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![HTTYD: Bound In Holy Matrimony (Part 3) [Finale]](http://t.furaffinity.net/36575812@150-1590789002.jpg "HTTYD: Bound In Holy Matrimony (Part 3) [Finale]")
The night was, unsurprisingly, grueling.
Link and Mipha remained bound and gagged, as they were before, from sunset to sunrise. They were unable to make any progress with their ropes, no closer to the freedom that they both so desperately longed for.
Everything from their wrists, ankles, legs, and shoulders, were unbearably sore from their bonds' merciless, continuous grip. It was the kind of soreness that usually only occurred after a fierce battle … although their struggles to get free could arguably qualify as such, flaring up the pain with every fierce tug or shift. Link's mouth in particular was achingly dry, the fabric having since embedded itself deeply into the corners of his mouth, absorbing all the moisture that could have cooled his burning throat. Starvation and thirst were heavy on their minds, the sensations and sounds of growling stomachs doing little to ease their plights. Sleep was a pipe dream for them both, of course. The two of them only ended up amassing a combined hour and a half, and only when their bodies begged them to stop their efforts and attempt to rest.
Link's wrists continued to get bruised as he struggled, and every time it got too bad Mipha would wordlessly plead to heal them. He direly wished he could do something, anything, to return her generosity. Especially seeing how much worse off her own wrists were with no one to heal them.
There was a slight silver lining, however. The Gerudo desert got significantly cooler at night, which meant that the overheating of Mipha's body had slowly faded away. But unfortunately, now that the sun was back up, the Zora princess could already feel it kicking back in, at an agonizingly slow rate that allowed her to feel every slight rise in body temperature.
It was seeming hopeless for them for a while, despite their silent vows to each other that they'd escape. There was nothing in their empty cells to provide any aid to them, they were separated from each other, and the fatigue of their experiences kept their minds from fully functioning properly.
That is until Link's finally broke through with an idea.
It came as the Hylian watched Mipha once again plow her small, roped-up body against the bars separating her from Link. Her efforts were admirable for someone of her size, especially considering how often the gate buckled, but she was never going to be successful. However, Link eventually took note of the silver, stringed jewelry that adorned the Zora's body, perfectly accentuating the beautiful princess. Among it were two three-moon pieces dangling off her head, that swung about in her struggles. The edges of each moon weren't the sharpest things in the world, but they were narrow.
Narrow enough to slip inside a knot? Link thought in his epiphany. It wasn't a guarantee; far from it, in fact. But right now it was all they seemed to have at their disposal. As uncertain as it was, they had to try it.
That is, if Link could communicate his plan to her with their speech taken away.
He called out to Mipha, his meaningless grunts getting her attention.
"Rrphr. Rryrrrphrr," Link uttered. He accompanied this by tipping himself onto his side deliberately and scooching his head up to the gate.
"Hmmh?" Mipha grunted, head now turned to him intently.
Link looked her imploringly in the eyes and rubbed his head against the bars, wriggling his body in place a bit. The act looked quite ridiculous, but he had to get his point across to her somehow. He grunted more urgently, eyes still on her.
Mipha stared at her love interest, confused. He clearly was trying to tell her something, obviously hindered by these horrible gags. As his grunts and shaking intensified, however, she got the impression that he wanted her to join him as closely as possible. And so she got onto her side as well, and similarly put her head up to the bars. But then she started rubbing her head back and forth as he was.
"Nr, drrm," Link grunted, ceasing his motions and willing her to do the same. "Drrm!"
At his surprisingly snappy grunt, Mipha halted abruptly, exhaling lightly through her gag. She didn't move, instead waiting to see what Link did next.
This did, however, put her in a position where her left-side three-moon jewelry piece was left dangling in between the bars, the ornament now resting halfway between their cells.
Link kept his breathing steady, focusing now that he was a step closer. "Drrr," he tried to order her to stay put. He risked getting on his stomach in order to raise a finger behind his back. He hoped that the Zora could see it and would understand its meaning. "Drrr," he repeated, more firmly and slowly this time.
Mipha's eyes narrowed heavily, somewhat resembling a scowl. She did indeed see the hand gesture, and continued to not move a muscle … the ropes certainly helped with that.
What is he trying to do here? she wondered. She certainly knew that there was some method to all this. Link was highly intelligent and, even more than that, resourceful. That much was clear to her.
After a few moments, the bound Hylian rolled onto his side and scooted himself up to have his back against the cage. His fingers then slipped through the bars, and made their move to grab the jewelry against their limited reach.
So he wants me to grab his hands? Mipha thought. Not sure what else to do, she put herself on her back and put her own fingers through.
But this clearly wasn't what her fellow captive wanted.
"NH!!" Link shouted, causing his love to freeze with a light, stifled shriek.
The two just looked over their shoulders and stared at each other, breaths heavy through their noses. Link fought to maintain his patience, while Mipha's expression resembled a puppy scolded by her owner. In the ensuing silence, the two tried desperately to get inside the other's head. In their days together, the duo showed a strong connection and understanding of each other without it having to be explicitly said. Surely they could use that connection now.
Composing himself in spite of his rising nerves - neither of them knew how much time they had for this - Link slowly put his head back to the cage, and grunted. Mipha then did the same once more, very confused. "Whnnmmthnn?"
Link then turned back and put his fingers through again. But the ornament was slightly further away this time, just out of reach.
"Grrn!" he shouted in anger, bound legs kicking in frustration. This is ridiculous! he thought, futilely rubbing his gag on the ground.
He's reaching for … something, Mipha speculated. She looked at the ground between their cells, only her jewelry sitting there.
It hit Mipha at that moment. Is he … is he trying to reach my … ?
And then it all clicked. He wanted to rip it off and use it to get untied! He must see some way to do it. Maybe slipping it into a knot, or using it as a blade. Could that really work?!
It's Link, the princess thought fondly. Of course it can work.
To confirm her realization, Mipha shook her head to rattle the bars with the jewelry, the resulting sound accompanied by a questioning grunt on her part. Link saw this and, beyond relieved that she seemed to be getting it, nodded vigorously. "Mm hmm!" he added.
Mipha, with a look of renewed resolve, gave a curt nod of her own.
And like clockwork, the two dear friends put themselves back into the right positions simultaneously. This time, Mipha thrusted her head to get the jewelry piece as close to Link as possible, needing to rely on precise movements to slip it through and maneuver it into position.
It took an agonizingly long minute and several readjustments on Mipha's part, but the tied up Hylian was ultimately able to get the ornament barely between his fingers. Working very carefully, he shifted it to try and enclose his palm securely around it.
