Dark Link woke with the vague sense that he had just had a very, very bad nightmare. He couldn't remember anything through his splitting headache though. He groaned, coughed, and groaned again as it made his world throb.
"Hell..."
His windpipe felt like it was full of cotton. It made it hard to breathe, and his throat felt like sandpaper had been stuffed down it. He sneezed and snot went all over the place. He used the blanket to wipe at it, cursing every profanity he knew. He couldn't remember ever being sick before, though he somehow remembered the misery it was.
This was all Link's fault. Although he knew Link hadn't made him go wandering through a winter wasteland, everything had to be his fault. Link was the reason he even existed. Hard to be a shadow to no one.
He sneezed. Snot, pain, filth-ugh.
"Hey,"
He looked up to see the last person he wanted to see standing in the doorway.
"Go away." he moaned, laying back down and throwing the now somewhat snotty blanket over his head.
"You don't look so good," said Link.
"All the more reason for you to go away."
"I'll be glad to once you tell me what the Snow Maiden said to you. And before you ask, yes, I saw you. And I saw her. I don't think anyone else did, though."
"She didn't say anything,"
"Right. Wow, I didn't know you could get sick."
"Go away."
"Not until you tell me exactly what she said."
Dark Link moaned in earnest and ran his arms over his face. He didn't have the strength to kill Link now. He was too tired. He would later.
"Fine," he said, "she said she came here because she was lonely and left. That's it, now let me sleep, you bastard."
Whatever Link said after that he didn't care to remember but fell asleep so fast he didn't catch the door closing. He dreamed feverish dreams of skeletons and dying men and a little girl with fingers still covered in jelly. When he woke up again there was a candle by his bedside and a bowl of something steaming next to it. The snap of the door had woke him up and he could hear the sound of boots going down the stairs. Someone had thrown a fresh blanket over him as well that smelt suspiciously of horsehair.
Choosing not to think about it, he swallowed the soup, curled back under the blankets, and fell back asleep.
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The Snow Maiden
FanfictionWhile wandering without a purpose, Dark Link meets the one person most like him in the world: the Snow Maiden. Meanwhile, Link is sent to save a usually warm village from a curse of seemingly endless winter. When Dark Link's obsession with the Snow...
