Nabooru watched as the sun moved into the sky, unconsciously stroking the heavy collar around her neck. The collar that marked her as his; a thought she found both enticing and disgusting. She recalled the events that had earned her the title of whore in silence, a shutter running up her spine.
They had caught her with her guard down, yet, victory at her fingertips, such a thing seemed unnecessary. With their Lord about to take the throne of Hyrule she had not anticipated the sudden appearance of the croons. After all, they would most certainly want to be at the side of their prodigy, all of the attendants of the temple and the Gerudo tribe most certainly were.
The events of that day played out in perfect clockwork, her mind recalling every detail. The boy dressed in the odd clothes, and then the way the oasis had changed and the forever shrill cackle of the two sisters as she sank beneath the sand into darkness. Then she was there at his feet, his laughter echoing through her body. All was lost now, all washed away by his callous darkness.
She was in Hyrule, the once proud castle far different than she recalled it. The brilliantly painted glass was shattered letting in the dark clouds over head. The rugs and tapestries lay in ruin around her, the hard marble floor stained red with blood but still cool against her hands.
“Dissent amongst my own people; I should have known you’d betray me if given the opportunity.” He hissed, the crown of the former king of Hyrule in his grasp.
Nabooru raised her head slowly hesitant to meet his gaze. She could hear the whispers around her, voices she recognized as Gerudo. “You sought to strike me down and thus, have stood against our people;” He spoke again.
Her lips parted and she spat in protest, “You have never been for the people, only for you Ganon, always just for you.” She rose to her feet slowly. He towered over her, his stare dark and malicious. She was signing away her life; every moment spent in her presence would earn her at least two more in whatever torture she was sure he could conjure up.
He snarled and looked past her. “Rape, pilfer, do whatever you please my friends. But leave us now.” The onlookers filed out of the room. Nabooru kept her focus on Ganon. She licked her lips and waited until the sound of doors being slammed shut met her ears.
“What he has in store for you M’dear,” one of the witches said circling Nabooru on her broom.
“Befitting for a traitor like you indeed,” said the other. They cackled in unison flying higher. “Our only regret is that we won’t be here to see it happen. Such a pity after all the trouble you’ve caused.” There was a flash and smoke and the sound of the laughter vanished. She was alone with him now.
They stared at each other in silence, no sound save for his slow breaths and her own quickened in a combination of panic and fear. She was away from her element, in a place where shadows would not hide her. She was in the grasp of an enemy she knew would not be outwitted by Gerudo magic or flesh. Her lips were parted but words failed her.
And then he was at her, his hand coming across her face knocking her back onto the stone floor. She cried out when her skull connected with the hard ground. He was on top of her, pinning her form beneath his weight. Nabooru shrieked and wiggled trying her best to push him away. She struggled until she was exhausted, Ganon hardly budging. She panted and groaned turning her head away from his.
She could feel his lips on her neck and her stomach turned, the stench of blood rushing her. How many had he killed that day? She chose not to ponder such things and focused instead on keeping her nerves calm.
“Death for one such as you would be too much of a reward Nabooru. No, traitors deserve a punishment much more severe.” He pulled her hair back and bit into her neck, earning a squeal of pain. She could feel his need pressing into her leg hard against the leather breeches, one of his hands stroking her exposed belly And then there was blackness and his laughter her mind blocking out what had followed. His voice rang through her memories and she pulled herself back to reality, her hand tugging at the collar around her neck.
Bile rose in her throat and tears spilled down her cheeks. The things he had done to her that day was nothing compared to the ministrations that had followed; the humiliation, the anguish and the sweet pain she had come to love. It hadn’t taken long for her to bow at his foot. And before she could stop herself she begged for him to lie with her. Her stomach lurched again, the once proud thief and warrior she had been had been forgotten, lost in exchange for the title of the Dark Lord’s favorite whore.
And then one day many months before the intended pain had given way to a tenderness she did not understand. The harshness gave way to gentleness and despite her hatred for the man she found herself falling in love. The collar tugging returned to stroking and the tears of disgust turned to tears of sorrow. He had left her earlier that evening in search of the exiled princess; the woman who would take her place in his bed.
Ganon, was power hungry, and the goal to domination rested with Zelda, this she knew. The way he had spoken of her, and then the utter of her name from his lips during their love making had left Nabooru feeling hollow. It was then that she decided she would kill the princess if he returned with her. He was hers and she would not lose her place in his favor to any woman no matter birth right.
The heat of the sun passed over her and she stumbled. Something had changed within her in the last few weeks, something she could not put her finger on. Her stomach turned again moments before she fainted just inside the doorway of the temple.
The early morning sun turned to afternoon and the winds blew up the sand masking the oasis from any lost soul left to wander the sandy graveyards of the colossus
A/N: Chapter 5 Nabooru is a woman torn between her love for a man and the love for herself. Thank you for those of you who read and review it is greatly appreciated!