In his fumbling, however, he accidentally gave it a sharp tug, causing Mipha to jerk forward. And the sudden, unexpected movement pulled the three moons right out of Link's grasp.
Mipha turned her face to him, embarrassment plainly written on it. "Phrry," she mumbled.
They didn't dwell on it, instead trying the process again. This second time fared better; Link was ultimately able to grasp the object without it slipping out.
Now for the least pleasant part: he had to pull it free from the Zora's pretty head.
Mipha's jewelry was securely fastened to her head, locked on tightly to prevent it from coming loose without a specialized tool ... ironically, exactly what they were trying to do now. And so when Link began to pull on the string, she fully expected the discomfort that followed. And when it was clear that more force was necessary, she braced herself for it to escalate. The Zora squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to contain the moans of pain she wanted to let out. She didn't need Link distracted by her own well-being, as much as she loved him for such a trait.
Indeed, Link hated doing this to her and knew she was in distress now. But she clearly understood the necessity, or else she would have pulled away. And so he kept pulling and pulling, each tug more powerful than the last. He was trying his best not to hurt her any more than he had to. Clasping both hands over the ornament now, the hero soon resorted to digging his rope-wrapped boots into his bars. His upper body bound as heavily as it was, Link had to rely on the momentum of his entire body. He kept yanking, able to barely hear the pained little yelps from behind the Zora girl's gag.
I'm so sorry, Mipha. Just hang in there, he thought sadly. Okay, this is coming loose ... looser ... one last pull ... one … two … THREE!
With a muted grunt of exertion, the Hylian gave the jewelry the strongest tug that he could muster. And gratefully, it was enough.
Joined by a fierce yelp from Mipha that was quite sharp despite being muffled, the string connecting the ornament finally snapped. It flew clean off and smacked into Link's gate, hitting the floor with a small jangling sound.
Mipha breathed in heavily, several deep moans accompanying the heaves as she threw her head back. Just when she thought her head would be the one part of her body free from feeling sore. Laying on her back, tied legs sprawled out, she at least was thankful that it was done, and more importantly, that it was a success.
Wasting no time, Link hastily made to reach through and grab the item.
He barely got his fingers through, however, when a cold voice suddenly caught the captives' ears.
"Let's see how our guests are doing this morning!"
On her makeshift bed in her assigned room, Jora sat quietly in thought. Any moment, she was expected to be called in by her father to confront their two prisoners once more. It was primarily by her request; she wasn't content with simply leaving the prisoners to themselves until it was time to go forward with the plan. Rather, she found herself in a state of mental conflict, one that was rather unexpected to her.
The Hylian hero was not quite what she'd expected him to be. From everything she knew about Hylians, she assumed she'd encounter a cold, soulless, greedy being who cared little for others and only sought to help those he was told to help. She hadn't expected him to give her old lady persona that escort without being asked first; it was their backup plan under the assumption he wouldn't be so generous. Additionally, despite his quiet demeanor, she saw an unmistakable fire in his eyes in their fight, one that told her clear as day that he truly believed himself to be the hero of his story. He fought for what he believed was the greater good … it just so happened that he'd been lied to regarding what the greater good really was.
It made Jora wonder about him. Was he truly different from the rest? Was there still hope for him? Even his Zora friend might not be beyond saving. She wasn't as exposed to the foul corruption of Hyrule's dastardly king, for one thing. But then again, her fondness for a Hylian raised further questions. It could be that her soul was corrupted as well. Or further evidence that this Link had good in him yet.
Did they really need to perform the ritual? Or could he see reason and join by choice?
"Milady," a Yiga subordinate said, cutting off her sea of internal questions. "The prisoners are ready."
Time to see for ourselves, isn't it? Jora thought. "Thank you, I'll be right in," she said cordially.
True to her word, Jora made haste to emerge from her bed and join her father. As she walked down the ensuing hallway, she passed by one of the Yiga Clan's storage rooms. This one in particular held several vials of a fluid they'd spent months perfecting. Next to them on the shelves sat jars containing only a dark-purple mist, the color's appearance slightly mystified by the sliver of sunlight shining through the translucent gas. She knew the purpose of these substances, and would be disappointed if they truly did require them.
Soon, Jora found herself in a room that she knew very well: her father's chambers. Inside, Ohram himself was currently seated on what was a throne in every way but name, his bearing proud and authoritative as always. He smirked with a subtle joy at seeing his adoptive daughter now in his presence. To his side lay a seven-foot-tall statue of the most famous incarnation of the legendary Ganon, that of a large, pig-like being. The holes in its eyes bore bright red gems resembling oversized rupees, which shimmered as if to remind Ganon's Yiga children that he was always watching over them.
She also saw a few Yiga soldiers carrying in the two prisoners she was summoned for, still securely bound and gagged. They seemed to have realized by now that resisting wouldn't yield any results, but that didn't stop their stubborn fidgeting and muffled grunts of disapproval. Two of the Yiga were required to carry the Hylian by his torso and legs, while his Zora companion was light enough to be carried in such a way by only one.
The two captives were tossed haphazardly onto the hard floor, kept mostly clean by Ohram but no more comfortable for it. By some miracle, the boy was able to just catch himself on his feet as he hit the floor, crouched low on his toes and hunched over. The girl was less fortunate, grunting in pain as she hit the ground on her stomach and face.
"Mmph!"
Her heavy, quick breathing told Jora that her cold-blooded form was once again suffering under the merciless Gerudo heat.
Link growled at her mistreatment, wobbling to stay on his feet as he began to hop over to her. But a Yiga then came and shoved him in the back, causing him to fall on his knees with a grunt.
Wanting to take advantage of finally no longer being separated from Mipha, Link hobbled on his knees over to her. She now lay on her back, trying to keep calm despite her rising body heat. The Hylian pressed his left leg against her side gently as a form of comfort. Mipha appreciated the loving gesture, leaning herself into him.
As the Yiga left the room, Ohram then rose from his seat, his imposing stature and hulking frame now notable. He was the height of a Yiga Blademaster, and wearing a more elaborate version of a Blademaster's usual getup. He slowly walked over to the captives, his face almost bearing a look of awe under his mask as his eyes locked on to Link.
"The great Hero of Hyrule, in the flesh," he began. His deep voice spoke with full knowledge of his authority, but also calm, humble, almost warm. Link's blue eyes darted to the source of the voice, his face furious.
"Allow me to greet you properly," the figure stated. "My name is Ohram, leader of the Yiga Clan. And you've already met my daughter, Jora."
