The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny

V

 

                The outskirts of Kokiri Forest were a nice area in which the forest was less dense and much drier.  The ground kept that lively green color and the trees seemed just as healthy as in the Lost Woods, but they were fewer and made it easier to find a spot to rest. From the small clearing in which the group now rested, they had a pretty sight of the dark fields.

                In the distance, they could see the remains of Hyrule Castle which was -contrarily to the magical forest in which they stayed- dead.

                Isca stood against a tree, away from the camp, as he stared at the dark Castle Town. He remembered he once had a similar view on Hyrule’s ultimate symbol of power, and it had been breath-taking. Now, it was only creepy.

                He shivered lightly; the wind had grown cold with the night. He missed his armour, now.

                Something caught his attention; footsteps behind him. Isca looked briefly above his shoulder before smiling softly. Tatl appeared beside him. “Hey.” She whispered softly, rubbing her arms to warm up.

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  “Hey.” He answered before pulling her in a soft hug. She smiled as she rested her head on his chest. He was warm. “What brings you to me?” She chuckled softly.


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  “You looked lonely. And I missed you.”


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  “Me, or my heat?” She laughed softly.


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  “Maybe both.”

Tatl looked up at her knight; he was staring at something in the distance. Isca was handsome when he had that serious and nostalgic expression…  Smiling softly to herself, she decided to follow his stare with hers.

                He was looking at the remaining of Castle Town. Her expression grew sadder as she sighed softly. She knew how affected he was by the destruction of his hometown, even if he kept his cool… Isca was merely too proud to let his thoughts or emotions interfere with his work. “Isca…?” She called, softly. He looked down at her.

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  “Hm..?” She smiled to him again.


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  “We’re going to save Hyrule.” Isca smiled softly before laughing lightly. He caressed her cheek.


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  “You sound confident about that.” She nodded, her stare being energetic and confident. He looked down at those magenta fires. She was shining in the darkness, her strength seemingly burning all the fatality of the situation. His darkest thoughts seemed to melt when she was around. His heart as well.


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  “I am.” Tatl replied, her gaze and voice steady, soft and yet powerful.


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  “…Then I believe you.” Isca answered, softly, as he stared down at her, captivated by the Twili.

She smiled warmly to him. He leaned forward and Tatl rose on her toes to be able to meet his lips. They kissed. Softly at first, but it soon grew more wild, more possessive as he pulled her closer, his grip being strong against her and yet it was soft as he had no intention to be rough or to hurt his princess.

Tatl pushed her curvy body against him, pressing her breasts against his body. He groaned softly as she reached for his hair, loosening them. He seemed so much wilder with his hair undone…

It made him chuckle softly as they broke the kiss to stare at each other. “I love you.” He whispered, smiling. She giggled.

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  “Me too.”

Sighing, Olwen stared at them from the darkness. He was not hidden, but merely camouflaged in the shadow of a tree. Resting his wise and quiet gaze on the lovely couple, he shook his head lightly. He definitely didn’t like the knight.

Why? He couldn’t exactly say. Maybe it came from the fact that he could see the kind of man Isca would become with time. Anyhow, he felt like he shouldn’t be staring at them. Even if he had been against that tree before Isca came to stare with nostalgia at a falling kingdom.

Without much more than the sound of his clothes moving against his skin when he left the trunk, Olwen walked back to the camp. Dead leaves wouldn’t even cry under his steps.

Sheikahness, you may call it.

As he reached the campsite, traveling via the shadows of the trees, Sheik looked up at him. Olwen stared back. Only another Sheikah could really spot a being of his kind. The blond held the bigger man’s piercing gaze with his. Maybe he should explain his motivation about his attack… A few days ago?

But then, Olwen seemed to smirk under his mask. Well, his eyes suddenly took a more playful note, which allowed Sheik to understand the older man’s expression. It made the smaller Sheikah smile as well.

So, Olwen directed himself towards Sheik, leaving the shadows to appear into the light given by the fire, which, let’s mention it, highlighted the bearish Sheikah’s muscles in a very interesting way through the tight suit he wore.

And Sheik didn’t miss that sight.

Standing beside a sitting Sheik, Olwen stared down at him. Then he looked over at Link. The Hylian was wrapped in a blanket, beside the fire, his back resting against a small tree as he slept peacefully. All they could really see of him was his head, neck and the beginning of a shoulder. On his cheek, a bandage was covering a more or less deep cut. The same thing was on his shoulder. “How is he?” Asked Olwen, his low voice breaking the repetitive rhythm of the cracking fire. Sheik looked over at his friend. His brother.

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  “He’s asleep. That’s a good sign.” The blond smirked as the moon-haired man chuckled.


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  “Indeed. It is much calmer.” Sheik nodded.


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  “He is shocked, though.” Both of their smiles faded as they stared at the sleeping man.


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  “I would have guessed. At least, he is not in a bad physical shape.”


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  “At least.” Repeated Sheik, but his tone gave out how worried for Link he was. Olwen looked down at him.


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  “You do believe in him. Don’t you?” The smaller Sheikah looked up.


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  “Yes.”  The confidence in Sheik’s eyes only seemed to shut the older man.

They both looked in different directions, now. They were comfortable in the soft embrace of heavy silence, so no typical tension installed itself between the two men. Olwen’s gaze found the lovely couple again as Sheik’s own crimson stare rested on the fire.

But the silence didn’t last for long. The Sheikahs sharply stared at Link as he woke up gasping loudly, eyes wide. He seemed to be staring into the void for a moment, before he understood that reality was much different than what had been playing in his mind as he slept. The dirty blond sighed softly, rubbing his forehead as the blanket fell from him to reveal his injured skin.  “Nightmare?” Sheik asked. Link looked up at him and nodded.

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  “Yeah…” He chuckled lightly. “Dunno if I’ll ever able to sleep peacefully again…” He shivered and pulled the blanket over his shoulder and up to his nose, wrapping himself tightly in it.


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  “You’re being pessimistic.” Pointed Olwen. Link looked up at him, slightly surprised the big man even talked to him.


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  “Probably.” The Hylian mumbled as he looked down again, shivering.

The leaves and branches moved to their left. The three men turned their heads towards the noise. Isca and Tatl appeared. The knight directed himself towards his –and Tatl’s- tent. The Twili watched him walk away with a soft smile before nearing the fire.

Link looked up at her. Stared at her. Feeling his icy and piercing eyes on her, she met hisgazes with hers before looking away, still with that snobbish attitude. Tatl turned her back to Link and smiled to Olwen. “Good night.” The Sheikah nodded.

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  “Good night.” She turned around again, not meeting Link’s persistent stare, and joined Isca in their tent.

Olwen watched over the scene casually. That boy, Link, was obviously interested in Tatl. Maybe he was imagining things, but he would have bet that it had a deeper meaning than sex… He smiled at the young Hylian’s back as Link kept staring at Tatl’s disappearing silhouette.

Sheik looked up at Olwen and followed his stare on Link. Maybe a little perplexed, he wondered why the bigger Sheikah had that persistent stare on his friend.  He would have to ask him, someday.

