Disclaimer: I didn't make up The Legend of Zelda, or the majority of the characters in this story. Zelda belongs to Nintendo and frankly we're all better off that way.

Quick Notes: This story is a little intense and does contain both language and adult contents. It is rated in the M division for a reason. Now, some of you may recognize this story, because yes I did post something like this before. I wrote the previous version when I was much younger and posted it without much thought. Quite frankly after rereading it, I think it blew. I will be keeping the same basic storyline, but the major part of the story will be completely different.

Also, I do know that this should be more medieval, but there is one thing I cannot not have in this story; indoor plumbing.

This story takes place only a month or so after Link banished Ganondorf to the dark realm in Ocarina of Time. In this version Link did not return the Master Sword and the castle was restored by powerful sage magics. The rest of the details are in the story, so you can read that.

The Heaven & Hell Child

Chapter 1: The Truth

Zelda sat bolt up in her bed. Her breath was coming in deep breaths. Her entire body was burning hot, despite the freezing sweat that covered her, literally from head to toe. The material of Zelda's short nightgown clung to her body. Her hair was a complete mess, damp with sweat and in some places the strands were stuck together.

Zelda pulled the sheets aside and swung her legs over the bed. As she looked at her hands they were shaking. Her entire body was shaking for that matter. She wrapped her arms around herself and began to sob quietly.

It took Zelda several moments to regain control over herself. When she did she stood up and made her way into the restroom. A look in the mirror told her all that she suspected. Her face was chalk white. She needed to find a way to cool her body. She turned the facade and ice cold water poured into the sink. She splashed the cool liquid onto her face and let it run down her chest. The water soothed her, but it also took away her only distraction from her nightmare. Once she had soothed her body, she needed to worry about her mental discomfort.

Several hours later, Zelda peeled off the sticky nightgown and bathed herself. She put on a simple blue dress and went downstairs. The royal dinner hall was practically empty, despite the fact that the long table could seat several people at a time. At the moment the only other person in the room was Link. He was sitting in his assigned seat, feasting on the gourmet breakfast that was prepared every morning.

Zelda was pretty sure that Link had only agreed to move into Hyrule Castle because of the food service. All meals were prepared by first class chefs and most of the food was not eaten by the royal family and promptly given to the soldiers or the dogs.

Lately the soldiers and dogs ate like royalty on a regular basis since Link and Zelda were the only two who were given first privileges. Impa had left Hyrule Castle to be with the goddesses in the Shadow Temple and there was no King or Queen in Hyrule. In fact the only reason Zelda had not taken the throne was because she was not yet married. Her wedding day would also be her coronation day. And although Link was not technically royalty he did live in the castle and was to be treated with the same respect as Zelda herself.

Zelda took her seat directly in front of Link, and right beside the head seat. "Morning, Princess," Link said through a mouth of sausage.

"Good morning, Link," Zelda said, trying to ignore his eating manners.

"So, what's on the agenda today?" Link asked as he gulped down his food and added several slices of crispy bacon to his plate.

"Well I have a meeting with the leader of the freelance mercenary army," Zelda replied with a slight groan. She detested mercenaries of any sort and loathed the fact that she was being forced to hire them.

"And then?" Link continued.

"Well that should take up most of the morning. Then I have to set up contracts with Lon Lon Ranch, Kakario Village, the Zora Kingdom, and the Gorons," she replied, while mentally going over strategies to get each person to reinstate their contracts with the castle. It shouldn't be a problem for most, but there were a few who had been better off with the deals they made with Ganondorf who might need some persuading.

"And?" Link persisted.