Link gasped lightly through his gag, looking over to the Yiga who first brought him into this mess. She looked back at him firmly, but her body language was less hateful than he would have expected.
"She's told me of you from your limited time together," Ohram kept speaking.
"Indeed," Jora stepped in. "I told him that you are a man of few words. I told him of your abilities in combat, though we did prove ourselves quite superior." Link's eyes narrowed at that. Outnumbered ten-to-one, he thought.
As Jora spoke, Mipha began using Link's body as support to get herself up onto her own knees, with Link gladly acting as such support. She slid her way up his slim and fit form, a sensation she would have enjoyed had it not been for their predicament, and got to her desired position. However, she kept her head on Link's shoulder, not wanting to leave the comfort of his touch now that it was finally in reach. She found herself pressing her gagged face into it, and Link in turn put his head on her head, some of his blonde locks gently brushing onto her.
Jora observed the tender interaction between the two, momentarily caught up in it. However, she quickly snapped back into her speech. "I also told him of how you were quite generous to my disguised form. Though I doubt that the Hylians you serve have ever recognized that."
She strutted over to stand in front of Link, mere feet away from him. "Initially, I believed it to be because you only show concern towards Hylians. But this little display," she gestured with a hand to the princess, "Does not support that."
Link raised a brow, irritated and wondering what she was trying to get at here. She believed him to be good-natured? Was a Yiga really in a position to make such judgements of morality?
"I see your confusion," Jora spoke on, now slowly pacing around the tied up duo. "Allow me to reiterate what I said yesterday: the Yiga are the saviors." Her fists clenched, her voice full of conviction. "I'm sure you know that we were once Sheikah. And that we were exiled by the King. But do you know why?"
She now stood behind them, coming up to stand over the two. "Because they feared us. Nothing more. We offered them technology beyond their capabilities, and they spat in our faces," she barked. Mipha pressed her face deeper into Link, who wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around the scared princess.
"They left our people to rot, all because they couldn't stand change," Jora continued her pacing. "Nor threats to their power. That is why we seek to raise Calamity Ganon. They cling to their ways and spread their elitism throughout the land. Now, we stand as servants, sworn to cleanse it from this world."
She truly believes this, Mipha realized. It saddened her to think that someone could genuinely believe this horrible gang of killers and thieves were heroes. That the master they wished to resurrect would bring the world anything other than darkness, devastation, and death.
"But I believe, Hero, that you are not beyond saving," Jora said. "That amidst the corruption that prevails across your Hylian government, the good in you is not forever lost."
Link just stared at this woman. He kept his resolve hardened, and not just in defiance of her words. He wanted to make sure her eyes were locked to his own and not to his bound arms.
For in his fist was the three-moon jewelry piece he just managed to grab before their Yiga captors arrived. And he was now trying to transfer the piece from his clenched hands into Mipha's.
Once Jora got back in front of the two, Link made his move. He reached over to clasp his hands with the Zora still pressed up against him. He heard Mipha suppress a gasp as she felt the object and recognized its feel. Link leaned himself further into her, trying to signal her to take it.
Mipha didn't want to leave Link with nothing. But as Jora began rounding their sides again, she knew that Link wouldn't budge on this, and didn't want them to get caught. So reluctantly, she took it, and concealed it tightly behind her hands and arms.
You never once think of yourself, do you? she thought bittersweetly.
"Hyrule doesn't see it," Jora continued her spiel. "They only see in you what they need you to be: their weapon. An unfeeling tool to protect themselves regardless of the cost to you."
"Phrrnnndrrr!" Link tried to protest, but the gag blocked his words.
This Yiga didn't know what she was talking about. He'd come to be very good friends with Princess Zelda, connecting deeply with her and seeing her as more than the spoiled girl she initially seemed to be. And ... he was sure there were others at the castle who cared for him. He just didn't open up to them is all. Although that didn't stop Zelda.
"You're in denial, young one," Ohram suddenly spoke again, standing near his seat with his arms crossed. "I've heard stories of you being trained from a very early age. Your father was apparently a fighter like you, setting your path before you. You never had a choice. Never could choose a different path."
Link felt a pit in his stomach as he was brought back to something Zelda once asked him: if he one day realized he wasn't meant to be a fighter, would he have chosen a different path? He never did answer her question properly, partially because he was afraid of what an honest answer would entail.
"Poor thing," Jora lamented, running her fingers through Link's hair. The boy harshly pulled away and grunted, forcing Mipha to readjust, no longer snuggled up against him.
But Jora simply grabbed a clump of Link's blonde hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to look up at the Yiga standing over him and breathe rapidly through his nose.
"Drnntrrphmm!!" the Zora growled, her bright copper orbs flaring angrily.
"We're giving you the opportunity to join by choice!" Jora spat, her tone far more aggressive now as she brought her face inches from his, bringing out strangled moans from the gagged hero. "Not only that, the chance to have everything you could ever hope for!" She tightened her grip on Link's hair, making him wince and groan in pain. "And yet you wish to continue as a slave?!"
She then turned to Mipha, who was squirming in a fit at seeing the abuse of her hero.
"Or," Jora said, "Would you rather you dear friend suffer?"
Link's eyes flared up with pure, unbridled hatred. He snarled through the fabrics in his mouth, wrenching his head to get out of Jora's grip. He succeeded, but it put him on his side. His head fell onto Mipha's lap, resting just above the ropes around her thighs. He looked into her beautiful brown eyes, which were welling up with unshed tears, as she stared back down sympathetically at his radiant blue ones.
I won't let them do anything to her, Link reaffirmed to himself.
"RNNRRRGHMM!!" he shouted, head turned to the father-daughter duo, demanding they release this innocent girl. "Ymmgrrrrn wrrnn, nnhrr! Phrrnnnphnm, jnnr rnnrrrghmm!"
Ohram sighed, seemingly remorsefully. As if reading his mind, he said, "She can be spared, boy. Were she to turn as well, her safety and happiness could be guaranteed alongside yours."
At the cost of thousands of innocent lives! Mipha thought hatefully. She couldn't believe these villains were even trying to turn them against their friends and family!
"Mmphrrm nnvrr jmmnynn! NNVRR!!" she screamed, her upper body thrusting in a fit against her bonds. She tossed and turned herself with reckless abandon, screaming out through the filthy fabrics, her one remaining moon ornament bumping against her head (thank Hylia they didn't notice the other was missing). The efforts brought her toppling onto her side, but she hardly noticed. Her already-heating body was getting hotter from the exertion, but she didn't care. Mipha couldn't stand to just sit there in the face of such heinousness.
