The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny

VIII

 

                Leyawiin.

                That was what was written on a rather small and discrete sign as they entered a very, very cold village. At the top of Snowpeaks, the temperature was incredibly low and the whole party shivered as they tried not to freeze at every step they took.

                Only Erk seemed unaffected by that eerie cold.

                Walking ahead of the group, he guided them through the cold and greyish village. Indeed, the streets of Leyawiin were more or less defined as snow covered pretty much everything. The houses were few and there were no shops at all.

                But right in the middle of the bland town, a rather immense tower stood.

                Link looked up at it, wondering how such an imposing building couldn’t be seen from afar. And he asked the mage leading them, of course. “We can’t see the tower unless we are in the village because it simply has a magical barrier that surrounds it.” Erk shrugged very, very lightly. “We don’t want strangers to come here, unless they are wanted.” He looked at the Hylian who was now walking beside him. Link nodded.

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  “And lemme guess.” Continued the Hero. “You are bringing us there?” Erk nodded.


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  “Wiser than you look.” Link chuckled.


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  “Yeah, seems so.”

***

                The Mage’s Tower was, once inside, even bigger than the group would have believed. The first floor was, in fact, at least as wide as Hyrule Castle’s throne room and crowded with as many people.

                Perhaps that explained why there were few houses outside.

                Erk stopped before them and turned to look at the crew. “Perhaps some explanations about my people would be necessary?” Everyone nodded.

                Graciously, the mage raised his hand and made it move in a circle to his right. “What you see here is not only a rather impressive tower; it is where we live. Most of us. As I have told you before, we are a town of mages. Rare are those who do not possess magical powers at birth.” He shrugged. “But those who cannot use these powers or do not have them, simply, live outside the tower. That is why there are only a few houses in the village.”

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  “Then, what is their purpose?” Asked Olwen. Link looked at him. Did everyone have to have a purpose in this world?


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  “They are merchants and artisans.”


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  “And if they don’t want to be that?” The Hero questioned. Olwen and Erk stared at him a moment before the two men looked at each other.


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  “The Sheikahs and my people do not exist without a purpose.” Explained briefly Erk. The butler nodded.


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  “We simply get rid of the unnecessary individuals.” Concluded the silver-haired man. Link blinked.


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  “Get rid of? You… Kill them?” He asked, quite surprised. In a bad way.


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  “That, or we exile them.” Said the black haired man. Olwen nodded.


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  “It’s just horrible!” Pursued the Hylian.


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  “For us it is, Link.” It was Tatl’s voice. “But they do not have the same values as we do.”


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  “In our societies-“ Cut Olwen. “Criminals do not exist. Or any other kind of marginal individuals because we eliminate them.” He shrugged lightly. “Perhaps it is horrible to you, Hylian, but that is how we are.” Erk nodded.


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  “There is simply no place for such beings.” Astonished, Link stared at the mage with wide eyes. “Anyways.” Continued the black haired man. “Here, in the tower, we study and work on our skills as well as we live. This is our home, our school and our workplace.” A small smirk appeared on his greyish lips. “Welcome to Leyawiin.”


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  “Why did you bring us here?” Asked Tatl when she saw that Link wouldn’t speak for the moment. She crossed her arms over her breasts. Showing more personality than before, the mage tilted his head to the side, lightly.


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  “Weren’t you trying to have an audience with our Elder?” The Twili blinked, surprised.


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  “We… Have.”


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  “Well, that is why.”


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  “He knew?” Whispered Link, completely shocked by that village, now.


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  “Of course he did.” Explained Erk, simply, before turning once again. “But it is too late right now. He shall see you tomorrow morning. Be ready. For the time being, I’m bringing you to the inn.”

***

                Leyawiin’s inn was, surprisingly –or not- outside of the tower.

                Erk did say that they wanted to keep strangers away from the Tower, didn’t he?

                The building resembled any inn that could be found near the roads of Hyrule’s plains. It was small, mostly made of wood and had about ten rooms. The food was nice and the wine wonderfully spicy.

                Beside the few very greyish people, it almost felt like home for Link.

                Drinking, the Hero stared at Tatl as she seemed to be arguing with her knight. They were not very animated, but by their expression, they were not exactly having fun. Link smiled as he swallowed another sip of wine and Sheik sighed, beside him. “Link. You are starting to be drunk.” The honey blond was sitting beside his friend, legs crossed and his braid falling over his shoulder and resting on his lap. He seemed lightly displeased as his bloody eyes glowed darkly.

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  “I’m not.” Replied the Hero. Indeed, his voice sounded quite fine, but Sheik just knew him better.


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  “Perhaps not right now, but you will be if you keep drinking.”


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  “I’m going to see her.” Perplexed, the Sheikah furrowed as he looked at his friend.


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  “To see who?” Link nodded towards Tatl.


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  “I need to talk to her.” The dark blond man’s smile faded. Sheik sighed softly.


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  “What happened in that cavern, Link?”


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  “Nothing you need to know.”


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  “You are running straight into the hands of Death himself. And in case you haven’t seen the Grim Reaper yet, he is tall, large, he wears armour and wields a sword twice your weight.” The Hylian chuckled bitterly.


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  “I don’t give a-“


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  “You should.” The Sheikah uncrossed his legs and moved closer to his brother. “He is dangerous. Mostly for you.” Grabbing Link’s chin, he forced the Hylian to look at him. “And you know it.” The light brown haired man growled and moved away. Sheik sat back into his chair. “I have warned you, Hero.”

Link returned his attention to Tatl. Yes, Sheik was right; Isca was dangerous and waiting for a chance to actually kill him. But he didn’t mind. Not at all. He wanted the girl, and he should have her.

And after that kiss in the cavern, he was sure that he had chances with her. He had to!

Ultimately, Isca sighed and shook his head lightly. He said something and Tatl glared up at him. She watched him leave as he exited the inn.

Link smiled, but he was sincerely nervous.

Sheik glared at him. “You should leave your arse where it is.”

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  “Fuck you.” For the first time, the Sheikah felt insulted and he got up.