Nevertheless, the night was driving in quickly and the crew needed to rest if they hoped to succeed into their quest. Mostly, Link needed to sleep.

Sheik merely looked over at him once again, a few minutes later. He seemed nervous and yet calm. He looked back at his Sheikah friend –brother- and smiled softly, tiredly. “You should get to bed, Link.” The Hylian chuckled softly as he got an arm out of his blanket to draw into the damp earth.

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  “Am not tired.”


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  “You look like you’re about to faint.”


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  “Not true.” Sheik rolled his eyes.


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  “Don’t start this.”


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  “I’m gonna tell yer’ mom!” The blond sighed… Before smirking softly under his mask.


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  “Link. Go sleep.”


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  “Aw, come on, mom!” The Sheikah glared at him. He sighed. “Fine… But come and tell me a nice story, okay?”


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  “Will that get you in bed?” Link nodded quite actively. Sheik chuckled lightly. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Under Olwen’s amused stare, Sheik followed Link –who was still wrapped tightly into his blanket- in the going-to-be-hero’s tent.

The dirty blond sat down at stared at his Sheikah friend as he sat beside him. Softly, the Hylian let his head fall down on Sheik’s thigh as he curled up in a ball, slowly falling asleep. The blond played in his hair in a brotherly way, smiling softly under his cowl. Tiredly, Link looked up at him. “Hey… Sheik.” Crimson eyes stared down at him.

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  “Why do you think he attacked us…?” Childishly, the dirty blond brought the blanket above his nose.


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  “Acheron?” It was more an affirmation than a question. Still, the Hylian nodded softly, eyes closed.


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  “… I don’t know, Link.” In facts, he had a few doubts about this, but Sheik didn’t believe it was a good idea to reveal this to his little brother. Not yet.


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  “He said he was workin’ for someone…” The blond nodded. “Who could that be…? Who is it that wants us dead…?” Sheik stayed quiet a moment.


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  “I don’t have a clue about who this person might be, but I do believe it has something to do with the fact that you are going to be some heroic character that’ll engrave his name into History.” The light brown haired man looked up sharply.


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  “You mean someone wants me dead ‘cuz of that?” Sheik felt like chuckling to his naïve reaction. But he didn’t.


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  “You have to be aware that it is very probable that a lot of people will be looking to stop you from accomplishing your duties.” But he wouldn’t allow them to touch Link. They’d have to get over his dead body to lay a finger on the Hylian, that, he swore into his quiet mind.  The younger man’s brows shot down.


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  “What for? Don’t they want their rotten kingdom to survive this stupid attack?” Sheik chuckled.


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  “Most of them, yes. But the evil forces you are fighting are powerful and therefore, have allies.” He ran a hand through Link’s messy hair. “Your enemy will not face you alone and unprepared.” The Hylian blinked.


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  “You mean… Acheron was working for those people?” Sheik stared down at him.


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  “Most probably.”

Slowly, Link looked away. The Sheikah examined his expression as the younger man seemed to stare into the void. He seemed shocked, and Sheik understood his feeling.

Acheron, after all, had been one of his “family” members. He had been close to the crazy man. Not nearly as close as he was with Sheik, but close nonetheless.

And yet, the man had decided to go against him and tried to take his life.

Sheik sighed quietly. Sheikahs were people oriented over their duties. If you were to fail a mission, you were better dead than to come back and admit your defeat. Sadly, that was what happened to the red-haired Sheikah.

He preferred to be silenced than to betray his employer because of his pride, merely.

And Sheik understood this.

***

 

                Morning came quickly for the crew. Olwen was the first up –as always- and he had already taken care of the breakfast when Sheik and Nami joined him. The fairy kept her small and shiny appearance as she hid, now constantly, in Olwen’s shirt.

                With the sun, Link wake up. He stirred numbly before quickly taking care of changing his bandages and cleaning his wounds again. He dressed up before kneeling in the middle of his tent and looking around. Contrarily to what people believed of him, he was a very neat person. Therefore, it took him no time, or almost, to pack up his belongings before exiting the tent.

                Sheik nodded good morning to him. So did Olwen when he remarked the Hylian’s presence.

                A hour or so later, Isca joined them before Tatl crawled out of bed. She was a heavy sleeper, after all.

                They ate in silence. For once, it had nothing heavy to it. They just had nothing to say. Until Isca spoke. “I will have to excuse myself and leave the party for, maybe, a day or two.” He looked at Tatl. “You are free to come with me or stay with them.” She looked at him, tiredly.

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  “I will stay by Olwen’s side. But where are you going?” The knight, unconsciously, scratched his two-day beard.


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  “I have some business to attend to nearby. There is a patrol that I need a report from and they don’t answer to our indications.” He smiled lightly. “I will go scare them a little.” Tatl giggled. Sheik glared over at Link when he saw the Hylian’s lips curl up evilly.


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  “Fine. I will miss you though.” Tatl answered. Isca smiled.


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  “Me too, beloved.” Link rolled his eyes.


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  “Hey, Nami. Where are we heading, next?” He asked, looking down at his feet. The fairy flew out of Olwen’s shirt to sit on the going-to-be-hero’s shoulder.


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  “We are close enough to Kakariko. We could go to the Shadow Temple, or to the Fire Temple.” Link nodded.


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  “What’s closer?”


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  “The Shadow Temple.” Her high-pitched voice informed.


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  “Then, the Shadow Temple it’ll be.” Behind them, Olwen stiffened slightly. Sheik caught his reaction, but he ignored it. For the time being.


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  “I will come back and join you as quickly as possible. Kakariko isn’t far from where I’ll be.” Said Isca. Once again, Sheik had to give a very red and visual warning to Link. The Hylian merely sighed before getting up.


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  “Then, let’s go.” Said Link, getting up and stirring into the morning sun.

***

                Without Isca perpetually watching his every movement, Link felt much better, suddenly. As they walked into the cool morning air, he grinned. Sheik gave him a suspicious look and the Hylian merely chuckled excitedly. Tatl watched his back, perplex, as she walked with Olwen a little behind the other two men.

                He looked down at her and smirked. She was glaring at the future hero in a somewhat childish way. The same fashion a kid would use to stare at something he wanted, like a candy, but wouldn’t admit that it desires the sweet in the only goal to prove its difference from the rest of the children, who are rushing themselves at the treat. “Maybe you should have a talk with him.” He said. Tatl looked up at him sharply.

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  “No!” She looked insulted. He chuckled.


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  “But you do look like you want to interact with him.” Tatl stared at him with wide eyes.


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  “No, I don’t want! Olwen, he tried to rape me!”


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  “Perhaps.” She blinked to his matter-of-factly remark.


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  “... How is rape considered among Sheikahs?” He laughed softly. Touchéed.


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  “It is rarely considered, in facts. Most of them know how to behave. But if it were to happen, the case would fall between the hands of the Chief and he would be the one dealing with the situation.” He looked at her. “But if a child is to be conceived from this act, then we encourage it.” Her jaws dropped.


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  “This is horrible!”