As Link launched himself to sit upright, Jora chimed back in. "Or," she said to him, "You could allow her to suffer. As many more would suffer, in the decades and centuries that this endless battle between princess, hero, and Ganon endures. With us, that cycle ends! And with you on our side, the destiny you were set for can change as well."
She crouched down to meet the bound Hylian at eye level. Seething, he tugged his arms mightily and exhaled furiously through his nose, but it of course did nothing.
"You do want that change, don't you?" she said almost softly. "I can see it. The doubt, the emptiness, the longing to break free from everything … All of that can go away, Link. You can have the life you've always wanted."
The use of his name disarmed Link, but he wouldn't allow himself to feel any form of connection to Jora.
And yet … she was not entirely wrong. As recently as last night, the chosen hero felt remorse for the path he was on. He regretted what he never tried to do, and even went as far as to wish he hadn't pulled that sword from its sheath.
He'd wished for an opportunity to be rid of that. To live by his own decisions. Maybe he would be able to settle down with Mipha, live out his days with her, either with the Zoras or out in a bit of land they called their own. Or-
Stop! he scolded himself. It doesn't matter! You won't get that like this! Never like this!
He looked at the still-crouched Jora in the eyes and shook his head. It didn't have the conviction he wanted, which scared Link more than almost anything. But the message was clear: nothing she said would turn him into one of them.
Jora's head hung in disappointment. She truly did want to get through to this young man, to make him see the truth. But now, after this disastrous encounter, she was starting to once again believe that he was too far gone.
He'd chosen the life of a brainwashed slave … and so now they'd have to keep him as one. Only this time for their side.
Her father's voice caught her attention as he addressed her. "It's no use, my child. Your efforts were valiant, but they appear to be fruitless."
Jora got back upright and turned to him. She knew he was right, and forced herself to accept it.
Nodding, she replied to him. "I understand, father."
Ohram grunted in approval. In spite of it ending in failure, he couldn't help but be proud of Jora. She had the spirit of a true Yiga, and the determination to spread that spirit to others. He couldn't have asked for a better daughter.
But now, it seemed that they were finished.
"Now then," he continued. "The ritual draws nearer, and we must prepare. Guards!" he called out to the same Yiga who had brought the captives in, and they returned into the room promptly.
"Return the girl to her cell. We can still use her as leverage to gain control of the Zora."
"Whnn?!" Mipha grunted. "NN!! Rmmphmm phmmbnnmrmnn!! Mgh, nnhnndmm!!" she screamed shrilly. Not my family! You leave them out of this!! she roared in her mind. Her struggles and screams were worthless, however, as she was once again picked up by the largest guard. She squirmed like a dying fish as she was carried away from Link.
"HMMMNN GHPH!! NNNNNMMPH!!"
"Rrphr!" Link shouted, twisting his body and kicking his legs wildly. Both friends yelled through their gags as they were separated, and Link's struggles only increased as the Zora's garbled voice got fainter and fainter as she was hauled away.
"What of the boy?" another Yiga asked, cruelly indifferent to the distress of their horrified victims.
"We'll keep him here," Jora responded. "No need to go through the trouble of carrying him further."
She then grabbed Link's roped up arms and pulled him to a far corner of the room, where a metal door lay ajar. Despite the Hylian's admirable efforts, which didn't let up in the slightest, he was dragged through the door and into a small, empty, windowless room.
Jora shoved him down, his face hitting the rocky floor painfully. Link groaned as he rolled onto his back, directing yet another hateful glower to the female Yiga.
Jora stared back at him. Despite her mask, the disappointment and disdain she felt towards him was unmistakable.
"I tried," she said lowly.
There was nothing left she wished to say to him. Without another word, she sharply turned around, slammed the door, and locked the Hylian inside.
At the sound of the door slamming shut, Link let the back of his head fall to the floor. His blonde locks lay sprawled around him, his eyes tightly shut as if trying to block out this dark reality.
"Nnnnn …"
Physically and emotionally battered, Link didn't know what to do anymore. He was trapped and helpless once more, only this time without the comfort of the dear Zora princess's presence.
He could only hope that she could make use of those three moons.
The Legend of Zelda franchise, the image used, and all characters and settings portrayed (except named Yiga members), all belong to Nintendo.
Originally uploaded on March 2, 2020.
Really, this was the part of the story I was most excited to do since I began it. Both the scenes of Link and Mipha working together as well as Jora's attempts to turn Link were scenes I was hoping would be major highlights of the story, and I hope that you readers agree with me.
I wanted to employ Link's resourcefulness, Mipha's resilience, and a situation where the two would have to work together without speaking, in order to take a seemingly ordinary object and make it the possible key to their escape. Obviously now things have been compromised, but with Mipha having the jewel in her possession, there's a new wrinkle in the Yiga's plan now.
And yes, the Yiga. In truth, part of my inspiration for their motivations comes from how I myself view the Hylians, at least their government and king. From the memories and backstory in BOTW, I get the feeling that they have a lot of problems and don't really do things so right. I even attribute their rigidness and lack of empathy to being a main reason Zelda couldn't activate her powers until it was too late. So it was fun to put that perspective into our villains and have Link and Mipha react to it. And also strongly hint at what the endgame for the Yiga is regarding Link.
Next time we go back to Zelda and her search for our missing heroes. And let's just say she's likely to encounter a few familiar faces along the way.
Hopefully this chapter lived up to what I wanted it to be. As always, thank you for making this far. Seriously, if you're this deep into the fic, you really are a fan!
Link's gag speech translated:
"Rrphr. Rryrrrphrr," - "Mipha. On your side."
"Nr, drrm," - "No, stop,"
"Drrr," - "Stay,"
"NH!" - "NO!"
"Phrrnnndrrr!" - "That's not true!"
"RNNRRRGHMM!!" he shouted. "Ymmgrrrrn wrrnn, nnhrr! Phrrnnnphnm, jnnr rnnrrrghmm!" - "LET HER GO!! You clearly want me, not her! She's innocent, just let her go!"
"Rrphr!" - "Mipha!"
Mipha's gag speech translated:
"Whnnmmthnn?" - "What is this?"
"Phrry," - "Sorry,"
"Drnntrrphmm!!" - "Don't touch him!!"
"Mmphrrm nnvrr jmmnynn! NNVRR!!" - "I shall never join you! NEVER!!"