"And then I have to deal with reestablishing the Hylian Army," she groaned. Of all the things Zelda was not looking forward to it was dealing with soldiers. The mercenaries she was planning on hiring were soldiers who had a very high reputation as it was. They had been one hundred percent against Ganondorf and had planned on taking him on. The leader had been established the army when Ganondorf murdered his father almost six years ago. Ever since then they had spent all their efforts on sabotaging the King of Evil's plans. This reputation made them perfect for the job Zelda had intended for them, but based on her only conversation with Sir. Nigel, the leader of the mercenaries, they would not become the Hylian Army anytime soon. This meant that Zelda would have to spend all sorts of time, money, and energy hiring a new army to work for her.

Zelda would be the first to admit that she knew almost nothing about soldiers. She had been trained in the most basic principles of the Shieka's ninja type fighting style. She honestly didn't know anything about advanced military combat. Upon confessing this to Link, he quickly volunteered to help hire strong military commanders and then help train the able bodied men who came to join later.

"Military, yes good. Then what?" Link continued with annoyance.

"By then I hope to go to sleep," Zelda said with an exasperated sigh.

"I have a better idea," Link said finally getting the right answer. "What if, you and I spent the night drawing up the plans for-,"

"-the new market town," Zelda finished with him.

Zelda smiled and sighed. "Link, I want to get this city back to the place we both remember, but it's not top priority," Zelda explained for what felt like the twentieth time.

"Come on. You said it yourself." Link stopped, straightened up, and put on a stingy, feminine voice. "The damned city is such an eye sore."

"We're not going through this again, Link," she said sternly.

"Oh we will go through this again, Zelda!" Link said opening his eyes wide and pointing his finger at her. "Pass the salt," he said putting his hand down and scooping a great deal of scrambled eggs onto his plate.

Zelda smiled and gave him the salt shaker. "You know we have more important things to deal with today. But, since it will be your birthday in a week, we can do it then, I promise," Zelda said putting up her right hand.

"Alright, fine," Link grumbled.

"Out of curiosity, how much have you eaten?" Zelda asked eyeing Link's almost empty plate, which had been refilled at least three times since she had come into the room.

"I didn't eat for seven years straight, Princess. How would you feel after that?" Link asked playfully as he pointed a fork at her.

"How much?"

Link pulled the lid off the rather large pot that the bacon was in and removed the lid that the eggs were in. Both were almost completely empty. "Throw in a few sausages," he added.

"Pig," she said as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"At least three in my gut by now," he said grabbing another sausage with his fork.

Zelda tried to ignore Link as she grabbed the large plate filled with freshly picked fruit.

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That night Link and Zelda supported each other as they walked towards their bedrooms. The day had gone well, but had been exhausting. Link had insisted on testing every raw recruit who came to join the military himself. This had delayed the screening process several hours. It was now close to midnight. The two of them were completely exhausted as they walked down the halls.

Link and Zelda's bedrooms were right next to each other, so it wasn't hard for Link to drop Zelda off in her bedroom and then go crash into his own bed. Link didn't even bother changing into his night shorts, while Zelda in the next room over forced herself to change into a nightgown, and neatly place her dress in the laundry basket, before going to sleep.

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Zelda was sitting upon the seat of the Queen in the Hyrule Castle Ball room. This room held quite a few of the princess's dearest memories. She had dreamed of her wedding to prince charming in here. A few of her coming out parties had been in this room.

At the moment the room was filled with people. Each of them were in some way a part of the high class of Hyrule. She could see Impa, Rauru, Durunia, Ruto, Nabooru, Saria, her parents, many of her dear friends from childhood, and several other people she had was known in the crowd. Each and every one of them was on the dance floor with a partner.

Zelda looked down at herself. She was still dressed in her nightgown. Her face went red. Why wasn't anyone making a big deal that she was dressed so inappropriately for such a party?

Zelda searched the crowd for help, her friend, and her love. It did not take long for her to find him. Link came strolling up the head of the room and got down on one knee. He was dressed in royal white ceremonial armor that would be fit for a true king.

"May I take this dance?" He inquired with a polite quality that Zelda knew Link didn't have.

"Link, look at me," Zelda said in clear shock.

