Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction ❯ The Far Side of the Moon ❯ Formalities ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Angel's Wings 
Sheik can only wait for Link to return.
Non Anime: Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action / Psychological / Romance / Angst / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.20.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 166 | Status: Work In Progress
Sheik can only wait for Link to return.
Non Anime: Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action / Psychological / Romance / Angst / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.20.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 166 | Status: Work In Progress
Sometimes I’d have nightmares. It was always the same. I would see the princess standing in the Temple of Time, light surrounding her. I’ve figured her out to be the symbol of victory, as I’ve had this nightmare countless times. Link, with his faithful blue fairy and the Ocarina of Time, would reach out to her. Their hands would be mere inches from each other before I would stab the princess in the back with my dagger.
I’ve figured that I am to be Link’s demise, as I’m the one who destroys the victory he’s so close to obtaining. The fact that it’s the same dream again and again tells me that it’s a prophecy and not just a recurring nightmare. It was similar to the time that I’d dreamt about Link’s arrival and the dark clouds when I was still Princess Zelda.
Sometimes I wonder where Link is, but then I remember that he is an enemy now, and that when he does show up again, I will most likely be ordered to eliminate him. It gave me a bit of contentment that the one person who had placed Link into this monstrosity of events would be the one to free him from the inevitable.
But he takes care of me, and I am eternally grateful for that. I doubt I would have been able to survive on my own. Even with Impa’s help.
“You called, sir?” I asked, bowing before the Dark Lord. He only laughed.
“Sheik, you don’t have to be so formal with me,” he said, and I looked up at him in shock. Five years I’ve been formal with him. Why change now? He took my chin and gripped it tightly, turning my head side to side.
“You’re getting better at avoiding fights. Your face is becoming chillingly feminine, and I don’t want to risk using too much magic on you as someone might sense it.” He paused, examining my features. “I want you to start wearing a mask.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, out of habit more than anything. He frowned at me, but said nothing at the formality of my statement.
“I’ll have you one made by tomorrow morning. Go to bed, you look tired.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, pulling from his grip and walking past him. My shoulders were slumped, my eyes were most likely bloodshot, and I probably looked horrible.
What am I saying? I’m already stripped of my title. There is no more Princess Zelda. She doesn’t exist anymore. Only Sheik. The spy, the pawn… the son.
When will Link return?
I’m thankful for the birth control potion I’d found long ago and thought to write down. My mother told me that it would come in handy someday. That’s right. She had foresight as well. I got it from her. “It’s a blessing and a curse the same,” she’d tell me, and I’d smile and nod because I didn’t fully understand. I was only seven when she died.
Years ago, when I was still Princess Zelda, I would have laughed if someone had told me that I would be sleeping with the man who would take my country and turn it into hell. I would have told them that I would never do something so treacherous.
Not that I have a choice in the matter.
During the day, I am Sheik, a boy thief and a murderer, one of Ganondorf’s cohorts. When the sun sets and I’m back in the castle, I’m not a thief, a murderer, or a minion. I am a concubine. It isn’t the fact that it’s happening, as it was inevitable. I was a female, and a captive.
The fact that I enjoyed it was the part that scared me to death. I always tell myself that I hate him, and that he’ll never win, but in the back of my mind I know that he’s already won. He has my kingdom, and he has me. He really is a remarkable man.
He had finally returned, and I would be the one to greet him, to lead him astray, and to ultimately kill him. The irony of it all was fascinating.
I’ve figured that I am to be Link’s demise, as I’m the one who destroys the victory he’s so close to obtaining. The fact that it’s the same dream again and again tells me that it’s a prophecy and not just a recurring nightmare. It was similar to the time that I’d dreamt about Link’s arrival and the dark clouds when I was still Princess Zelda.
Sometimes I wonder where Link is, but then I remember that he is an enemy now, and that when he does show up again, I will most likely be ordered to eliminate him. It gave me a bit of contentment that the one person who had placed Link into this monstrosity of events would be the one to free him from the inevitable.
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It 217;s now been five years since Princess Zelda disappeared from the face of the earth. I’m a full-grown teenager now, and I’m starting to gain some of the features of a female, much to my displeasure, as I’ve been masquerading as a boy for quite some time. Thankfully, Ganondorf used a bit of magic to hide these features when I am not in the castle, letting me continue my little game. Five years is a long time to live with someone who took you from your home, forced you to take on a new identity, and intends to only use you as a tool later on down the road.But he takes care of me, and I am eternally grateful for that. I doubt I would have been able to survive on my own. Even with Impa’s help.
“You called, sir?” I asked, bowing before the Dark Lord. He only laughed.
“Sheik, you don’t have to be so formal with me,” he said, and I looked up at him in shock. Five years I’ve been formal with him. Why change now? He took my chin and gripped it tightly, turning my head side to side.
“You’re getting better at avoiding fights. Your face is becoming chillingly feminine, and I don’t want to risk using too much magic on you as someone might sense it.” He paused, examining my features. “I want you to start wearing a mask.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, out of habit more than anything. He frowned at me, but said nothing at the formality of my statement.
“I’ll have you one made by tomorrow morning. Go to bed, you look tired.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, pulling from his grip and walking past him. My shoulders were slumped, my eyes were most likely bloodshot, and I probably looked horrible.
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My hair has grown longer since my younger years. It’s long enough to pull back into a short ponytail, but not long enough to give away my identity or get in the way. I wish to keep my hair fairly short so no one will recognize me. After all, if anybody knew that Princess Zelda was a spy for Ganondorf, I would be stripped of my title in an instant.What am I saying? I’m already stripped of my title. There is no more Princess Zelda. She doesn’t exist anymore. Only Sheik. The spy, the pawn… the son.
When will Link return?
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It 217;s coming into the seventh year. I have lost all will to live, and I just want to die, or rather, be killed. I have stopped calling myself a pawn, as it is obvious I’m much more to him than that.I’m thankful for the birth control potion I’d found long ago and thought to write down. My mother told me that it would come in handy someday. That’s right. She had foresight as well. I got it from her. “It’s a blessing and a curse the same,” she’d tell me, and I’d smile and nod because I didn’t fully understand. I was only seven when she died.
Years ago, when I was still Princess Zelda, I would have laughed if someone had told me that I would be sleeping with the man who would take my country and turn it into hell. I would have told them that I would never do something so treacherous.
Not that I have a choice in the matter.
During the day, I am Sheik, a boy thief and a murderer, one of Ganondorf’s cohorts. When the sun sets and I’m back in the castle, I’m not a thief, a murderer, or a minion. I am a concubine. It isn’t the fact that it’s happening, as it was inevitable. I was a female, and a captive.
The fact that I enjoyed it was the part that scared me to death. I always tell myself that I hate him, and that he’ll never win, but in the back of my mind I know that he’s already won. He has my kingdom, and he has me. He really is a remarkable man.
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I was woken from my slumber by a bright light outside the window. I shifted in the bed; his grip tightened around my waist. I pried myself from him and stood up, grabbing my robe and tying the sash around my hips. I peered outside the window to see light shooting up from the direction of the Temple of Time.He had finally returned, and I would be the one to greet him, to lead him astray, and to ultimately kill him. The irony of it all was fascinating.