"Whnn?! NN!! Rmmphmm phmmbnnmrmnn!! MGH, NNHNNDMM!!" - "What?! NO!! Leave my people alone!! AGH, UNHAND ME!!"
Link and Mipha remained bound and gagged, as they were before, from sunset to sunrise. They were unable to make any progress with their ropes, no closer to the freedom that they both so desperately longed for.
Everything from their wrists, ankles, legs, and shoulders, were unbearably sore from their bonds' merciless, continuous grip. It was the kind of soreness that usually only occurred after a fierce battle … although their struggles to get free could arguably qualify as such, flaring up the pain with every fierce tug or shift. Link's mouth in particular was achingly dry, the fabric having since embedded itself deeply into the corners of his mouth, absorbing all the moisture that could have cooled his burning throat. Starvation and thirst were heavy on their minds, the sensations and sounds of growling stomachs doing little to ease their plights. Sleep was a pipe dream for them both, of course. The two of them only ended up amassing a combined hour and a half, and only when their bodies begged them to stop their efforts and attempt to rest.
Link's wrists continued to get bruised as he struggled, and every time it got too bad Mipha would wordlessly plead to heal them. He direly wished he could do something, anything, to return her generosity. Especially seeing how much worse off her own wrists were with no one to heal them.
There was a slight silver lining, however. The Gerudo desert got significantly cooler at night, which meant that the overheating of Mipha's body had slowly faded away. But unfortunately, now that the sun was back up, the Zora princess could already feel it kicking back in, at an agonizingly slow rate that allowed her to feel every slight rise in body temperature.
It was seeming hopeless for them for a while, despite their silent vows to each other that they'd escape. There was nothing in their empty cells to provide any aid to them, they were separated from each other, and the fatigue of their experiences kept their minds from fully functioning properly.
That is until Link's finally broke through with an idea.
It came as the Hylian watched Mipha once again plow her small, roped-up body against the bars separating her from Link. Her efforts were admirable for someone of her size, especially considering how often the gate buckled, but she was never going to be successful. However, Link eventually took note of the silver, stringed jewelry that adorned the Zora's body, perfectly accentuating the beautiful princess. Among it were two three-moon pieces dangling off her head, that swung about in her struggles. The edges of each moon weren't the sharpest things in the world, but they were narrow.
Narrow enough to slip inside a knot? Link thought in his epiphany. It wasn't a guarantee; far from it, in fact. But right now it was all they seemed to have at their disposal. As uncertain as it was, they had to try it.
That is, if Link could communicate his plan to her with their speech taken away.
He called out to Mipha, his meaningless grunts getting her attention.
"Rrphr. Rryrrrphrr," Link uttered. He accompanied this by tipping himself onto his side deliberately and scooching his head up to the gate.
"Hmmh?" Mipha grunted, head now turned to him intently.
Link looked her imploringly in the eyes and rubbed his head against the bars, wriggling his body in place a bit. The act looked quite ridiculous, but he had to get his point across to her somehow. He grunted more urgently, eyes still on her.
Mipha stared at her love interest, confused. He clearly was trying to tell her something, obviously hindered by these horrible gags. As his grunts and shaking intensified, however, she got the impression that he wanted her to join him as closely as possible. And so she got onto her side as well, and similarly put her head up to the bars. But then she started rubbing her head back and forth as he was.
"Nr, drrm," Link grunted, ceasing his motions and willing her to do the same. "Drrm!"
At his surprisingly snappy grunt, Mipha halted abruptly, exhaling lightly through her gag. She didn't move, instead waiting to see what Link did next.
This did, however, put her in a position where her left-side three-moon jewelry piece was left dangling in between the bars, the ornament now resting halfway between their cells.
Link kept his breathing steady, focusing now that he was a step closer. "Drrr," he tried to order her to stay put. He risked getting on his stomach in order to raise a finger behind his back. He hoped that the Zora could see it and would understand its meaning. "Drrr," he repeated, more firmly and slowly this time.
Mipha's eyes narrowed heavily, somewhat resembling a scowl. She did indeed see the hand gesture, and continued to not move a muscle … the ropes certainly helped with that.
What is he trying to do here? she wondered. She certainly knew that there was some method to all this. Link was highly intelligent and, even more than that, resourceful. That much was clear to her.
After a few moments, the bound Hylian rolled onto his side and scooted himself up to have his back against the cage. His fingers then slipped through the bars, and made their move to grab the jewelry against their limited reach.
So he wants me to grab his hands? Mipha thought. Not sure what else to do, she put herself on her back and put her own fingers through.
But this clearly wasn't what her fellow captive wanted.
"NH!!" Link shouted, causing his love to freeze with a light, stifled shriek.
The two just looked over their shoulders and stared at each other, breaths heavy through their noses. Link fought to maintain his patience, while Mipha's expression resembled a puppy scolded by her owner. In the ensuing silence, the two tried desperately to get inside the other's head. In their days together, the duo showed a strong connection and understanding of each other without it having to be explicitly said. Surely they could use that connection now.
Composing himself in spite of his rising nerves - neither of them knew how much time they had for this - Link slowly put his head back to the cage, and grunted. Mipha then did the same once more, very confused. "Whnnmmthnn?"
Link then turned back and put his fingers through again. But the ornament was slightly further away this time, just out of reach.
"Grrn!" he shouted in anger, bound legs kicking in frustration. This is ridiculous! he thought, futilely rubbing his gag on the ground.
He's reaching for … something, Mipha speculated. She looked at the ground between their cells, only her jewelry sitting there.
It hit Mipha at that moment. Is he … is he trying to reach my … ?
And then it all clicked. He wanted to rip it off and use it to get untied! He must see some way to do it. Maybe slipping it into a knot, or using it as a blade. Could that really work?!
It's Link, the princess thought fondly. Of course it can work.
To confirm her realization, Mipha shook her head to rattle the bars with the jewelry, the resulting sound accompanied by a questioning grunt on her part. Link saw this and, beyond relieved that she seemed to be getting it, nodded vigorously. "Mm hmm!" he added.
Mipha, with a look of renewed resolve, gave a curt nod of her own.
And like clockwork, the two dear friends put themselves back into the right positions simultaneously. This time, Mipha thrusted her head to get the jewelry piece as close to Link as possible, needing to rely on precise movements to slip it through and maneuver it into position.
It took an agonizingly long minute and several readjustments on Mipha's part, but the tied up Hylian was ultimately able to get the ornament barely between his fingers. Working very carefully, he shifted it to try and enclose his palm securely around it.