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  “In your culture, it is.” She looked down. Maybe his words bore some wisdom, after all…


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  “I still don’t wish to talk to him.”


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  “It is sad, because I believe he would love to speak with you.”Her magenta eyes shot up to meet his red ones.


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  “What makes you believe so?” Olwen shrugged lightly.


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  “His attitude.” He looked at Link, then back at Tatl. “The way he looks at you.” She snorted.


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  “Well, he might be interested, but I am not.” The Sheikah chuckled.


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  “That is not what your eyes say when you look at him.” She glared at her butler, but her expression bore a somewhat shocked dimension.


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  “You have no proof of this.”


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  “Indeed, I have no proof of this but the fact I have seen you grow up since your birth.” Tatl simply blinked before looking away slowly. He was terribly right.

They reached Kakariko in silence. Even from the fields, the village seemed livelier than it had ever been. They climbed the long stairs that led to the small and over-populated city… Only to spot two guards staring straight at them.

The two armoured men looked at each other before looking at the small group coming their way. “Hey… Aren’t those two…?” He pointed at Link and Sheik.

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  “Yes, they are!”

Link looked up at the two men just in time to see them equip their spears and walk towards them. He stopped in his track before taking a step back. “I don’t think they just wanna welcome us…” Sheik nodded beside him, needles in hand; Deku nuts in the other one.

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  “Stop right there, you crimi-“


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  “Hell, they all have the same speech…” Said Link before rolling his eyes and taking the hookshot out.


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  “You are wanted criminals! We will arrest you!” Sheik chuckled and Link smirked.


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  “Good luck with that.” The Hylian said before aiming at a tree rather far away. The guards gasped in anger as Link disappeared. They turned to Sheik.


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  “You better come with us!” The Sheikah snorted elegantly.


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  “I have to refuse your invitation, but thank you.” And he blinked away, throwing Deku-nuts.

The guards were merely angry as they looked at Olwen and Tatl. She stared back, blinking. Olwen merely glared at the armoured men to signify they should leave them alone. Which they did.

Tatl turned to look at her butler. “Now, that’s great. What do we do?” Olwen nodded towards the village.

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  “Let’s go find what is going on.” She looked at the village as well.


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  “And how do we regroup with those two?” Nami came out of Olwen’s shirt.


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  “I-I will go get them when needed.” She said Tatl nodded.


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  “Then let’s go.”

***

Link and Sheik were casually sitting into the forest; Link on the ground, right under the branch on which Sheik was meditating. They both looked at Nami as her shiny self contrasted with the dark trees. She went to sit on Link’s head. “T-they are waiting outside the forest for you.” Link looked up at Sheik before getting up. The Sheikah jumped down and landed quietly beside the Hylian.

They joined Tatl and Olwen quickly enough and… The fluorescent woman had a weird smile as she stared at Link. She giggled. He looked at her, perplexed as he rested a fist on his hip. “Why the giggle?” Her stare was evil.

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  “Nothing. I felt like it.” Olwen’s stare was playful as well. Sheik looked at him.


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  “You both look like you have something in mind.” The butler chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.


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  “Perhaps.” The smaller men looked at each other, unsure about their teammates’ attitude. Tatl took a step forward.


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  “We have found that you are still both wanted by the Royal Guards, which is why those armoured fools attacked you.” Link tilted his head to the side.


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  “Can’t Zelda take that warrant away?” She shook her head.


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  “We went to see her, but she explained us that political have no powers over justice.” Link blinked.


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  “What d’you mean, no powers?!”


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  “I mean that she can do nothing. We need Isca.” The dirty blond sighed, exasperated as he rubbed his forehead.


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  “We could sneak up into the village.” Proposed Sheik.


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  “Hardly.” Answered Olwen. “The village is too small for the quantity of guards that is walking around. We, Sheikahs, could go by.” He looked at Link. “But I doubt that you could, even if you do have some sneaking abilities.” The Hylian sighed again.


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  “What do we do, then?” Tatl’s smile grew eviler.


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  “Well… We thought that we-“ Olwen cleared his throat. She rolled her eyes. “I thought that you could use some disguise and be safe into the village until Isca joins us again.” Link and Sheik looked at each other, unsure.


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  “Disguises…?” Asked the dirty blond, a little scared. The Twilight Princess nodded actively.


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  “Oh yes, you’ll see.”

***

Sheik stood beside Olwen. He glared, darkly, some bird that was passing by. The animal looked back and hid its face under its wings under the very menacing and utterly deadly stare of the blond.

The butler smirked as he looked down at Sheik. He was wearing a red dress… With some serious black corset, gloves and even heels. He had no hat and the lower half of his face was hidden into a black scarf as his heavy braid fell over his shoulder. Arms crossed under his fake breasts, he was glaring darkly at anything that would come into his sight. Tatl had also taken the freedom to put some make-up on Sheik’s already feminine features.

Feeling the butler’s stare on him, he looked up sharply. “What do you want?” Olwen chuckled softly as he gave a very considering stare at the smaller man.

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  “You are gorgeous.” Sheik rolled his eyes and glared away. Olwen laughed softly at the blond’s attitude. He was… So very attractive…

However, Sheik’s mood seemed to become slightly better as he saw Link appear… Walking on heels like it was a second nature to him, he giggled evilly, batting his lashes at Sheik. “Oh, I feel so lesbian right now.” He said in a girlish voice. The smaller man, against his will, chuckled lightly.

The Hylian was now wearing a purple dress that successfully hid his arms and shoulder while giving him some interesting hips and ass, thanks to a corset. He looked down at his chest and played with his fake breasts. “I’m turning myself on. Can you believe that?” Tatl rolled her eyes behind him, but she kept smiling at his back.

He had a blond wig that gave him long and wavy golden hair. He, also, had make-up and… He really did look like a woman. A tall and strong one, though.

He turned to Olwen and ran a finger down his chest. “It’s a shame you’re into men only…” The butler chuckled lowly.

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  “It’s a shame you’ve only forgotten that you are still a man, under those clothes.” Link smirked.


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  “Are ye’ saying that you’re interested in getting in my dress?”


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  “Sadly, I am not.” Link pouted in a very girlish way as he walked away, swinging his hips. He looked at Tatl, smiling. “I let you feel my boobies if I can touch yours. Deal?” She placed her hands on her hips casually, glaring up at him.


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  “No.” He batted his eyelashes again. She looked at Olwen. “Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to cross-dress them, after all.” The butler chuckled.


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  “It is entertaining, at the very least.”

***

Zelda smirked as Sheik kept his cold stare on her pale face. She looked up at him slightly before looking away. She had a very hard time controlling herself from laughing hysterically. The princess turned her stare on Link. He was smirking as well, his perverted expression seeming worst now that he looked like a woman… “Hey, dear, we could have a very, very heated night together.” He giggled, but it soon turned into a low but womanly chuckle.  “A really nice girl’s night, you know.” The porcelain-skinned woman merely rolled her eyes at him before looking away.

She was starting to appreciate this so-called hero more and more.