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  “Fine.” The blond rarely was this angry. “Do what you wish and get yourself killed. You will be less of a burden once into a ravine.” He left.

Link blinked and turned to look at Sheik, but he was already gone. Softly, he sighed. Now, he felt awful, but he wasn’t about to ignore Tatl. She was there, standing alone and almost pleading him to go see her.

Or was it just the alcohol that made him this confident?

Nevertheless, he finished his glass and started to walk towards the curvy lady. He would deal with Sheik later, and hopefully, after a fiery night.

Oh yes. Sex. It had been such a long time, now… And the wine only seemed to make him desire some company even more.

As he walked in what felt like slow motion, he remembered how much he had desired her when he had undressed her not so long ago. He remembered too clearly what her body looked like when not concealed under clothes, and he wanted to see that glowing skin again.

 Those images were burnt into his mind.

And he reached Tatl. He smiled.

“Hey…” She sighed and stared at him severely a moment.

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  “You are drunk.” He snorted.


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  “Not at all.”


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  “If you wish to believe so.” She wasn’t in such a good mood, apparently.


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  “What’s wrong?” Link asked, trying to regain some composure.  Tatl merely glared at him. And she sighed.


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  “Nothing really important, Link.” And she looked down, saddened and tired. He neared her and took her chin between his thumb and index. The Twili looked up sharply, surprised by his move.


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  “You wouldn’t be so sad if-“


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  “Who told you that you could touch me without asking?” She pushed his hand away. Shocked, Link stared at her, mouth slightly open.


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  “I… I’m sorry.” Tatl took a step back. “But…” He started. He had nothing to lose, after all. “I thought that… Since what happened in the cavern, you and I-“


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  “There is nothing between you and me.” She said, her voice cold like ice. “It was a mistake that you should forget about.”

Tatl couldn’t have torn him apart more violently. He stood before her, shocked and unmoving. The Twili, angry, glared one last time at him and tears rose to her eyes. “I am no one’s property!” She turned to leave Link alone. “This is some Hylian sickness, I swear!” Quickly, she stormed out of the inn like Isca had done a few minutes before.

Some village folks stared at the Hylian as he seemed frozen in time. Pale, he stared at the emptiness ahead of him as his heart seemed to burn down to ashes. Slowly, he managed to move again. Link looked around the room before walking to the farthest table in the inn. Still shocked, he raised his hand. A waitress came by. “Bring me another bottle of wine…” He whispered, as he dropped a few rupees on the table.

***

                 Olwen was outside the village, standing in the snow, at the edge of a particularly high cliff. He observed the beauty of the immaculate mountains; from such a high spot, it was quite impressive. Under him, the frozen valley and forest looked magical. So did the other smaller mountains that took a bluish and sometimes purplish colour.

                So he stood into that virgin and quiet environment, looking into the distance, arms crossed over his chest. The wind blew softy. He shivered lightly, but the cold didn’t seem to affect him much.

                He suddenly smirked and turned his head to the left. Sheik stood beside him, arms also crossed over his chest as he stared –glared- into the void. The silver-haired man considered the newcomer a moment. “Losing your temper? This does not happen often.” Sheik chuckled bitterly.

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  “Indeed.” The blond’s voice was dark.


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  “What has he done?” Sheik looked up at the other Sheikah.


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  “Am I this easy to read?” Olwen shook his head lightly and uncrossed his arms.


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  “No.” The smaller Sheikah smiled.


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  “He angered me. That is all.”


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  “And you were seeking comfort?” Sheik laughed, this time. He considered the butler beside him, his gaze warming up.


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  “It depends on what kind of comfort that you are willing to offer.” Olwen’s stare lightened up and he shifted.


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  “Whatever you desire…” The bearish Sheikah murmured. Both men stared at each other for a moment.


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  “Then… I doubt this icy environment would be proper for what I have in mind.” Replied Sheik with a silky tone. Olwen chuckled.


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  “What? Playing bingo in the snow doesn’t interest you?” Surprised, Sheik blinked before he laughed.


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  “Feeling playful, hm?”


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  “Always, Dearest…”


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  “Olwen!” Both men turned around, surprised.

Tatl was storming through the snow and wind, walking straight towards the Sheikahs. Crying. Sheik and Olwen looked at each other and the butler sighed. The blond nodded and walked away. “I’ll see you later, then.” Said Sheik before disappearing.

Slightly irritated, Olwen turned to look at the Twili just in time to see her tackle him into a tight hug. Blinking and quite surprised by that sudden affection, he merely stared at the top of her head as she cried against his chest.

At some point, the scene was rather comical as the tall Sheikah merely stood still, eyes wider than usual and arms in the air as he did not know what to do, while Tatl was merely squeezing his waist tightly as she buried her face into his suit, crying like there was no tomorrow.

Blinking again, he risked caressing the top of her head, but his movement was clumsy as he wasn’t used at all to have someone that close to him. The Twili screamed something as she cried, but her sobs made it quite hard for the man to understand anything.

Patiently, he tried to understand what she was saying until he admitted himself that it was rather useless. At least, it would be until she would calm down enough to talk normally.

After some time, Tatl stopped trying to communicate as she merely rested her head against him, eyes open and staring at the snow at their feet. She sniffed, then looked up at her butler. Her eyes were almost as red as Olwen’s, now. “Why must it be so complicated?” She whispered. Tilting his head to the side, the silver-haired man waited for further explanations. Tatl looked down. “Link and Isca…” Under the mask, he smiled.

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  “What about them?” Olwen asked, his voice as calm as ever. Tatl sighed deeply.


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  “Oh well. I argued with both.” She walked away from the butler so she would have enough space to wipe her tears away. “I don’t know why I reacted this much, though.” She looked down. “I’m sorry…”


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  “You do not need to.”


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  “Yes… I interrupted you and Sheik…”


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  “Do not worry, we will have plenty enough of time to continue this discussion later.” Tatl nodded softly. “So, will you tell me what happened, now that you soaked my shirt?” He chuckled, which made the Twili smile.