"You look beautiful, just as you always do," Link replied as a crooked smile spread across his face.

"Link, I'm not in the proper attire to DO THIS!" Zelda's emphasis on the last two words came from the fact that Link had grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. The Hero of Time practically dragged the princess onto the dance floor. Everyone stepped back and made way. Soon they were the only ones on the floor, in the center. Link wrapped one arm around her waist and the other grabbed her hand. Zelda shrugged and wrapped her free arm around his shoulder. Slowly the two of them began to move to the romantic beat of the music.

The two of them were close to each other. They could feel the warmth radiating from the other's body. Zelda rested her head on his head and closed her eyes as they continued to dance.

Suddenly the music came to an abrupt stop. Link stopped moving just with the music. Zelda looked up to see what the matter was. She gasped. The entire room was different. The royal crimson tapestries that hung over the windows were now torn and tattered. The windows behind them were now shattered and freezing wind blew in and whipped the tapestries about. The candles in the chandelier above were now all blown out. The white marble floor was now black granite that made her feel cold.

"Isn't this better, Princess?" a cold voice asked. Zelda turned to face the man holding her. Link was gone. It was Ganondorf. "How do you feel?" He asked as he moved to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and began to massage her abdomen. "Is anything in there yet?" Ganondorf asked.

"I'm… I ah- a-I don't – I mean, I'm not sure," she stuttered.

"Well, I'll have to make you sure," Ganondorf said sadistically as he spun Zelda around to face him. She could feel the rough granite tear at the skin on her feat as he did this and she gave a slight whimper of pain.

Ganondorf smiled as he put both of his hands together, grabbing the collar of Zelda's gown. With one quick motion he tore the entire top portion of her outfit wide open.

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Link jumped out of bed as he heard Zelda's earsplitting scream penetrate the stone walls separating their bedrooms. He rushed out of his room and into Zelda's. He could not see if there was anyone else in the room since it was so dark.

He didn't care. He rushed over to Zelda, who was still screaming rather loudly and putting up some form of a struggle.

"Zelda!" Link cried as he shook her.

Zelda's eyes shot open. She felt the power of her magics swell within her fast and then release so fast that it took her a moment to figure out what happened.

Link on the other hand didn't need time to figure it out. Zelda had instinctively release all of her magic in every direction. The blast threw Link across the room and into her desk. It shattered every piece of glass in the room, including the windows. Everything else in the room was shaken but almost nothing was destroyed.

Zelda looked around and saw the dark figure on top of her desk. She began to crawl backwards as fast as she could, towards the balcony, which due to the blast didn't have a door anymore.

The princess didn't care about the fact that she could feel the glass biting into her hands and feet as she backed away. She just needed to get away. She saw the man get up from the desk and turn towards her.

"Stay away from me!" She screamed.

"Zelda, it's me!" Link cried.

Zelda stopped. "Link?" She whispered in relief. The Hero of Time rushed towards her and fell to his knees.

"Are you okay?" He asked trying to see if she was injured.

"Link, don't let him hurt me," Zelda sobbed as she fell forward into his arms.

"It's fine, it's okay. There's no one else here," he assured her as he pulled her close to him. He could feel the blood from her hands dripping onto his tunic and seeping onto his back. With absolutely no effort, he hoisted her into the air and into his arms. He took her out of the bedroom, into the hall, where the torches were always lit.

Zelda continued to beg Link to protect her, as he looked her over very carefully and assured her she was safe. She had cut her hands and feet on the glass. They would need tending. Her nightgown had been stained with blood, but aside from that, and the fact that she was scared half to death, she was fine.

"Zelda, it's okay," Link said soothingly as he pulled her into a hug.

"Link, don't let him do it again!" She sobbed. "Don't let him rape me again!"

Link's face went pale. "Again?" What did she mean by "again?" She had never been raped before… had she?