In the back, beside Olwen, Tatl was smiling softly at the Hylian’s attitude. The Sheikah butler looked down at her. He was really happy to see such a smile on her purplish lips…

Zelda, smiling, cleared her throat softly before looking at the men once again. “Yes. I sure am… Surprised to see you both wearing such clothes…”

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  “Heh, can’t be helped. Your guards are kinda trying to impale my sexy Sheikah and my own person.” Replied Link, in a womanly voice, as he stared at his nails. She smiled softly.


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  “I am aware. I apologize. Isca probably forgot about this after Castle Town was raided and I have sent him away. However, I will make sure he does what he has too once he comes back.” She was still smirking, though, visibly deeply amused. Link nodded casually as he kept examining his nails.


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  “So, whatever, princess.” He said, snobbishly. “Next destination is Shadow Temple. How do we get in there?” Olwen stiffened as he stood in the shadow.


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  “Well…” Started Zelda. “To get into the Shadow Temple and succeed through its labyrinth of unseen enigmas, you will need a certain item that may not be found in the depth of this sacred shrine.” She paused to serve some tea to the crew. “However, I believe that this item I have mentioned may be hidden into the well of this very village.” Link tilted his head to the side.


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  “You want us to go in a well?”


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  “There are, most probably, other options, princess.” Cut the low and very commanding voice of Olwen. Everyone turned around to look at the silver-haired man. Zelda blinked softly before straightening and staring at him.


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  “What do you mean, Olwen?” She questioned. He sat his crimson stare on her.


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  “I do not think the well is a good idea.”


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  “Would you explain your reasoning?” His bloody eyes seemed to become somehow darker.


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  “This place is too dangerous for them, first of all.” His voice was steady and calm, like it always was, but it also held a hint of passion. “And I understand that the Shadow Temple is one of the shrines that need to be cleaned of its evil, even if it does involve walking straight into the biggest grave this land ever bore.” Sheik looked up at him. He was seeing where the butler was going… “But I cannot let you enter the well without interposing myself and my consciousness.” Risking himself, Link looked at him.


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  “Why?” Olwen stared at him, sharply and severely.


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  “Because as much as the Shadow Temple is the resting place of my people, the well is where they were tortured, raped and executed.” Link’s eyes widened slightly. Zelda took a step forward the Sheikah.


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  “Olwen… I understand your feeling over this sensible matter…” He looked at her.


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  “No. You do not.” For the first time, Tatl saw anger in the eyes of her oldest companion. “Now, I have said what was needed. I will take my leave.” He stared at Tatl, then at Zelda as he exited and he stopped at the door. “The decision is, of course, all yours to take.” He left the house.

A heavy silence installed itself into the room. Link scratched the back of his wig, making the whole hairy masquerade move in what would have been, in other times, a quite funny way. Tatl looked at him before staring down, resting her right hand on her left wrist a little nervously as her greenish hair hid her features.

She rarely considered the Sheikah’s condition… And she never really realised how affected by it Olwen must have been….

Sheik merely looked out the window, momentarily forgetting about his appearance. Olwen had already disappeared, of course. He, himself was a Sheikah, be he had been raised amongst the Hylians… He understood Olwen’s feelings over this matter, but he wouldn’t know exactly what he felt.

Zelda couched softly. It brought everyone’s attention back on her. She smiled weakly, looking down at Tatl’s feet absently before looking up to meet Link’s somehow comforting metallic gaze. “You will have to go into the well anyways, I am afraid.” She said. The Hylian smiled back rather softly. It caught everyone’s attention.

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  “I guessed that much.” He replied, still looking quite soft.

Zelda blinked as she stared at the Hylian before her. He looked so very… Capable and strong at that very moment.

And then, she blinked again as she seemed to quickly understand why women were falling like flies under his presence. Zelda looked away. “Yes. Anyhow, the well is locked, so you will need to find the key to enter it.” Tatl sighed softly.

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  “And where is that key?” The fluorescent woman asked, slightly exasperated. Zelda looked at her.


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  “The mayor is supposed to have it.”


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  “Wait, isn’t the mayor Impa?” Questioned Link. Zelda looked up at him.


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  “No. She is my attendant, officially. However, to the people of Kakariko, they see her as a sage or like something almost holy. Therefore, they see her as the big boss here and go under her orders and authority.” She nodded slightly. “But she has no real power.”


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  “She’s worthy, though.” He replied. Zelda nodded.


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  “Yes, but she rejected the lead of the village a few years ago, when my father offered it to her.” She took a sip of her tea. Link crossed his arms under his breasts. Tatl looked at him. The dress he wore made him athletic build apparent... She shook her head.


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  “So, we have to ask him for the key?” He pointed. Sheik stared at him with a slightly exasperated gaze.


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  “No. We knock him unconscious and steal it from his half-dead body.” Said Tatl, sarcastically, as she crossed her arms under her heavy breasts, mimicking Link’s position. His steely eyes rested on her chest a moment before he looked up at her eyes again.


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  “Good idea.” He smirked. “I like it better than asking.” He snorted, pushing his pointy and long nose towards the ceiling and closing his eyes snobbishly. “It is much more entertaining.” The fluorescent beauty that was Tatl merely rolled her eyes at him. Zelda smiled.


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  “I have heard, though…” Interrupted the Hylian heir. “That the mayor appreciates women. A lot.” She looked over at Tatl.


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  “Then… Maybe it’s not a good idea that I tag along?” She asked. Link’s brows shot down.


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  “Why?” Tatl looked at him.


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  “Because it might be dangerous for her.” Pointed Zelda. Link only looked perplexed.


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  “Perhaps, but we’re there to make sure nothing bad happens.” He grinned.


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  “Actually… I think I’m more afraid of what you may do to her…” Said the Hylian woman, smirking. Her male homologue seemed slightly insulted.


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  “Tsk.” He opposed himself. “I don’t rape women that I learn to appreciate.” Link turned his face to look out the window.

Tatl looked up at him, slightly surprised by such a blunt affirmation. It was out of place, literally. She was in a relationship, after all… And… And Isca wouldn’t appreciate his attitude if he were there. He would be jealous. He would make that insane man know how to behave with woman… He… He… Would never be so blunt, so… Frank.

She blinked. “Anyways.” Cut Sheik’s voice. “Let’s go see that mayor so we can move on.” He was still audibly in a bad mood.

***

                Entering the mayor’s mansion had been easy since they were – apparently – three attractive women. The doormen, though, seemed a little suspicious when they considered “Linda’s” height and athletic build.

                They walked into the big hallways until they actually reached a room filled with slightly-clothed women. Link looked around, grinning almost maniacally as Sheik crossed his arms over his newly acquired breasts and Tatl rolled her eyes at the supposedly hero’s attitude. Of course, in the middle of this harem was sitting the mayor, on a comfortable loveseat, with a few women kneeling around him.

                The mayor – a very mundane-looking man who wore a white and rich suit – looked at the trio of attractive women. Link smiled to him and giggled as he rested a hand on his undefined hip. The white-clothed man ignored him. He, instead, sat his eyes on Tatl’s curves. “What brings you to me, milady?” He asked, with a ceremonious voice, Tatl. The Twili shifted under his heavy gaze as she felt naked and almost raped under that dark stare.