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  “Nothing really interesting, now that I think about it… But… It started when Isca cornered me to question me about what happened in the cavern, with Link.” She shrugged lightly. “I told him that nothing happened, but he wouldn’t believe me…” Something in her voice –that was more confident now- sounded a little… guilty. “And we argued over that. Then, he left and Link came to see me…” She suddenly stopped talking.


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  “And what happened?”


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  “N-nothing…” Sighing, Olwen put a rather large and fatherly hand on Tatl’s shoulder. She looked up, brows shooting down in desperation.


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  “What happened?” His tone wasn’t menacing. He was calm and imperious; he was impressive. She swallowed her saliva and tears found their way back to her eyes and it burned her as she was growing irritated from all that crying, so she blinked and looked down.


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  “He… Was drunk and… And…” Tatl shrugged, holding a sob. “I drove him back quite harshly because he tried to… flirt and… And…” She looked up. “And he thought that there was something between him and me!” She started crying again, bringing her hands to her face. “And he thought so because, in the cavern, I… I let him kiss me! And I didn’t push him away…!” Once again, her head found its way to the silver-haired man’s chest.


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  “And why are you crying over that?” Olwen asked, quite… startled by her sudden over-emotional reactions.


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  “I don’t know, Olwen!” He hesitated slightly before he hugged the Twili -his master- against him. Tatl hugged him back, tighter than earlier.  “I don’t understand why I react like this!” Olwen smiled and caressed her hair once again, but he wasn’t as clumsy as before.

Perhaps she didn’t understand, but he did. And he did too well.

***

                A few bottles and a few hours later, Link was still sitting at the same table as before. Absently, he stared at his glass as he slowly played with it, making the wine move in soft waves of deep crimson colour. Comfortably seated onto his wooden chair, his mind was empty of everything as nothing but the blurry noises of the inn entered his clouded mind.

                And the murmurs of his libido that only seemed to be more and more demanding.

                There were a few women in the inn, but the Hylian was way too drunk and lazy to actually get up and flirt. And sincerely, he wasn’t even sure he remembered how to talk.

                The thought made him chuckle.

                The light to his right was cut out momentarily and before he found enough energy to look in that direction, someone was sitting beside him.

                Hoping it would be Sheik with all his might, he turned to look at the newcomer.

                Sitting beside him was a Leyawiin woman. She had that greyish skin and that black and velvety hair that fell over her shoulders that everyone in the village seemed to be born with. Her eyes were a darker shade of lilac than Erk’s.

                She sat there, her long and slender legs crossed under a peasant dress. The corset she wore only revealed how curvy her hips and how big her breasts were. She smiled to him.

                Link sat up straight and looked at her. “I see that you fancy our wine, stranger.” She said in a very, very flirty way. Or perhaps Link’s mind was only clouded with lust. He cleared his throat and smiled.

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  “I would fancy something else too.” He replied, looking at her in a way that revealed his intentions… And that he was seeing through her clothes. She laughed, and Link thought she sounded like a cat.


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  “Well, Handsome… What do you have in mind?” And with that, she rested a hand on his thigh… Before caressing her way up under his tunic. Needless to say, she found what she was looking for soon enough. Link chuckled lowly.


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  “You haven’t told me your name, or I’m too drunk to remember?” She laughed again with that same feline tone of voice.


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  “Viviane.” He nodded.


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  “I’m Link.” The Hero smiled. “And if you continue the way you do, you better remember it as you’ll be screamin’ it until tomorrow morning…” He chuckled once again and was surprised at how confident he sounded, even if he wasn’t sure if she had one head or twelve.


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  “Is that so…? Then perhaps we should go somewhere else?” She laughed lowly, sensually before getting closer to him. They stared at each other before she neared her face –her lips- to his ear. “I wouldn’t want the whole village to join if you are as skilled as you pretend.” Link shivered.


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  “I… I have a room…” Softly, she bit his earlobe and played with his earring with her tongue.


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  “I know.” Suddenly, she moved away and got up. Obviously, Viviane was taller than him. Link did the same right after, once against surprised at how steady he was.

And Viviane walked away, towards the Hero’s room, swinging her hips. Hypnotised by that movement, the Hylian followed and he was suddenly quite glad that his chainmail was heavy enough to press against him and hide his erection…

***

                Tatl walked into the inn, decided to go and talk to Link even if he was drunk to death. Olwen had convinced her quite easily that she needed to do so. In facts, he had only pointed what was the truth.

                And it was about time that she accepted it.

                With determination, she walked into the inn and tried to spot the Hero, but it was useless as he wasn’t there anymore. However, a table full of empty bottles caught her attention.

                She sighed, thinking that he probably was asleep. Or sick.

                Anyways, she knew where his room was and she was heading there.

                Or so she thought.

                As she approached the stairs to go up into the hallway that leaded to the bedrooms, she saw the black haired mage who stood at the welcoming counter. He looked quite desperate. Curious, Tatl neared him as he was talking with the admission lady. “What do you mean, with Viviane?” Asked Erk, as he seemed impatient.

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  “He went into his room with Viviane. I am sorry, sire mage.” The greyish man ran a hand into his hair.


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  “And you didn’t stop them?” The lady merely stared at him.


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  “If you would have seen them, neither would have you.” Erk growled slightly.


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  “What is… going on?” Asked Tatl as she appeared beside the dark haired man. He looked at her.


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  “Your Hero is stupid.” Simply stated Erk before walking away. The turquoise haired woman blinked before grabbing the mage’s wrist. Dangerously, he glared at her.


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  “What do you mean, ‘stupid’?” She asked before letting go of him.


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  “You will learn soon enough.” With a last glance, Erk walked away. Tatl stared at his back as he left.


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  “Milady?” Called the woman behind the counter. The Twili turned to look at her.


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  “…Yes?”


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  “The man who shares your bedroom has gone in. He asked me to tell you that he wished to talk with you.”


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  “Thank you.” Whispered Tatl before smiling softly. “I will join him, then.” She turned around and walked up the stairs, heading into her shared bedroom.

The road to her bedroom wasn’t long, but it seemed like it took her an eternity to reach the door. She rested her hand on the knob before looking to the door beside hers. It was Link’s room. Staring at the door, she wondered if she should barge in and see what he was doing… Hadn’t she heard Erk and the lady at the counter say that he was with some Viviane?