"Zelda what do you mean?" Link demanded. Zelda's face went sheet white. She realized what had happened. It had just been another nightmare. Over that she had told Link.

"Nothing," she said pulling away from him. "Just a nightmare," she said with a nod. "Just a nightmare," she repeated as if trying to reassure herself.

"Zelda, what did you mean by "again?"" Link insisted.

"It was nothing," Zelda said forcefully. "Nothing ever happened to me."

Suddenly it hit Link as if as physical blow. His jaw dropped. His face went another shade paler. "No," he whispered. "Zelda? It wasn't- It wasn't Ganondorf? Did he?"

Zelda looked at Link with a seething hatred. If nobody knew then what happened to her wasn't real. If it wasn't real she didn't have to deal with it. Link had just made it real. He had just made it the realest thing ever.

"Zelda!" Link whispered. "No."

"Take me down to the nurse, Link," she ordered gesturing at her bleeding feet.

"Zelda? Is it true?"

"Link, stop!" She screamed. "I do not want to discuss this!"

"By the gods," Link said clenching his fist. "That son of a bitch!"

"Link, please. My feet really hurt. Just take me to the nurse," Zelda begged softly. No one had ever had to beg Link for anything. He had never been so wrapped up in his own anger that he couldn't be reached just by speaking. This was the first time. Zelda's soft, pleading cry broke through and cleared the red haze that blurred his vision.

"I'm sorry, Zelda. Of course, the nurse."

Link got back down, picked Zelda up, and carried her down several halls, two flights of stairs, and into the royal emergency medic room. He sat Zelda down on a bed and went to find the nurse. They returned only a moment later.

Zelda's cuts had not been deep. They were surface skin damages only. They only needed to be cleaned and wrapped. Once the nurse had done that, Zelda asked Link to wait in the hall for her.

Link waited absent mindedly for almost an hour, before the nurse called him back in and he went in to see Zelda. She was sitting silently at the edge of her bed. The nurse quietly slipped out of the room so that they could be alone. Eventually Zelda was the one to break the silence.

"Link, I'm with child."

Link's head shot up and he stared at her in pure shock. "What? Zelda, no!"

"I really don't have a choice, Link. The nurse is pretty sure that it's true."

"How can she be sure? How?" Link demanded slamming his fists onto the table next to Zelda's bed. The wood collapsed beneath the shear force of his blow.

"Link, stop it!" Zelda ordered.

"How Zelda? How can she be so sure? You're not any different!" He shouted.

"Link, stop! I'm over six weeks late! I know it's true!" Zelda screamed as she broke down and began to sob. Link sighed and then sat down next to her. He put his arm around her and pulled her close to him.

"Zelda, I'm sorry. I can't believe I just did that."

"I need to go to bed," Zelda said as she stood up. She bit her lip as she felt the pain biting into her feet.

"Here," Link said as he stood up and offered her support.

"Every single member of the royal family has been remembered in a great way. Now I'll go down as Princess Zelda, Mother of the Prince of Evil," she mumbled as the two walked towards a new bedroom that was always kept prepared.

"Or the Princess of Light," Link said hopefully.

"I'm still going to be remembered as his mistress," she muttered coldly.

"Zelda-,"

"Link, I can tell the people the truth and they'll hate him. Or I can tell them nothing and they'll think I'm a whore," she said fiercely.

"Zelda, we knew what Ganondorf tried to do. Most people just thought he was a tyrant. They won't scorn your child for sure," Link tried to assure her.

"I guess… maybe. I don't want to talk about it though. Not now," she said as they reached the extra room.

"Zelda," Link as she was go to her bed. She turned back to him, but did not say anything in response.

"I'm here for you," he swore. "I will always be here for you." Zelda nodded. She knew in her heart that Link would be there for her, but that wasn't comforting for some reason. Zelda closed her door and went to bed.

"I love you," he whispered from outside in the hall. "I always will."

End Chapter One.