• 
  “We need to speak with you, Sir.” Answered Link, smirking seductively. The mayor merely looked at him.


• 
  “I am not addressing myself to you.” The blonde blinked as he –or she?- looked surprised by the man’s attitude.


• 
  “Please…” Tatl walked forward until she stood beside Link. “We would need to use your key to enter the Kakariko Well.” The mayor smiled.


• 
  “Of course.” He played with the rim of his glass of wine before taking a sip. “But it won’t be free.” He gave her a very clear and significant stare as to what he heard by that. She shivered lightly.


• 
  “We can offer you money.” She proposed.


• 
  “I am rich. I am in no need of your rupees.” Link took a step forward and stood before Tatl.


• 
  “Well… Perhaps I could let you…” He caressed what curves he had (thanks to a corset) in a very feminine way. “Use my body?” The man chuckled, looking at Link.


• 
  “You are not my type, sadly.” He stared back at Tatl, giving her another perverted, disgusting look. “Your friend, here, is.” The princess looked up at the Hylian.

She offered him a worried pink stare as he looked back at her. His determined and cool eyes examined her expression in a soft and… caring way. She tilted her head to the side, as if asking what should be done. He looked back at the mayor; exposing his pointy profile to her a moment before Link turned his eyes back on the Twili princess. He seemed to consider her a moment before nodding softly. “Don’t worry.” He whispered. She seemed perplexed.

• 
  “Don’t worry? He wants to… Touch me!” She whispered back. He shook his head.


• 
  “Trust me.” She glared at him, though it was softer than she usually did.


• 
  “I don’t think that’s a better idea.” His stare hardened, losing the softness it held a moment before.


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  “Be like that, then.” Link turned towards the mayor, ignoring Tatl. “She’s coming, Sir.” The fluorescent woman’s jaws dropped and her eyes widened as he rested his hand against her back before pushing her towards the white-clothed man. “She will be all yours.” Link giggled. “And she’s a virgin.”

The mayor grabbed Tatl’s arm and pulled her to him as she tried to get away, struggling. The man chuckled perversely as he pulled her close against himself. “Then…” He rested a hand on her hip. She slapped it away and he laughed. “She is fierce.” He looked over at Link. “Please, enjoy yourselves, ladies.” Tatl growled as he dodged another slap, directed to his face. “I will be back later with your friend.”

The man got up and pulled Tatl with him as she seemed suddenly very desperate, before looking angrier than she ever was. He pulled her through a door, and before disappearing, she screamed, looking at Link. “I’ll kill you!” And she was gone.

Link chuckled lowly as he crossed his arms over his chest. Sheik walked up beside him. “Are you really going to let him rape her?” The taller man shrugged.

• 
  “Perhaps. She deserves it.” The Sheikah rolled his eyes.


• 
  “You tried to kill and rape her, Link. It is pretty normal that she has a hard time trusting you.” The Hylian snorted.


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  “Whatever.” He looked away before looking back at the door through which Tatl had disappeared.  “I’ll just wait ‘til she’s real scared to have her cherry popped by some disgusting moustached guy before running in and saving her sorry pussy.” Sheik shook his head, desperate.


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  “Do what you wish.” Link smirked.


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  “Sure will.”

***

The mayor growled as he dodged a heavy vase that went exploding on the wall above his head. Tatl was putting one hell of a fight, combining random items with balls of dark energy. His bedroom was rather destroyed, by now, but the bed was still very intact.

Sadly for the dark mage that was Tatl, she was, after some time, running out of energy –and of items. Panting slightly, she let her guard down a moment too long. The mayor threw himself at the poor lady and she yelp in surprise as he seized her and forced her steps to the bed. Pushing Tatl roughly, she fell on the bed, on her back. He got on top of her and she struggled, growling and fighting like a wild animal against his manly grip. “Be a good girl and you’ll love it.”

He grabbed the rim of her skirts and pulled it up. She kicked him roughly and he whined slightly in pain before slapping her. She gasped, surprised, when his hand firmly wrapped itself around her breast. Tatl tried to jerk herself free and punch him, but he caught her wrist and pinned it above her head… Before doing the same with her other hand.

Tears started to appear in her eyes as she felt the hand that was once on her breast find its way under her corset. She growled lowly before whining softly. She shut her eyes tightly as he caressed her skin. “There… You see?” He licked her cheek. She gave him a vicious blow with her forehead and he growled in pain.

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  “Get off of me!” She hissed through clenched teeth. Seriously, she was getting rather irritated with all those assholes trying to rape her…

She tried to kick him away, but soon regretted it as it permitted the man to make his way between her legs. She tried to force with her thighs against his presence, but it was useless, at that point. He chuckled lowly as he undid his pants.

She stared up at him with wide eyes, unbelieving she would really be raped by that disgusting, perverted asshole.

Somewhere in her mind, she remembered how Link had almost done the same to her… And at some point, she preferred to be raped by the blond Hylian a dozen times than being touched by that… Monstrous bastard.

From the corner of her pink eyes, she saw his underwear and it only made her look away, feeling nauseous.

He pulled her closer to him. She felt his erection against her thigh and Tatl thought she would simply die right there. She preferred it.

What would Isca say if he were to come back and find his girlfriend raped? What would he do if she were to lose her virginity to some random corrupted pig?

The mayor stiffened between her not-spread legs before she felt his weight shift to the side. He fell beside her heavily and she snapped her eyes open, looking up as her hands were freed.

Standing before her –and behind where the mayor had been a moment ago- was Link, a Hylian shield in his hands and a slight bloodstain on the metallic object. She stared at him with wide and teary eyes.

Link smiled to her before snorting lightly. He offered her his hand. “You sincerely thought I’d let him rape you?” He chuckled. “Come on! If someone’s to rape ye’ here, it’s gotta be me. Sheik’s got the key. Let’s get the hell outta here.” Rejecting his help, she got up, shaking lightly.

She stood before him as they exchanged stare. Tatl considered the man who waited before her for a long moment as he stood still, looking back. He had thrown her at the mayor –who had almost raped her- mercilessly a few minutes before saving her very self from the same monstrous bastard…

Link looked back into her hot pink eyes as her stare slowly went from weak and traumatised to strong and severe.

She closed the distance between the cross-dressed Hylian and herself, rolling her hips as she offered him a very seductive, but severe and steady stare.

Something into Link’s stomach turned and flipped as Tatl stood close –too close- to him. His breathing increased speed slightly as her purplish lips parted lightly. He stared at those little but pulpy lips with clouded eyes. He saw her smirk.

Softly, teasingly, she ran a finger on his jaw and he had to hold himself from shivering as goose bumps rose all over his body. “Link…” She whispered his name sensually as he leaned slightly closer. Her playful laugh invaded his mind. “Thank you so very, very much for saving me and my…” She bit her lower lip. He mimicked her. “Virginity.” Tatl giggled as he leaned closer again.