She gritted her teeth and glared at the Hylian’s bedroom door before snorting and entering her own bedroom.

Already with another woman, yes?

Maybe she didn’t have to talk to him, after all.

***

                Link let his fall back against the wall. Eyes closed, his breathing increased more and more, until breathing through his mouth seemed a better option than using his nose. Stripped of his equipment, tunic, chainmail and hat, he raised his shirt lightly to spare some laundry later. His pants and boxers were down to his knees –which were starting to shake- as Viviane was quite skilled at what she was doing.

                Down on her knees, she had pulled the upper part of her dress down to reveal her heavy breasts which bounced with every movement she made. Still with that feline and hungry stare, she looked up at him as she sucked skilfully on the Hylian’s proud member. Working with her mouth, her right hand pumped him as her other one massaged his testicles.

                Link didn’t even felt the need to thrust against her as she was skilled enough to drive him crazy.

                He groaned softly as he felt the pressure of a strong orgasm build itself inside of him, and he pushed his head more into the wall to keep him from actually collapsing on the floor. “Shit…” he whispered as he rested a hand on Viviane’s head.

                She laughed sensually. Link moaned loudly when the vibration of her amusement reached his too sensitive self. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed a handful of black hair and thrusted his hips forward. Viviane, not surprised at all by his movement, smiled before she allowed the Hylian’s length to penetrate into her throat.

                And that was just enough to make Link moan one last time before he spilled his seeds into the woman’s mouth.

                Into his head, the strength of the orgasm made him see the veins into his eyelids and the world seemed red for the time it lasted. Every muscle in his body seemed more contracted than it could be possible as he released what seemed to be gallons of sperm into the poor woman’s mouth.

                Hell, he would remember that night!

                Finally, Link sighed as the waves of the after orgasm slowly faded. He let go of Viviane’s hair and looked down at her, smiling. He chuckled. “How many times a day do you do that to be that fuckin’ good?” He asked, his voice husky. Viviane looked up at him, still smiling naughtily and she wiped her mouth.

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  “That’s not of your business, hm?” He laughed.


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  “You’re right.”

She got up, still with that smile of hers and she walked towards the bed. She rested a knee on the mattress before looking at Link, seductively. Slowly, she started to undo her corset, making her shoulders roll sexily as she did so, dancing to an unheard music.

He stared at her, feeling himself getting hard again.

Soon enough, she discarded the corset and cupped her breast while biting her lower lip. Viviane played with her nipples, making them harden considerably before she let one of her hand caress its way down to her knee –the one resting on the mattress. She moaned softly, letting her head fall back before grabbing the rim of her dress and slide a hand underneath.

Slowly, she discovered her thigh to the night air until she showed openly her womanhood to the man standing before her. Looking provocatively at him, she started to caress herself.

Link took his shirt off. The temperature had risen up quite quickly. Staring at her, he mimicked her and started to rub himself, groaning in approval.

She rolled her hips against her hand and a wet noise echoed into the room as she pushed a finger into herself. Softly, she purred and stared at the hero. “Come and get me…” Viviane whispered.

Link chuckled as he looked at her. He took a step away from the wall so he would have enough space to undress himself completely. The dark haired woman stared at his body hungrily as he did so.

Perhaps he wasn’t tall or particularly muscular, but the Hylian sure looked like the God of Sex when he stood naked with that over-confidence of his… 

Grinning, Link walked towards the bed.

In a matter of seconds, he was on top of Viviane and she purred delightfully as he licked his way up her thigh. She moaned, pushing her crotch against his touch. Link chuckled as he teased her opening with his finger. “Sit up so I can undress you properly.” He whispered, his tone commanding and so very low.

Viviane obeyed, laughing like a nymph as he undressed her completely. Legs wide, she plunged her burning stare into his as he merely stood on his knees and looked at her. His calculating eyes examined her body before he smiled and lowered himself on her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, caressing her sensitive skin with his tongue and teeth, sucking on it. Viviane moaned softly as she caressed his hair and pushed her lower body against Link’s burning skin.

He let his weight fall upon his knees and right forearm as his left hand slowly, teasingly, caressed, brushed and touched its way down to her womanhood once again. When his fingers found her silky black pubic hair, he slowed his movement until it almost became unbearable for the greyish woman underneath him.

She growled impatiently and he answered by biting lightly on her nipple. She gasped at the exact same time he pushed two fingers into her folds.

And she gasped once again when, a second later, he started to rub against her G-spot.

And Viviane started to scream.

She pushed his head against her breast and wrapped her legs tightly around the Hylian’s waist as he didn’t spare the poor girl.

And even as she shook into his hands as if she was about to explode, Link, through his clouded mind, didn’t think that it was enough.

He sat up, which surprised her, but he didn’t stop rubbing her inner wall with intensity. However, he rested his right hand on her pubis and, staring straight at her, his right thumb brushed her clitoris once.

She bit her lip, moaning, and he stopped moving, completely. Surprised, Viviane looked up. She opened her mouth to speak.

And he started moving again both hands at the same time, pressing quite hardly against her sensitive spots as he massaged them with skills.

She screamed, grabbing the sheets tightly and she spreaded her legs as far as it was possible.

Link looked down at her as she was pleading, screaming, shaking. He stared at that woman as he made her cum once, twice. He did so as if he was looking through at glass at some trivial, every day event. Emotionlessly, emptily, he stared at her as she ejaculated in his hands. Her screams wouldn’t even reach him.

And he briefly wondered why he so suddenly lost interest in this rather hot situation.

And she said something. She repeated a few times, but he wasn’t paying attention. “…Me…” He looked at her. “Take me.”

Ah yes, he was almost forgetting.

Link removed his hands and as he started to install himself to penetrate her, he froze. Viviane looked at him, not understanding. “Is… Is something wrong?” Her voice sounded tired, now that she had screamed. He blinked a few times, a hand wrapped around his member, the other one around her hip.

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  “Turn around.” He whispered. Perplexed, she examined him.


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  “From… Behind?”