Nabooru watched as the sun moved into the sky, unconsciously stroking the heavy collar around her neck. The collar that marked her as his; a thought she found both enticing and disgusting. She recalled the events that had earned her the title of whore in silence, a shutter running up her spine.
They had caught her with her guard down, yet, victory at her fingertips, such a thing seemed unnecessary. With their Lord about to take the throne of Hyrule she had not anticipated the sudden appearance of the croons. After all, they would most certainly want to be at the side of their prodigy, all of the attendants of the temple and the Gerudo tribe most certainly were.
The events of that day played out in perfect clockwork, her mind recalling every detail. The boy dressed in the odd clothes, and then the way the oasis had changed and the forever shrill cackle of the two sisters as she sank beneath the sand into darkness. Then she was there at his feet, his laughter echoing through her body. All was lost now, all washed away by his callous darkness.
She was in Hyrule, the once proud castle far different than she recalled it. The brilliantly painted glass was shattered letting in the dark clouds over head. The rugs and tapestries lay in ruin around her, the hard marble floor stained red with blood but still cool against her hands.
“Dissent amongst my own people; I should have known you’d betray me if given the opportunity.” He hissed, the crown of the former king of Hyrule in his grasp.
Nabooru raised her head slowly hesitant to meet his gaze. She could hear the whispers around her, voices she recognized as Gerudo. “You sought to strike me down and thus, have stood against our people;” He spoke again.
Her lips parted and she spat in protest, “You have never been for the people, only for you Ganon, always just for you.” She rose to her feet slowly. He towered over her, his stare dark and malicious. She was signing away her life; every moment spent in her presence would earn her at least two more in whatever torture she was sure he could conjure up.
He snarled and looked past her. “Rape, pilfer, do whatever you please my friends. But leave us now.” The onlookers filed out of the room. Nabooru kept her focus on Ganon. She licked her lips and waited until the sound of doors being slammed shut met her ears.
“What he has in store for you M’dear,” one of the witches said circling Nabooru on her broom.
“Befitting for a traitor like you indeed,” said the other. They cackled in unison flying higher. “Our only regret is that we won’t be here to see it happen. Such a pity after all the trouble you’ve caused.” There was a flash and smoke and the sound of the laughter vanished. She was alone with him now.
They stared at each other in silence, no sound save for his slow breaths and her own quickened in a combination of panic and fear. She was away from her element, in a place where shadows would not hide her. She was in the grasp of an enemy she knew would not be outwitted by Gerudo magic or flesh. Her lips were parted but words failed her.
And then he was at her, his hand coming across her face knocking her back onto the stone floor. She cried out when her skull connected with the hard ground. He was on top of her, pinning her form beneath his weight. Nabooru shrieked and wiggled trying her best to push him away. She struggled until she was exhausted, Ganon hardly budging. She panted and groaned turning her head away from his.
She could feel his lips on her neck and her stomach turned, the stench of blood rushing her. How many had he killed that day? She chose not to ponder such things and focused instead on keeping her nerves calm.
“Death for one such as you would be too much of a reward Nabooru. No, traitors deserve a punishment much more severe.” He pulled her hair back and bit into her neck, earning a squeal of pain. She could feel his need pressing into her leg hard against the leather breeches, one of his hands stroking her exposed belly And then there was blackness and his laughter her mind blocking out what had followed. His voice rang through her memories and she pulled herself back to reality, her hand tugging at the collar around her neck.
Bile rose in her throat and tears spilled down her cheeks. The things he had done to her that day was nothing compared to the ministrations that had followed; the humiliation, the anguish and the sweet pain she had come to love. It hadn’t taken long for her to bow at his foot. And before she could stop herself she begged for him to lie with her. Her stomach lurched again, the once proud thief and warrior she had been had been forgotten, lost in exchange for the title of the Dark Lord’s favorite whore.
And then one day many months before the intended pain had given way to a tenderness she did not understand. The harshness gave way to gentleness and despite her hatred for the man she found herself falling in love. The collar tugging returned to stroking and the tears of disgust turned to tears of sorrow. He had left her earlier that evening in search of the exiled princess; the woman who would take her place in his bed.
Ganon, was power hungry, and the goal to domination rested with Zelda, this she knew. The way he had spoken of her, and then the utter of her name from his lips during their love making had left Nabooru feeling hollow. It was then that she decided she would kill the princess if he returned with her. He was hers and she would not lose her place in his favor to any woman no matter birth right.
The heat of the sun passed over her and she stumbled. Something had changed within her in the last few weeks, something she could not put her finger on. Her stomach turned again moments before she fainted just inside the doorway of the temple.
The early morning sun turned to afternoon and the winds blew up the sand masking the oasis from any lost soul left to wander the sandy graveyards of the colossus
A/N: Chapter 5 Nabooru is a woman torn between her love for a man and the love for herself. Thank you for those of you who read and review it is greatly appreciated!