Her teasing finger and nails made their way up to his ear. He shivered as she smirked to him. Link looked up to meet her burning stare. The Twili leaned closer again as their noses neared each other. “But…”

She slapped him roughly, hardly.

Shocked, surprised and in pain, Link brought his hand up to his cheek as he stared at her with wide eyes. She growled, glaring darkly at him, her fiery eyes boiling in rage. “Don’t you EVER do that again, you stupid asshole!” She walked away.

Link merely watched her walk towards the door with wide eyes. She stopped before exiting the room and looked at him over her defined and feminine shoulder. She was smirking. “What are you waiting? Sheik has the key.” Tatl said, casually.

The Hylian’s lips curled upward in an impressed smile before his stare took back that cool and confident look. He chuckled, letting go of his swollen cheek. “Of course, milady. Of course…”

***

                Along with Sheik, they exited the mayor’s mansion quickly before the guards understood what had happened.

                Outside, Olwen was waiting patiently. Nami was flying softly beside his head. He sat his stare on Tatl as she looked back. Link looked at them before resting his eyes on the butler. “Olwen.” He started.  The said Sheikah looked at him. “We have to enter the well.” The dirty blond’s stare was steady and somehow childish as he confronted the much heavier man. Olwen considered the going-to-be hero.

• 
  “I never believed that you wouldn’t, Hylian.” Even though his words were piercing and severe, he was calm and his tone was casual and matter-of-factly.


• 
  “Still… I would like to apologize.” The sliver-haired man tilted his head to the side slightly.


• 
  “May I know why?” Clenching his fists, Link stared into those bloody eyes.


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  “Because Sheikahs should be left alone after what they’ve been through.” Olwen blinked softly. Those words, coming from any other Hylian, would have been pure bullshit to him. But Link had that way to express sincerity like no one else could; in a very… spontaneous fashion. There was visibly no hidden intention or thought behind those blunt words. He meant it. And Olwen smiled, under his mask.


• 
  “I am very glad to hear you say so.” Link smiled.


• 
  “Then, I guess it’s better to get through that well right now?” He looked over at Sheik, Tatl, Olwen and the fairy. They nodded and the butler turned around as he started his way towards the bloody dungeon.

***

The Kakariko Well was, in everyone’s opinion, the creepiest place that could be found within the perimeters of Hyrule’s borders. Between a rotten body piece and a disgusting, dried bloodstain, there was surely a monster or a giant rat – which was just as monstrous as any monster – or an unknown biological and decomposed… object.

It was humid because of the water that had been there… Before the visible carnage took place. That water-infested air –which bore a foul smell-, had provided enough nutriments for a dark moss to cover half of the walls as if it was darkness itself that was slowly swallowing the bricks.

In most rooms, devices of torture and death had been installed. A few guillotines were standing proudly in the wet and chilly darkness as their shadow projected the unpleasant reminder of a brutal, violent, bloody and atrocious past.

With a few lanterns, the group sat foot into the first chamber of the well only to be confronted to the heavy atmosphere of the dungeon. Tatl swallowed heavily as the horrible smell reached her nostril. She looked over at the rest of the team; the Sheikahs were doing quite fine, while Link seemed green and about to throw up. Nami was flying softly beside him to keep an eye on the sick hero.

Link merely looked up at the fairy before staring into the darkness, a hand softly resting on his stomach. His brows shot down slightly as he seemed to be observing something. Nami sat on his shoulder, bathing the Hylian man into a soft blue light, which contrasted highly with the dim ambiance. The light brown-haired man groaned softly as his piercing eyes seemed focused on something. “W-what is wrong?” The small voice of Nami echoed into the seemingly empty dungeon. He pressed his lips into a thin line as Sheik turned his head to look at his friend.

• 
  “I dunno. Something doesn’t feel right…” Link murmured. Nami looked up at him before swallowing.


• 
  “This whole place doesn’t feel right.” Replied Tatl just as softly as she wrapped her arms around her body. She seemed worried as she looked around. Olwen appeared beside Link. The Hylian jumped lightly as he looked up at the imposing man.

In the darkness, Sheikahs usually disappeared. But now that they were all standing into that lack of light, he appeared to them as the shadow creature he was. Maybe it was because Sheik was only a half-sheikah and because he had darker skin and an unusual color of hair, but he did not share that dark appearance Olwen did in that dungeon, even if he did disappear in shadows like any other Sheikah.

With interest, they stared at the butler. His tall silhouette appeared ghostly beside them as he seemed to absorb the darkness and meddle with it. His very pale skin and hair, instead of reflecting the light of the room, were drinking into that well of blackness.

He was one with the darkness, with the shadows.

Nami shivered softly as she neared Link’s neck. She hated ghosts.

Olwen turned to look at the crew, the silence troubling him. Seeing how they all stared at his ghostly self, he crossed his arms over his chest and smirked under his cowl. “May I answer the questions you obviously all have?”

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  “Why do you look like a freakin’ ghost?” Asked Link. Sheik chuckled softly behind him.


• 
  “Because that is how we look when surrounded with shadows.” Olwen’s eyes found Sheik. “This confirms that you are not pure-blooded.” The blond’s stare hardened lightly at the statement, but he let it go right after.


• 
  “Indeed. I am half-hylian.” Olwen considered him.


• 
  “Heum.” Said Link to bring the butler’s attention to himself. “But that doesn’t explain what you are.”


• 
  “To disappear the way we do with shadows, we simply blend with it.” Link’s eyes widened and Olwen heard the next question before the hero could speak. “No. I cannot teach you. It is natural.” In a better mood, Sheik chuckled as he rested a hand on Link’s sorry shoulder.


• 
  “Now, let’s get through this well so we can breathe some fresh air again.” The group nodded softly.

Courageously, Link took the first step into the darkness. Tatl stared at his back as Nami was still on his shoulder, serving as the sole source of light in the deep shadows of the damned well. Quite unsure, he withdraw his sword to feel more secure, poking the darkness ahead with the blade as he walked so he wouldn’t be bumping into a monster, a corpse or a guillotine face-first.

His steps were quite cautious and slow, but he was progressing towards the emptiness, and therefore, the void found him first; as Tatl called for the group’s attention over a certain “Weird wall”, Link merely continued forward…

Until his very voice resonated into a long scream.

Quickly, the rest of the crew directed their attention towards the ground… Just in time to see Nami plunge through it to join Link in his infernal descent. “Did they just fall through the floor!?” Asked Tatl, unbelieving what had happened. Olwen’s eyes flashed in a brighter shade of red a second. He groaned.

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  “I should have looked before.” The butler returned his attention to the “weird wall” the Twili mentioned before. “Yes. Some walls and parts of the floor aren’t there… Though there is an illusion pretending that everything is normal.”


• 
  “I see.” Said Sheik as he neared the solver-haired man to look at the piece of ground through which Link had disappeared. Tatl blinked behind them.


• 
  “How can you both be so calm? He fell through the ground!” The Sheikahs both looked at her.


• 
  “He will be fine.” Answered Sheik.