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  “Get on your hands and knees.” He was commanding. Surprised, the black haired woman hesitated. “Go.” He barked and she obeyed, visibly a little scared.

Soon enough, Link was staring at her backside and her buttocks. He rubbed himself lightly, staring at her derrière before finally closing the distance between them, a hand on her hip, the other one guiding himself into her soaked opening.

And without warning, he thrusted hardly.

She screamed and with each powerful thrust, a high-pitched moan escaped her lips.

Breathing deeply with every thrust, Link closed his eyes as he let his rhythm build itself instinctively. He liked it hard and quick; he liked to go as deeply as possible with every movement of his hips and feel the walls around him clench themselves. He liked how a woman’s inside was hot and welcoming and there was nothing that he loved more than to hear a pretty girl scream as her own juice dripped down her thighs as he took her.

But right now, he had for some weird reason, a hard time to concentrate on the lady in which he was thrusting.

But he wouldn’t ignore how tight she was around him though.

Biting his lower lip, he opened his eyes.

And he blinked.

He was suddenly moving in slow motions. He wasn’t breathing anymore and there were no noise. The bed wasn’t creaking and the girl didn’t scream.

And between his hands, the skin was suddenly much paler and slightly glowing with a pinkish hint to it. The hair that covered her shoulders weren’t black, but turquoise, wavy and shiny. She turned her head. She was smiling, simply smiling at him. Her magenta eyes wide open as she looked happy. As she was smiling happily at him.

For him.

He thrusted once again and blinked.

The noises were back. The skin was grey and the hair black and covering her face. He could see her breasts bounce violently with every thrust.

Link growled fiercely, so very angry and he increased his speed. He increased the intensity of his hits.

Because right now, he was hitting, he wasn’t thrusting.

He wanted to hurt her for taking his vision away. He wanted to fuck her to death.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!”

No! She shouldn’t like that! He was hurting her! He wanted to!

“Oh yes!”

Shaking, he kept growling menacingly as the bed made noises so it suggested it was about to break down to pieces.

And with one last thrust, one last attack of his hips, he came, growling loudly.

He heard her scream more loudly as well and her whole body trembled between his hands as she climaxed.

As if he was witnessing the scene instead of living it, he saw himself fall on the bed and close his eyes. He ran a hand in his hair, panting.

And then, he blacked out.

***

                Tatl and Isca were lying in bed beside each other, fully awake and they stared at the ceiling. They hadn’t talked much since Tatl had walked into the room. The knight had merely hugged her and said he was sorry for behaving the way he did.

                She smiled and said it was okay.

                But deep inside, she was not okay. It was not Isca’s fault, not at all. It was her own fault for being weak and selfish.

                And she needed so much to talk to Link…

                And then, as he was hugging her, they heard him moan for the first time. And quickly after, he repeated that… Noise.

                But it was nothing, or really nothing, compared to the screams of that woman he was fucking. Oh yes, the term was well chosen; he surely wasn’t making love to that… lady.

                Tatl grabbed the sheets tightly as she listened to the noise her neighbours were making.

                A hundred and eighty-six… A hundred and eighty-seven…

                In her mind, she counted the number of times that the woman had screamed so far.

                She was deeply irritated. So was Isca, but obviously, it was not for the same reasons. He merely hated Link to start with; hearing him having sex and keeping the knight from sleeping was only getting on his nerves.

                But never as much as it got on Tatl’s nerves.

                She would have sworn that her knuckles were white because of how tight she was squeezing the blankets. Not only was it profoundly irritating to hear that… bitch yell, but it was only proving to the Twili that she was like any other woman to him.

                And a few hours before, he dared to tell her that he thought that there was something special between them?

                Now, he sure sounded like there wasn’t anything really out of the ordinary between the fluorescent woman and the depraved Hero of Time. He merely wanted to get in her skirts. Just like he wanted to get in any woman’s skirts.

                Tatl fought back a growl.

                And she tried to believe that this was the only reason why she was this angry, but she knew better. In fact, the Twili was, incredibly jealous.

                Tatl wasn’t much of a jealous woman –contrarily to the man she was dating- but now, that feeling was overwhelming as she couldn’t stop herself from thinking that, perhaps if she hadn’t pushed him away she would have been-

                No. She was not allowed to think such things.

                Even less when Isca was right beside her.

                She closed her eyes and took a decision; from now on, it was over between her and Link. Nothing had happened yet, true, but it was over. He had proved how much of a great man he was. Oh yes.

                To another woman.

                She turned on her right side, showing her back to Isca. He looked at her, but decided she wasn’t in a good mood because of all that noise the Hero made.

                Staring into the darkness, a single tear fell from her eye as Tatl waited for the morning to come.

***

                Link had no need to open his eyes to know that the weakest of light would kill him on the spot. Growling, he put his hand over his eyes and forehead, covering them as an army of elephant stomped his cranium from every directions at the same time.

                And sincerely, he didn’t feel like opening his eyes as he had a distinct feeling that he had done something stupid the previous night.

                A finger traveled up his torso and a womanly laugh echoed in his head. He groaned before whining softly.

                Oh yes… He remembered now…

                “Good morning, Handsome…” Her finger made small drawings on his pectorals as Viviane neared her naked body to Link’s. He would have rolled his eyes if this wouldn’t have meant a lot of pain.

                She giggled.

                And he discovered that he hated that noise when not coming from Tatl.

                He moved away and decided that he should try to sit. But his head was way too heavy to raise it from the pillow. She played in his hair softly, but to him, it felt like she was pulling on them with all her strength.

                Yet, he didn’t have the courage to talk and tell her to “fuck off”.

                And suddenly, he heard the noise of an opening door and he felt like laughing out loud as he imagined the face of whoever had entered the room.

                Viviane gasped and covered herself with the blanket as she stared straight at Sheik who looked back at her with much, much indifference. The blond crossed his arms over his chest and installed himself casually against the doorframe. “Link. Time to get up.” The Hylian didn’t move. Instead, Viviane glared at the Sheikah.

• 
  “Who are you?” She spat at him. Sheik glared back at her.


