Wolves in the Walls

And another torture fic!

But this one is slightly different!

I'm trying to be different here!

So there.

Rated for obvious violence.

Easily NINE chapters…

Summary: Ganondorf has escaped the Sacred Realm, and gotten stronger because of it. Harmed with his new powers, he sets out to torment the Hero of Time.

Contains: Blood, violence, mentions of the Weaver, hellhounds, broken limbs, etc, etc.

I'm dying again.

I'm listening to Going Under at the moment…

It might influence my writing, but I doubt it.

Adult Link fic.

Shall we begin?

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Wolves in the Walls

Breakout

What's happened to you?
It's obvious you've changed
Something deep inside you is probably to blame
Must be lonely up there with your head up in the clouds
Even though you got there what does your conscience tell you now?

(Another sleepless night...)

Link sat out on the porch of his house, a glass of warm milk in his hands. He looked up at the stars idly. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, he just couldn't. It was almost like insomnia. Link sighed and looked back at the dancing fireflies. He smiled weakly and slowly drank his milk. Everything was over…or so it should be. Link wasn't sure.

Finishing his drink, he stood up and returned to his house. He set the glass down on the counter and went to what could pass for sleep. But his dreams were full of nightmares and dark things of the sort.

(Just another sleepless night...)

At the Temple of Time, a dead clam lay behind its locked doors. The caretaker had closed them long ago, and the only resident was the Weaver inside. She wove, and continued on until strange noises struck her from her daze. Her feet touched down on the stone floor and she cautiously stepped up to the Door of Time. She heard strange noised coming from behind it.

"Odd. I closed this door even thought Link still has the Master Sword, there should be no one behind this…" she said to herself, stepping back.

The door blew open, debris catching the Weaver off guard. She steadied herself, drawing reality around to hide her from sight. Her white and black eyes (not gray, one white and one black) widened in fear as the King of Evil strode confidently through the doorway.

Link's nightmares weren't nightmares. He was having premonitions and didn't know it. His dreams of Ganondorf returning were real, and he didn't know how real until he woke the next morning. There was a note tied with a blood red ribbon waiting for him when he stepped outside. Curiosity beat caution as Link took it inside. He opened it after he got dressed.

What he found inside was harrowing.

It was an invitation to a fight, signed by Ganondorf himself. Link picked the Master Sword off the wall, and shield from the corner of the room. He was ready to leave when he froze.

He heard the sound of hounds, vile and wicked. They were not the werewolves that roam the woods, nor were they the wild dogs. The sound was darker, more sinister. Link shuddered, banishing the sound from his mind. He left the forest quickly, he and Epona racing towards Kakariko graveyard.

Racing towards another battle…

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I'm falling forever.

I know it's short but the next chapters are better.