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  “And we will join him soon enough.” Replied Olwen.

***

The fall was so very quick that Link had merely enough time to panic as he saw light appear around him. Before he crashed right onto a thin –but life-saving- mattress of bloodstained straws.

As his body hit the floor heavily, he screamed once again as pain rushed through his bones. The Master Sword landed behind him; the sound of the metal clashing against the stoned floor resonated into the small, creepy space. Nami rushed down to meet with his curled up self. “Link!” She called, flying around him. He growled as an answer, his purple dress ripped in a few places, now. His blonde wig was resting farther ahead, in a pool of fresh blood.

Eyes tightly shut, he slowly started moving his members just to make sure nothing was broken. Nami was still watching over him as she inspected the room with a quick glance; there were apparently dead and rather decomposed Sheikahs on the ground nearby, and another door ahead. Contrarily to the previous and first room, this one had light in it.

Frowning, she returned her attention to the corpses. She flew close to the ceiling until she neared the bodies. Unlike all the other rotten creatures, they seemed fresh… And fresh blood was covering the ground… And walls…

She yelped softly.

She joined Link as he rose, sore from the fall and now, fighting a headache. She quickly circled him in big circles. “Link! Be careful!” He groaned and rubbed his forehead.

• 
  “What?” He asked through clenched teeth. She stopped her cyclic-flying to hover before him.


• 
  “There! Look ahead!” Sceptic, he looked up.

His expression changed drastically as he witnessed about five corpses rising up, moaning dangerously low. Eyes wide, he gasped before taking a step back, only to step on the handle of the legendary sword. Link looked down at it and bent to quickly grab the weapon that he happened to cherish at the very moment.

He looked back towards the zombies; they were slow, but they also were closing the distance between them and Link. He turned around to run towards the door, but he stopped right away as he saw that the said gate was, sadly, locked with bars.

Something moaned behind him.

Link spun around –ripping his dress on the side as he did so- to stare right at a living-dead Sheikah who stood a few meters away from him. The creature looked blankly at him with black eye sockets as its disfigured agony seemed to watch Link with a deadly interest. It raised a skeletal arm –on which there were still some bandages that resembled Sheik’s- towards the Hylian.

Link backed away until he felt his back couldn’t go deeper into the wall unless he would merge with the cold stones. Shaking, he lifted his sword to protect himself from the slow and hungry un-dead that was threatening his very life. “Link! Attack it!” Commanded the fairy that was flying in circles around a corpse’s head. The Hylian growled.

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  “Take the sword and do it!” She seemed to glare at him while distracting the living-dead.

He groaned again, but the sound died in his throat after mutating into a soft and scared whine. Unsure, but still bravely, he undid his bound with the stony wall and moved to his right, where he would have more room to attack and dodge.

The zombies moaned in displeasure as they witnessed their meal move away and they changed their slow and creepy trajectory to adopt Link’s own route.

With calculating eyes, the Hylian evaluated the situation. And his enemies. Nami was still flying around them to catch their attention when he decided that fleeing wasn’t the greatest of solutions.

Not always.

Maybe to hide his obvious fear, he let a war cry escape his throat as he sliced through the first rotten being before him. It fell down to his feet… before rising up again. Nami “shook” in the air above the dirty blond’s head. “Hit the head! The head!”

Link nodded quickly before he focused his steely eyes on the creature before him. And with a quick and agile movement, he sliced through the neck of the already-dead Sheikah.

It felt, lifeless –again- on the ground. Never to rise again.

Something moaned on his left. Quickly, he spun around with his blade in hand. He successfully cut through the flesh of the zombie’s chest. However, his movement was too blunt and uncalculated and the wall behind, too near. Therefore, the Master Sword ended its trajectory right into the hard stone, making the metal clash, once again, with the hard surface as the vibrations ran viciously through Link’s arm and up to his shoulder.

He yelped in pain as he let the sword fall to the ground.

Link looked down at the blade of evil’s bane just in time to see a living-dead walking on it. Gasping, he walked back as far as he could before a very cold hand wrapped itself around his shoulder. He spun around, only to end-up face to face with a rather… Destroyed dead Sheikah. Gasping, he looked above his shoulder.

He was surrounded.

A zombie cried as it clawed-fingers reached Link’s panicked face, tearing the skin and making blood drips appear. The creatures seemed to hiss at the view of the said liquid.

He felt another cold hand on his right arm and he stared up at the ceiling. “Link!” Nami plunged forward to hit a corpse’s head, which proved to be unsuccessful.

The going-to-be hero struggled and pushed a zombie away. It made the usually-dead body fall down to the ground as another cold hand wrapped itself around an item on Link’s thigh. The dark blond gasped again, this time in happiness.

Slapping the zombie’s hand away, he grabbed the handle of a concealed dagger he had securely installed into his sock… When he was dressed as a woman.  Being comfortable with the smaller weapon, he jumped towards the zombie that was down on the ground to thrust his blade into the cranium of the enemy.

He looked above his shoulder; only three zombies were remaining. Panicked, he grabbed the handle with his two hands and twisted it roughly until the bone cracked and the blade was freed. Rising, he ran to put some distance between himself and the creatures.

His pales eyes locked with the Master Sword before he returned his attention to the monsters. Link couldn’t just kill three zombies with a dagger. He was no Sheikah, and he was well aware of this little fact.

Therefore, he looked around.

The room was much clearer than the one above, thanks to the torches on the wall. Link stared at the torches as he felt a wonderful idea being born into his mind.

Quickly, he ran to the straws on which he had landed a few minutes before and grabbed a handful of it, before hurrying to a torch. Because of the ambient humidity, it took some time to the reddish material to actually take on fire. Time during which, Link kept jumping on his feet as the zombies were drawing nearer again.

Growling, he shook the straws into the fire, assuming this would, somehow, help the flame’s transfer. And he was right. With the fiery newly-created weapon hi hand, he turned to stare at the moaning creatures… Only to gasp in surprise as he found those rotten beings quite close to his more alive self.

Out of pure reflex, he attacked the nearest zombie, punching it with the fiery straw right in the mouth. The living-dead moaned as the fire expanded quickly over its dried up skin. Link took a step back, and the flaming zombie a step forward.

So… Obviously, living-dead weren’t the kind of creature to panic when burning down to ashes…

Link merely walked away from the enemies, always facing them with his bloody dagger in hand. The fiery creature slowly started to fall to the ground, hopefully, but it did take some time to finally dare die. For real.

Sighing, Link’s eyes focused on the Master Sword that was lying on the ground ahead; if he was quick enough, he could dodge the remaining two zombies and reached his blade to finish them off.

If he was quick enough.

He took a deep breath, as Nami looked down at him, and started running towards the holy weapon that was bathing in zombie fluids. Dashing between the rotten living-corpses, he finally reached his sword and wrapped his left hand tightly around the pommel before facing the remaining two zombies with a determined sparkle in his pale, steely eyes.

Nami watched with wide eyes as, for the first time, he seemed to be able to use a sword in a decent way. No, it was more than decent; he was being good. In a few slashes, he had cleared the room of its evil and the locked door opened itself.