• 
  “His lover. Now, get out of here.” She gasped and looked down at Link who was rather still. “Link.” Warned the Sheikah. Finally, the Hylian waved at him.


• 
  “Comin’…” His voice was barely audible and he, very slowly, sat up. Taking his hand away from his face, he opened his eyes and winced in pain automatically.


• 
  “Quicker than that.” Commanded Sheik.


• 
  “Wait, the light is tearing my eyes apart…” The dark blond complained. Viviane looked at him.


• 
  “I’ll see you again?” She asked, out of the blue. Forcing himself to look at her, he blinked.


• 
  “No.” He answered as if it was obvious. She glared at him and Sheik chuckled. Link got up, slowly, exposing his nakedness to anyone who happened to look into the room. “I prefer Sheik’s ass. He’s tighter.” The Sheikah chuckled once again and, offended, Viviane got up, took her clothes and walked up to Link. She slapped him hardly before disappearing into the inn, bringing the blankets with her.

Smiling softly, Sheik walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Link dressed up as quickly as he could.

It took him twenty minutes.

The blond merely looked at him as he struggled to put on his chainmail.

And once Link was fully dressed and equipped, he stared at the Sheikah with reddened eyes. “I’m not a dwarf.” Sheik blinked.

• 
  “… I’m waiting for the conclusion that’ll enlighten this last statement, now.” Link chuckled, which made him groan in pain.


• 
  “I can’t drink that much.” The blond laughed.


• 
  “Indeed, you can’t.” Both men stared at each other a moment.


• 
  “Sheik…” Link’s voice sounded suddenly very childish.  “I… I’m really sorry…” Coming from anyone else in the universe, Sheik wouldn’t have flinched and simply nodded. But coming from Link… Something, some light, appeared into his bloody gaze.


• 
  “I know.” Was all he could reply before Link hugged the blond Sheikah tightly. Smiling, Sheik allowed himself to close his eyes in the embrace and he sighed softly. He chuckled. “Yes, I also love you.” The Hylian chuckled softly before letting go of him. They smiled to each other. “Now, let’s go; we have an important meeting ahead that we cannot attend without the Hero of Time.” Link nodded.


• 
  “Lead on, baby.”

***

                Taking a first step outside of the corridor, Link’s sudden good mood changed drastically as his stomach seemed to be ravaged by an earthquake. Swallowing back a rather large amount of bile, the Hylian leaned against the wall next to his room and stared down at the floor with wide eyes. Cold sweat covered his whole body as he shook lightly and blinked.

                Suddenly, his headache was the last of his problems.

                Sheik turned to look at his little brother and furrowed as he remarked in which lamentable state Link was. He crossed his arms over his chest, seeming somehow worried.“I-“

• 
  “Yes, you did.” Cut in Link as he kept his stare on the floor. “I shouldn’t have… Drank that much…” Sheik sighed and he neared the dirty blond and rested a hand on the green-clad hero.


• 
  “Would you prefer to stay in bed?” Rather surprised, the Hylian looked up and offered the Sheikah a perplexed expression.


• 
  “Yeah. But I won’t. And I’m surprised you even asked.” Both men stared at each other before Sheik took three steps back.

And he did so right before Link threw up directly where the blond was standing, a second earlier.  Sheik sighed softly as he watched the Hylian empty himself at his feet.

Wiping his mouth, Link merely rested his back against the wall. His head followed and he closed his eyes, his skin still covered in sweat. “I’m ready, now.” He whispered, after a moment. The Sheikah chuckled.

• 
  “Readier than ever.”

***

                It was only when four people glared daggers at him that Link realized that everyone in the village was aware that he had slept with some woman the previous night.

                And it was only then that he really realized how Sheik was his only ally.

                Pale and feeling rather sick, the Hylian got closer to the Sheikah beside him. Looking elsewhere, Tatl crossed her arms under her breasts as she felt that she was about to explode and kill the apparently-Hero right there and now.

                She wasn’t exactly sure why she was reacting that much, but she wouldn’t show the Hylian how angry she was. Instead, Tatl decided that she would be indifferent to him and his actions.

                And beside her, Erk merely stared at the sick man. He blinked a few times as he examined the poor appearance of the Hero and he sighed. From the inside. “We are late.” He bluntly pointed out. 

                Link looked up at him briefly before nodding slightly. “Then, let’s go.” Answered Sheik.

                The mage nodded as well before turning around. And glaring at the Hylian one last time, the rest of the crew followed him.

                Link held each of his comrades’ angry stares with strength as he wasn’t one to feel ashamed of his lack of morality. However, when Tatl merely turned and walked away –without offering him a murderous look- the Hylian’s more or less proud attitude fell as he stared at her backside.

                He had hoped that she would give him a poisonous glance; he wanted her to yell at him. He wanted her to be hurt.

                Because that would have proved that he was meaningful to her; that she appreciated him.

                But the Twili had merely walked away. No reaction, no nothing.

                Jaws tightly clenched, Link witnessed as the woman he had feelings for walked away from him, ignoring him, and he thought that he suddenly felt sicker. He looked away and Sheik examined him a moment. “Are you going to be sick again?”

• 
  “I’d hope so…” Whispered Link. Sheik gave him a questioning look, but the Hylian was already following the small group. The Sheikah followed.

***

                Of course, the room that they were looking for was at the top of the tower, and climbing stairs for half an hour wasn’t exactly healthy for a specific Hero who was about to throw up a bucket of bile, for he had already taken care of what had been in his stomach on his way.

                But nevertheless, the small group finally reached the top floor. And they did so just in time to let the Hylian’s stomach calm down slightly.

                Before them stood open gigantesque doors. Erk entered the room before them with Nami –in her human shape- on his heels. And in a matter of seconds, the rest of the group was inside as well.

                It was an immense and round room all made of grey stones. Ahead of them was an impressive window that offered a fantastic sight upon the kingdom of Hyrule and the mountains of Snowpeaks. Shelves and shelves of books occupied most of the space, as well as some small tables that, as Erk had informed them, were casting and summoning tables.

                And before that window was a desk of massive wood on which papers laid scattered, and behind that furniture was standing a man who turned his back to them.