In his fumbling, however, he accidentally gave it a sharp tug, causing Mipha to jerk forward. And the sudden, unexpected movement pulled the three moons right out of Link's grasp.
Mipha turned her face to him, embarrassment plainly written on it. "Phrry," she mumbled.
They didn't dwell on it, instead trying the process again. This second time fared better; Link was ultimately able to grasp the object without it slipping out.
Now for the least pleasant part: he had to pull it free from the Zora's pretty head.
Mipha's jewelry was securely fastened to her head, locked on tightly to prevent it from coming loose without a specialized tool ... ironically, exactly what they were trying to do now. And so when Link began to pull on the string, she fully expected the discomfort that followed. And when it was clear that more force was necessary, she braced herself for it to escalate. The Zora squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to contain the moans of pain she wanted to let out. She didn't need Link distracted by her own well-being, as much as she loved him for such a trait.
Indeed, Link hated doing this to her and knew she was in distress now. But she clearly understood the necessity, or else she would have pulled away. And so he kept pulling and pulling, each tug more powerful than the last. He was trying his best not to hurt her any more than he had to. Clasping both hands over the ornament now, the hero soon resorted to digging his rope-wrapped boots into his bars. His upper body bound as heavily as it was, Link had to rely on the momentum of his entire body. He kept yanking, able to barely hear the pained little yelps from behind the Zora girl's gag.
I'm so sorry, Mipha. Just hang in there, he thought sadly. Okay, this is coming loose ... looser ... one last pull ... one … two … THREE!
With a muted grunt of exertion, the Hylian gave the jewelry the strongest tug that he could muster. And gratefully, it was enough.
Joined by a fierce yelp from Mipha that was quite sharp despite being muffled, the string connecting the ornament finally snapped. It flew clean off and smacked into Link's gate, hitting the floor with a small jangling sound.
Mipha breathed in heavily, several deep moans accompanying the heaves as she threw her head back. Just when she thought her head would be the one part of her body free from feeling sore. Laying on her back, tied legs sprawled out, she at least was thankful that it was done, and more importantly, that it was a success.
Wasting no time, Link hastily made to reach through and grab the item.
He barely got his fingers through, however, when a cold voice suddenly caught the captives' ears.
"Let's see how our guests are doing this morning!"
On her makeshift bed in her assigned room, Jora sat quietly in thought. Any moment, she was expected to be called in by her father to confront their two prisoners once more. It was primarily by her request; she wasn't content with simply leaving the prisoners to themselves until it was time to go forward with the plan. Rather, she found herself in a state of mental conflict, one that was rather unexpected to her.
The Hylian hero was not quite what she'd expected him to be. From everything she knew about Hylians, she assumed she'd encounter a cold, soulless, greedy being who cared little for others and only sought to help those he was told to help. She hadn't expected him to give her old lady persona that escort without being asked first; it was their backup plan under the assumption he wouldn't be so generous. Additionally, despite his quiet demeanor, she saw an unmistakable fire in his eyes in their fight, one that told her clear as day that he truly believed himself to be the hero of his story. He fought for what he believed was the greater good … it just so happened that he'd been lied to regarding what the greater good really was.
It made Jora wonder about him. Was he truly different from the rest? Was there still hope for him? Even his Zora friend might not be beyond saving. She wasn't as exposed to the foul corruption of Hyrule's dastardly king, for one thing. But then again, her fondness for a Hylian raised further questions. It could be that her soul was corrupted as well. Or further evidence that this Link had good in him yet.
Did they really need to perform the ritual? Or could he see reason and join by choice?
"Milady," a Yiga subordinate said, cutting off her sea of internal questions. "The prisoners are ready."
Time to see for ourselves, isn't it? Jora thought. "Thank you, I'll be right in," she said cordially.
True to her word, Jora made haste to emerge from her bed and join her father. As she walked down the ensuing hallway, she passed by one of the Yiga Clan's storage rooms. This one in particular held several vials of a fluid they'd spent months perfecting. Next to them on the shelves sat jars containing only a dark-purple mist, the color's appearance slightly mystified by the sliver of sunlight shining through the translucent gas. She knew the purpose of these substances, and would be disappointed if they truly did require them.
Soon, Jora found herself in a room that she knew very well: her father's chambers. Inside, Ohram himself was currently seated on what was a throne in every way but name, his bearing proud and authoritative as always. He smirked with a subtle joy at seeing his adoptive daughter now in his presence. To his side lay a seven-foot-tall statue of the most famous incarnation of the legendary Ganon, that of a large, pig-like being. The holes in its eyes bore bright red gems resembling oversized rupees, which shimmered as if to remind Ganon's Yiga children that he was always watching over them.
She also saw a few Yiga soldiers carrying in the two prisoners she was summoned for, still securely bound and gagged. They seemed to have realized by now that resisting wouldn't yield any results, but that didn't stop their stubborn fidgeting and muffled grunts of disapproval. Two of the Yiga were required to carry the Hylian by his torso and legs, while his Zora companion was light enough to be carried in such a way by only one.
The two captives were tossed haphazardly onto the hard floor, kept mostly clean by Ohram but no more comfortable for it. By some miracle, the boy was able to just catch himself on his feet as he hit the floor, crouched low on his toes and hunched over. The girl was less fortunate, grunting in pain as she hit the ground on her stomach and face.
"Mmph!"
Her heavy, quick breathing told Jora that her cold-blooded form was once again suffering under the merciless Gerudo heat.
Link growled at her mistreatment, wobbling to stay on his feet as he began to hop over to her. But a Yiga then came and shoved him in the back, causing him to fall on his knees with a grunt.
Wanting to take advantage of finally no longer being separated from Mipha, Link hobbled on his knees over to her. She now lay on her back, trying to keep calm despite her rising body heat. The Hylian pressed his left leg against her side gently as a form of comfort. Mipha appreciated the loving gesture, leaning herself into him.
As the Yiga left the room, Ohram then rose from his seat, his imposing stature and hulking frame now notable. He was the height of a Yiga Blademaster, and wearing a more elaborate version of a Blademaster's usual getup. He slowly walked over to the captives, his face almost bearing a look of awe under his mask as his eyes locked on to Link.
"The great Hero of Hyrule, in the flesh," he began. His deep voice spoke with full knowledge of his authority, but also calm, humble, almost warm. Link's blue eyes darted to the source of the voice, his face furious.
"Allow me to greet you properly," the figure stated. "My name is Ohram, leader of the Yiga Clan. And you've already met my daughter, Jora."