Link looked over at the bars as they rose and, ultimately, disappeared to reveal an accessible door. He blinked, his expression being blank from any emotion but the last remaining drops of that determination and adrenaline rush that had been coursing through his veins a moment ago. He stood there. Calm and staring at the door.

Nami flew back to him. “Link! You have done it!” She seemed to vibrate softly in the air with contentment. Smiling, she waited for a reaction. There were none. Tilting her little head to the side, she looked at the Hylian standing before her. “Link…?”

He fell on his knees.

“Link!” Hurrying down beside him, Nami quickly inspected the young man’s injuries; he had no important wound. Only scratches that were, in a few places, a little deep.

But visibly, the pain wasn’t what caused him to fall down.

He was shaking, his head hidden in his shoulder and his hair covering his face as he let his cranium hung down. The fairy blinked softly as she looked at him.

Sometimes, she forgot how young he was… Sometimes she forgot how unprepared and mostly, unwilling he was to go through all those traumatising events.

Because, in the end, he was only a child.

Nami sat down on his shoulder and she rested a little hand on his ear. She was so small in her fairy appearance that he wouldn’t feel her touch, but he knew her presence. She hoped it would be enough for him to feel better.

It took him a few moments, before he could calm down properly and finally rise again. He wasn’t emotionally steady when Link started walking towards the unlocked door, and he looked, frankly, tired and in need of a very good bath. Chuckling, he looked over his shoulder at Nami. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.” She smiled as he opened the door.

***

                Tatl stood near a wall and a door into a rather big room. Holding her arm and panting softly, she looked around. A few bats were more or less menacing her from the ceiling and come zombies were lying down on the ground at the opposite side of the room. She hoped, sincerely that they were dead.

                She was alone since some creepy dark hand had seized her away from the Sheikahs to drop her in a random room in which she met with a couple of very friendly undeads. Of course, she succeeded to kill the creatures… But not without some difficulty and a few injuries.

                They had bitten her arm, sadly.

                Covering the ugly and dark mark with her hand, she winced in slight pain as it was very sensible.

                She sighed. Hell did exist, after all, and she was standing in the middle of it.

                The door beside the sleeping zombies opened itself. She stared at it with wide eyes, hoping to see Olwen appear.

                Instead, Link stood there, seeming more traumatised than her as he looked down at the raising undead Sheikahs. Nami hovered above his head as he merely dodged an attack and ran towards Tatl.

                Feeling he was being watched, Link looked up to meet her magenta gaze. He smiled as he joined her on the other side of the room, the zombies following him, moaning. “Is that door locked?” He screamed as he neared her. Tatl shook her head. “Then open it!” Sensing the urgency in his voice, she obeyed.

                He ran past her, grabbing her hand and pulling her along. Tatl yelped in surprise, but obeyed. Before the door closed itself, she saw a small army of zombies, bats and other creepy monster running behind. Sceptically, she looked at him. “Why were you followed by that many monsters?” Link chuckled softly, running a hand through his messier hair.

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  “I’m not exactly sneaky.” She couldn’t hold a small laugh to escape her throat. Hearing her, he smiled. He turned slightly so he would half-face her. Tatl was still looking at him, a small smile on her lips.


• 
  “Visibly, you’ve had your share of battle.” His dress was rather ruined and… He had discarded his shoes. Long ago. Not to mention how bloody he was. Link merely snorted, amused.


• 
  “I could say the same about you.” Her long princess dress was now torn a little above her knees, revealing the pink skin of her thighs to his rather… hungry stare. And pretty much the rest of the once glorious dress was now ripped and destroyed. Not to mention the scratches and cuts all over her flashy pink skin.


• 
  “Indeed.”

They stared at each other a moment before she, slowly, looked away. The ambiance grew soon awkward and heavy. Link looked around; they were in a corridor with one door behind and one in front of them. He nodded towards the untouched gate. “Let’s go and hopefully, we’ll get out of this damn place.” Tatl looked up.

• 
  “Good idea.”

The next room was much like all the others; dark, filled with nasty creatures and torture devices. They were growing used to that décor, by now. And, since they weren’t alone anymore, it was rather easy and quick for them to clean up the place.

Nami flew around the room until she stopped near a wall. “Link! This wall!” He nodded and walked to the fairy, taking kind of magnifying purple lens in which was, very clearly, engraved the symbol of the Sheikahs. Tatl blinked to the weird object.

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  “Yup, we can get through it.” Announced Link. Tatl approached him.


• 
  “What is that thing?” He shrugged.


• 
  “I don’t know. The indication weren’t written in Hylian. Must’ve been Sheikah.” She looked at the lens.


• 
  “This must be the item we are looking for.” Link nodded.


• 
  “Probably, since it helps us in this damn dungeon.” Tatl nodded as well.


• 
  “Let’s show it to Olwen once we find him.”

***

                With the item in their possession, they found the exit of the well with much, much enthusiasm. Even Nami seemed febrile as they reached the first very dark room that lead to the surface. Link smiled widely as he spotted Sheik’s back blend with the darkness. Beside him, of course, stood Olwen who still looked ghostly.

                Link hurried to his blond Sheikah, hugging him tightly. Sheik yelped in slight surprise as he was being tackled by, seemingly, a train. “Fuck, Sheik! You’ve stayed here all along?” The blond man pushed his taller friend away so he could breathe. Sheik shook his head.

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  “No, I found my way back.” Link tilted his head to the side.


• 
  “How come?” The Sheikah chuckled softly.


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  “I am a Sheikah, after all, even if I don’t disappear in shadows.” Saying this, he looked up at Olwen. The butler smiled under his mask.

As for Tatl, she walked to her fatherly Sheikah and hugged him. Surprised, he flinched slightly before petting her head, laughing softly. “My friends gave you a hard time?” She glared up at him.

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  “Let’s only say I am happy I found Link.” The silver-haired man looked over at the excited Hylian.


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  “I tried to find you, but I couldn’t.” His piercing bloody eyes went back to her. “I guess that he had already met with you.” Tatl smiled softly.


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  “Perhaps.” She looked at Link as she stepped away from Olwen. “Link, show him the lens.” The Hylian let go of Sheik to walk to the butler, handing him the lens.


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  “Here. Something was engraved on the chest. Couldn’t read it.” Olwen examined the purplish item a moment before giving it back to Link.


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  “Which is normal. It was Sheikah, and you are not.” The Hylian looked up at him.


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  “What is it?”


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  “The Lens of Truth. It allows you to see some things that we can.” Link blinked.


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  “Some? You mean you can see more than invisible walls?” The silver-haired man chuckled.


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  “You never wondered why we are all blessed with those creepy eyes?” The dirty blond nodded.


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  “Yeah, why?” Sheik chuckled behind him.


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  “Those are Sheikah secrets, Link.” The blond answered. Link seemed insulted.


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  “So you both won’t tell?!”


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  “Perhaps someday, if you are being a good boy. For once.” Replied Sheik as he inspected his nails. “For the time being, we all need a bath.”