                Respectfully, Erk stopped walking at a safe distance and he bowed softly. The unknown man turned around, finally.

                More white than grey, the old man examined each member of the team attentively. He had those piercing and yet wises purplish eyes that everyone in the village seemed to have, and he wore dark violet mages robes as well as a tall hat of the same color. Complicated and probably magical silver designs added patterns to his clothes, which proved more extravagant than anyone else’s attire in Leyawiin. “As you requested, I have brought them, Master.” Said Erk. The old and wise man nodded softly before joining his hands into his back.

• 
  “That, I have seen.” He had a voice that resembled Rauru’s. In fact, Link thought that he looked very much like a grayish version of Rauru, but skinnier and with more hair. The elder rested his eyes upon Nami a moment and the fairy felt uncomfortable, though she held the man’s gaze with courage.


• 
  “I-I am the Great Deku Tree’s… Messenger… My lord.” She whispered. The elder nodded.


• 
  “That is what I thought, thank you for answering my silent question, Great Fairy.” Nami nodded softly. And the old man turned his attention to Link.


• 
  “Words travel fast amongst us, young man.” He was going to throw up again. Link felt it.


• 
  “That is why we have tongues, I guess.” He replied, nervous as he looked around for something in which he could vomit soon enough. A plant was nearby.


• 
  “Be polite, Hero.” Snapped Nami. Link looked up at her, surprised.


• 
  “It is not very well seen to walk into a city in which the culture is not the same and act like a barbarian.” Continued the Elder. The dirty blond looked back at him.


• 
  “What?” Asked the Hylian, now perplexed. Sighing, Erk got closer to Link.


• 
  “That woman, last night…” Started the mage, whispering.


• 
  “What about that whore?” A very icy gust of wind blew into the room.


• 
  “… Well…” Continued Erk. “She is the Elder’s daughter.” Sheik brought his open palm to his face, closing his eyes and sighing as Link’s eyes widened.


• 
  “…What?” Breathed the Hylian as Sheik shook his head slightly, beside him, cursing mentally.


• 
  “You heard well, young man.” The voice of the elder was icy. It was pretty much like he breathed ice, in fact. Link, nauseous and now quite scared, turned his head in almost slow-motion to look at the old man.


• 
  “I’m…” Link marked a pause as everyone was now staring at him in an eerie silence, hoping he was about to apologize. The Hero swallowed his saliva. “I’m… Going to be sick!” And very, very quickly, he moved to the plant nearby and threw up in its pot.


• 
  “Farore… Have mercy…” Whispered Nami as she stared at the sick Hylian.


• 
  “I don’t think mercy will be enough…” Pointed Olwen –who stood beside the plant.


• 
  “And so you dare bring upon me this pathetic excuse of a man and present him as the legendary hero of Time?” The elder’s voice was dead cold. He took a step forward, glaring darkly at the entire crew.

Link let his weight fall down to the ground as he kneeled beside the poor plant. Shaking because of the efforts his body had made to throw up bile, he ran a hand over his forehead to wipe the sweat away.

And he heard footsteps coming his way.

He closed his eyes a moment, feeling like he was about to be scolded. No, not scolded; he was about to be given a lesson of wisdom by an imposingly wise old man who had all the reasons in the world to be willing to tear his head apart.

And sincerely, between being hanged naked above a pit filled with hungry lions and be humiliated until his self-esteem would fall down to pieces and evaporate, Link preferred the first option.

So, the elder stopped right before the Hero. Link looked down at the man’s feet, not daring to look up. Not daring to confront that man before him.

And it sure was the first time in his life that he wasn’t ready for a saucy argumentative session.

“Look up at me.” Link shut his eyes tightly as he took a deep breath. “Look up, now.” Acting like a child about to be scolded by his father, the Hero finally looked up. “Why did you come all the way here?” The Hylian studied the old man’s expression a moment. He didn’t look angry; he looked furious, but wisely furious. This was only scarier.

• 
  “For… We came to… The Fire Rod…” Link answered, his voice quite small; so was his confidence.


• 
  “Why did you come all the way here?” The elder repeated. Visibly, the Hylian’s answer hadn’t been good enough…


• 
  “I told you… Zelda sent us to get-“


• 
  “I know what the princess wishes. I know why your comrades follow you and endure your pathetic masquerade. What I do not know is why you do what you do.” Link blinked, speechless.


• 
  “What… I do?”


• 
  “What is it that you do?”


• 
  “I… Don’t understand…”


• 
  “Nami is the messenger of the Great Deku Tree and your guide. Erk is looking for pacts with spirits. Sheik is your protector. Olwen has the duty of looking over the Twilight Princess. Isca is assigned to this mission, but he aspires to save the kingdom and Tatl wishes to find freedom. So now, I ask it again; what do you do?” The whole group looked at each other, surprised to have been discovered this easily by the old man. And yet, they understood what the elder meant. So did Link. Blinking, the Hero looked at the wise man before staring down at the ground.


• 
  “I… Don’t know.” He finally whispered, understanding. “I have no purpose, I guess.” And he chuckled very, very bitterly.


• 
  “A man who fights for something has a cause, and therefore, something to lose. And it is those men who have something to lose who save kingdoms and become Heroes.” The elder marked a pause. “But you. You have nothing to fight for. You are nothing.” Turning around, the old man walked away to look out the window and stood silent a moment. “I shall anyways grant you the Fire Rod.” Nami sighed softly. “Though it is not because I pity you or because I await you to become a great man; I will do so because I owe the Royal Family. Erk, you shall go with them.” The mage bowed.


• 
  “Yes, Master.”


• 
  “Now, off with you.”

Turning around, the crew started to exit the room. Everyone but Nami, who kept her back to Link, head down and hidden into her hair. In silence, she clenched and unclenched her fists a few times before turning around sharply and walking straight towards the supposed-to-become Hero.

Link looked up just in time to see the cute little fairy’s features be twisted in rage before she grabbed one of his ears and pulled on it. Moaning in surprise and pain, Link got up quickly as Nami started to drag him out of the room.