Link gasped lightly through his gag, looking over to the Yiga who first brought him into this mess. She looked back at him firmly, but her body language was less hateful than he would have expected.
"She's told me of you from your limited time together," Ohram kept speaking.
"Indeed," Jora stepped in. "I told him that you are a man of few words. I told him of your abilities in combat, though we did prove ourselves quite superior." Link's eyes narrowed at that. Outnumbered ten-to-one, he thought.
As Jora spoke, Mipha began using Link's body as support to get herself up onto her own knees, with Link gladly acting as such support. She slid her way up his slim and fit form, a sensation she would have enjoyed had it not been for their predicament, and got to her desired position. However, she kept her head on Link's shoulder, not wanting to leave the comfort of his touch now that it was finally in reach. She found herself pressing her gagged face into it, and Link in turn put his head on her head, some of his blonde locks gently brushing onto her.
Jora observed the tender interaction between the two, momentarily caught up in it. However, she quickly snapped back into her speech. "I also told him of how you were quite generous to my disguised form. Though I doubt that the Hylians you serve have ever recognized that."
She strutted over to stand in front of Link, mere feet away from him. "Initially, I believed it to be because you only show concern towards Hylians. But this little display," she gestured with a hand to the princess, "Does not support that."
Link raised a brow, irritated and wondering what she was trying to get at here. She believed him to be good-natured? Was a Yiga really in a position to make such judgements of morality?
"I see your confusion," Jora spoke on, now slowly pacing around the tied up duo. "Allow me to reiterate what I said yesterday: the Yiga are the saviors." Her fists clenched, her voice full of conviction. "I'm sure you know that we were once Sheikah. And that we were exiled by the King. But do you know why?"
She now stood behind them, coming up to stand over the two. "Because they feared us. Nothing more. We offered them technology beyond their capabilities, and they spat in our faces," she barked. Mipha pressed her face deeper into Link, who wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around the scared princess.
"They left our people to rot, all because they couldn't stand change," Jora continued her pacing. "Nor threats to their power. That is why we seek to raise Calamity Ganon. They cling to their ways and spread their elitism throughout the land. Now, we stand as servants, sworn to cleanse it from this world."
She truly believes this, Mipha realized. It saddened her to think that someone could genuinely believe this horrible gang of killers and thieves were heroes. That the master they wished to resurrect would bring the world anything other than darkness, devastation, and death.
"But I believe, Hero, that you are not beyond saving," Jora said. "That amidst the corruption that prevails across your Hylian government, the good in you is not forever lost."
Link just stared at this woman. He kept his resolve hardened, and not just in defiance of her words. He wanted to make sure her eyes were locked to his own and not to his bound arms.
For in his fist was the three-moon jewelry piece he just managed to grab before their Yiga captors arrived. And he was now trying to transfer the piece from his clenched hands into Mipha's.
Once Jora got back in front of the two, Link made his move. He reached over to clasp his hands with the Zora still pressed up against him. He heard Mipha suppress a gasp as she felt the object and recognized its feel. Link leaned himself further into her, trying to signal her to take it.
Mipha didn't want to leave Link with nothing. But as Jora began rounding their sides again, she knew that Link wouldn't budge on this, and didn't want them to get caught. So reluctantly, she took it, and concealed it tightly behind her hands and arms.
You never once think of yourself, do you? she thought bittersweetly.
"Hyrule doesn't see it," Jora continued her spiel. "They only see in you what they need you to be: their weapon. An unfeeling tool to protect themselves regardless of the cost to you."
"Phrrnnndrrr!" Link tried to protest, but the gag blocked his words.
This Yiga didn't know what she was talking about. He'd come to be very good friends with Princess Zelda, connecting deeply with her and seeing her as more than the spoiled girl she initially seemed to be. And ... he was sure there were others at the castle who cared for him. He just didn't open up to them is all. Although that didn't stop Zelda.
"You're in denial, young one," Ohram suddenly spoke again, standing near his seat with his arms crossed. "I've heard stories of you being trained from a very early age. Your father was apparently a fighter like you, setting your path before you. You never had a choice. Never could choose a different path."
Link felt a pit in his stomach as he was brought back to something Zelda once asked him: if he one day realized he wasn't meant to be a fighter, would he have chosen a different path? He never did answer her question properly, partially because he was afraid of what an honest answer would entail.
"Poor thing," Jora lamented, running her fingers through Link's hair. The boy harshly pulled away and grunted, forcing Mipha to readjust, no longer snuggled up against him.
But Jora simply grabbed a clump of Link's blonde hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to look up at the Yiga standing over him and breathe rapidly through his nose.
"Drnntrrphmm!!" the Zora growled, her bright copper orbs flaring angrily.
"We're giving you the opportunity to join by choice!" Jora spat, her tone far more aggressive now as she brought her face inches from his, bringing out strangled moans from the gagged hero. "Not only that, the chance to have everything you could ever hope for!" She tightened her grip on Link's hair, making him wince and groan in pain. "And yet you wish to continue as a slave?!"
She then turned to Mipha, who was squirming in a fit at seeing the abuse of her hero.
"Or," Jora said, "Would you rather you dear friend suffer?"
Link's eyes flared up with pure, unbridled hatred. He snarled through the fabrics in his mouth, wrenching his head to get out of Jora's grip. He succeeded, but it put him on his side. His head fell onto Mipha's lap, resting just above the ropes around her thighs. He looked into her beautiful brown eyes, which were welling up with unshed tears, as she stared back down sympathetically at his radiant blue ones.
I won't let them do anything to her, Link reaffirmed to himself.
"RNNRRRGHMM!!" he shouted, head turned to the father-daughter duo, demanding they release this innocent girl. "Ymmgrrrrn wrrnn, nnhrr! Phrrnnnphnm, jnnr rnnrrrghmm!"
Ohram sighed, seemingly remorsefully. As if reading his mind, he said, "She can be spared, boy. Were she to turn as well, her safety and happiness could be guaranteed alongside yours."
At the cost of thousands of innocent lives! Mipha thought hatefully. She couldn't believe these villains were even trying to turn them against their friends and family!
"Mmphrrm nnvrr jmmnynn! NNVRR!!" she screamed, her upper body thrusting in a fit against her bonds. She tossed and turned herself with reckless abandon, screaming out through the filthy fabrics, her one remaining moon ornament bumping against her head (thank Hylia they didn't notice the other was missing). The efforts brought her toppling onto her side, but she hardly noticed. Her already-heating body was getting hotter from the exertion, but she didn't care. Mipha couldn't stand to just sit there in the face of such heinousness.