Surprised, the rest of the group stood where they were and watched as the small fairy pulled Link far enough from the room.

When Nami judged they were far enough, she released the young man’s ear only to slap him hardly enough on the cheek to create an echo in the corridor.

Surprised, pained and simply shocked, Link looked at her with wide eyes as he brought a hand to his cheek. Boiling, the small woman glared up at him, growling. “What kind of stupid asshole are you?!” She screamed. Hearing Nami using such words was almost more shocking for the Hylian than her outburst. “You have brought upon us, Farore and yourself great shame! Don’t you have any sense of shame?!”

Link merely stared at the fairy, his ears going down as he now felt even more horrible… The elder’s scolding hadn’t been enough, apparently, to remember him how stupid he could be. “You look like a wreck, smell like shit and DARE to add to your… your vulgarity by acting like you did?!” She was disgusted by him. There was no better word to describe her attitude. “Don’t you have any idea about what respect and self-respect are?!” She growled, glaring at him darkly.

• 
  “I… I’m sorry, Nami…” He whispered.


• 
  “Apologizing won’t be enough, you stupid moron!” She hissed. “It won’t prove anyone anything as we have seen how far down you are willing to go!” She slapped him again, on the other cheek.

Nami took a step back and transformed into her fairy shape and she flew away, disappearing into the tower.

Link stood where he was, still looking in the direction that the small fairy’s hand had forced him to. He didn’t blink.

***

                Camping in the middle of Snowpeaks wasn’t the greatest of environment. It was cold and the wind was icy even close to the big fire that the group had made.

                Erk wasn’t affected by the low temperatures; he had grown in Leyawiin and in the icy mountains. Therefore, he sat a little away from the fire as he inspected the Fire Rod he held. He knew the elder would send him with the Hero’s group since they needed a mage to use the rod and, well, he needed to get away from the mountains anyways, and that was the occasion he had waited for…

                As for Nami, she was sitting beside the mage, slightly ashamed of her previous outburst and now feeling a little guilty as Link had disappeared.

                Indeed, the Hero was gone.

                After they had set the camp, Link had merely walked away, alone. And he hadn’t spoken ever since Nami had last slapped him.

                And when Link did not speak, it usually announced a big catastrophe.

                Sheik wasn’t quite showing his anxiety, but he was worried to know that his little brother was away, somewhere in the cold snow, alone.

                And unarmed.

                Beside Link’s tent, he had dropped all of his equipment. He didn’t have his chainmail on neither; merely his clothes and the green leather tunic.

                Therefore, if he were to be attacked, he was defenseless.

                Sheik thought that he should look for the Hylian. In fact, he was sure that he should, but he was also sure that Link needed to be alone. If he had wanted to talk to him, he would have fetched him.

                Beside the fire, Tatl sat. She was tightly wrapped into her cape and had pulled the hood over head as she stared at the fire. She was tired, but she was also worried. As far as she knew the Hylian, Link was a bastard, that was for sure, but he didn’t deserve to be treated so badly.

                He was not a bad man. He only needed a push in the right direction to become…

                To become.

                And guiltily, she wondered if it was not her fault that all this drama had occurred… If Tatl thought about the chain of events, if she hadn’t turned him down like she had done at the inn, the previous night, she could have stopped him from drinking and he wouldn’t have slept with the elder’s daughter…

                Therefore, he wouldn’t have looked like a corpse before the elder and probably would have put up a better performance.

                And he would have looked less miserable.

                It was useless to hide it; Link had fallen for Tatl and she was well aware.

                And sincerely, she did have a crush on him too…

                But with Isca being near, it wasn’t quite easy to get closer to the smaller Hylian and, anyways, she was in a relationship with the knight… And she didn’t believe that infidelity was an option, nor leaving Isca.

                Because she did love him, after all.

                And therefore, she had turn down Link harshly and was the cause of the poor man’s pitiful state, now.

                She felt horrible.

***

                Standing alone by himself, Link shivered as he looked up at the full moon. The wind blew nastily and icily on him, and he didn’t felt the inside of his thighs anymore.

                But he needed that little masochist activity to clear his mind.

                What was he fighting for, exactly?

                The elder had said it; everyone had a purpose, a mission, into the group. Everyone but him.

                Technically, it wasn’t right since the Hylian was supposed to save the world, and therefore, his purpose should have been to be the Hero of Time.

                But was he really that Hero?

                In fact, he had denied all the way that he was a hero, that he was going to save the kingdom and fight evil. He hadn’t believed at all. He never believed that HE could do that.

                And up until now, he had assumed that Sheik would always be there; that Isca would always finish off the big monster and that someone would do his job in his stead.

                Link hadn’t realized how the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders until now.

                And he distinctly felt that he was much heavier, suddenly.

                Sheik wasn’t going to protect him eternally and the knight wouldn’t slay every beast on their way; he had to do it. Him.

                He was the Hero of Time.

                He.

                And all that time, he had been looking in all the wrong places, assuming that he had no real intention into saving the kingdom; assuming that he didn’t gave a shit about that world in which he grew up and in which people spat at his face during all his childhood.

                But now, he cared, and he knew that he did.

                Saving Hyrule didn’t mean to save only the nobles and the people Link hated with all his might; it also meant to assure a home for Sheik and the others.

                For Tatl.

                Saving Hyrule was not only assuring that the sun would still shine upon the castle; it would also shine upon all the people he loved and those he didn’t knew about.

                And he cared about those people.

                He cared about the crops and the cattle. He cared about the lakes and the mountains and the grass.

                Not saving Hyrule was killing everyone; it was destroying a world. It was destroying the Hylians, the Gorons, the Zoras, the Sheikahs, the Gerudos and the Kokiris.

                It was the end, merely.

                And Link hadn’t seen this. All that time, he had assumed that only his meaningless life was on the line; that he would be the only hero or the only dead man at the end.

                But he was wrong, and realizing such a truth brought so much suffering upon his mind that he hoped he would be able to continue his life the way he had lead it all along until then.

                But very visibly, that wouldn’t be possible anymore.

                And in the blink of an eye, he now had a purpose.

                He had something to lose.