As Link launched himself to sit upright, Jora chimed back in. "Or," she said to him, "You could allow her to suffer. As many more would suffer, in the decades and centuries that this endless battle between princess, hero, and Ganon endures. With us, that cycle ends! And with you on our side, the destiny you were set for can change as well."
She crouched down to meet the bound Hylian at eye level. Seething, he tugged his arms mightily and exhaled furiously through his nose, but it of course did nothing.
"You do want that change, don't you?" she said almost softly. "I can see it. The doubt, the emptiness, the longing to break free from everything … All of that can go away, Link. You can have the life you've always wanted."
The use of his name disarmed Link, but he wouldn't allow himself to feel any form of connection to Jora.
And yet … she was not entirely wrong. As recently as last night, the chosen hero felt remorse for the path he was on. He regretted what he never tried to do, and even went as far as to wish he hadn't pulled that sword from its sheath.
He'd wished for an opportunity to be rid of that. To live by his own decisions. Maybe he would be able to settle down with Mipha, live out his days with her, either with the Zoras or out in a bit of land they called their own. Or-
Stop! he scolded himself. It doesn't matter! You won't get that like this! Never like this!
He looked at the still-crouched Jora in the eyes and shook his head. It didn't have the conviction he wanted, which scared Link more than almost anything. But the message was clear: nothing she said would turn him into one of them.
Jora's head hung in disappointment. She truly did want to get through to this young man, to make him see the truth. But now, after this disastrous encounter, she was starting to once again believe that he was too far gone.
He'd chosen the life of a brainwashed slave … and so now they'd have to keep him as one. Only this time for their side.
Her father's voice caught her attention as he addressed her. "It's no use, my child. Your efforts were valiant, but they appear to be fruitless."
Jora got back upright and turned to him. She knew he was right, and forced herself to accept it.
Nodding, she replied to him. "I understand, father."
Ohram grunted in approval. In spite of it ending in failure, he couldn't help but be proud of Jora. She had the spirit of a true Yiga, and the determination to spread that spirit to others. He couldn't have asked for a better daughter.
But now, it seemed that they were finished.
"Now then," he continued. "The ritual draws nearer, and we must prepare. Guards!" he called out to the same Yiga who had brought the captives in, and they returned into the room promptly.
"Return the girl to her cell. We can still use her as leverage to gain control of the Zora."
"Whnn?!" Mipha grunted. "NN!! Rmmphmm phmmbnnmrmnn!! Mgh, nnhnndmm!!" she screamed shrilly. Not my family! You leave them out of this!! she roared in her mind. Her struggles and screams were worthless, however, as she was once again picked up by the largest guard. She squirmed like a dying fish as she was carried away from Link.
"HMMMNN GHPH!! NNNNNMMPH!!"
"Rrphr!" Link shouted, twisting his body and kicking his legs wildly. Both friends yelled through their gags as they were separated, and Link's struggles only increased as the Zora's garbled voice got fainter and fainter as she was hauled away.
"What of the boy?" another Yiga asked, cruelly indifferent to the distress of their horrified victims.
"We'll keep him here," Jora responded. "No need to go through the trouble of carrying him further."
She then grabbed Link's roped up arms and pulled him to a far corner of the room, where a metal door lay ajar. Despite the Hylian's admirable efforts, which didn't let up in the slightest, he was dragged through the door and into a small, empty, windowless room.
Jora shoved him down, his face hitting the rocky floor painfully. Link groaned as he rolled onto his back, directing yet another hateful glower to the female Yiga.
Jora stared back at him. Despite her mask, the disappointment and disdain she felt towards him was unmistakable.
"I tried," she said lowly.
There was nothing left she wished to say to him. Without another word, she sharply turned around, slammed the door, and locked the Hylian inside.
At the sound of the door slamming shut, Link let the back of his head fall to the floor. His blonde locks lay sprawled around him, his eyes tightly shut as if trying to block out this dark reality.
"Nnnnn …"
Physically and emotionally battered, Link didn't know what to do anymore. He was trapped and helpless once more, only this time without the comfort of the dear Zora princess's presence.
He could only hope that she could make use of those three moons.
The Legend of Zelda franchise, the image used, and all characters and settings portrayed (except named Yiga members), all belong to Nintendo.
Originally uploaded on March 2, 2020.
Really, this was the part of the story I was most excited to do since I began it. Both the scenes of Link and Mipha working together as well as Jora's attempts to turn Link were scenes I was hoping would be major highlights of the story, and I hope that you readers agree with me.
I wanted to employ Link's resourcefulness, Mipha's resilience, and a situation where the two would have to work together without speaking, in order to take a seemingly ordinary object and make it the possible key to their escape. Obviously now things have been compromised, but with Mipha having the jewel in her possession, there's a new wrinkle in the Yiga's plan now.
And yes, the Yiga. In truth, part of my inspiration for their motivations comes from how I myself view the Hylians, at least their government and king. From the memories and backstory in BOTW, I get the feeling that they have a lot of problems and don't really do things so right. I even attribute their rigidness and lack of empathy to being a main reason Zelda couldn't activate her powers until it was too late. So it was fun to put that perspective into our villains and have Link and Mipha react to it. And also strongly hint at what the endgame for the Yiga is regarding Link.
Next time we go back to Zelda and her search for our missing heroes. And let's just say she's likely to encounter a few familiar faces along the way.
Hopefully this chapter lived up to what I wanted it to be. As always, thank you for making this far. Seriously, if you're this deep into the fic, you really are a fan!
Link's gag speech translated:
"Rrphr. Rryrrrphrr," - "Mipha. On your side."
"Nr, drrm," - "No, stop,"
"Drrr," - "Stay,"
"NH!" - "NO!"
"Phrrnnndrrr!" - "That's not true!"
"RNNRRRGHMM!!" he shouted. "Ymmgrrrrn wrrnn, nnhrr! Phrrnnnphnm, jnnr rnnrrrghmm!" - "LET HER GO!! You clearly want me, not her! She's innocent, just let her go!"
"Rrphr!" - "Mipha!"
Mipha's gag speech translated:
"Whnnmmthnn?" - "What is this?"
"Phrry," - "Sorry,"
"Drnntrrphmm!!" - "Don't touch him!!"
"Mmphrrm nnvrr jmmnynn! NNVRR!!" - "I shall never join you! NEVER!!"
"Whnn?! NN!! Rmmphmm phmmbnnmrmnn!! MGH, NNHNNDMM!!" - "What?! NO!! Leave my people alone!! AGH, UNHAND ME!!"
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