Part of Your Realm: A Twilight Princess Fanfic

Full Circle

*Ordon Village*

Link continued to fiddle with his green hat. He admired the way it was coming apart at the seams, much like himself. He should have left it in Kakariko with Y/N's dress.

Link sat on his bed. At an absolute loss, he recognized he could only stall for so long. With or without Zelda urging him to do so, he knew he must listen to the shadow.

Zelda. That was the other problem. How would he break free and meet her at the Temple of Time?

Hylia, please help me. Link bowed his head in prayer. The back of his hand began to sear with a familiar prickling sensation. He looked at his Triforce, hoping to see its scintillating golden glow of guidance, yet it remained dull. Once again, Hylia had ignored his prayers.

"Link." Ilia's voice drifted from his doorframe. He knew, from the alluring way in which she spoke, what it was she desired. She stood before him in nothing but her undergarments.

Link automatically seized his face in between his hands.

"I-Ilia- " he floundered as he thought of another way to stall.

"Shh. Talking time is over. Why are you still dressed?" A devious grin that could eat him whole possessed her. "No matter. I'll undress you."

Before Link was aware of anything more, he felt the crushing weight of her straddling him. He scrunched his eyes closed. For the first time, he was a helpless civilian being overpowered by an assailant. 

She's so fast. And heavy. This shadow is completely overtaking her. I wonder if there is any Ilia left in there.

"Ilia!" Link shouted. Her face floated above his as her hands roamed every inch of his body in search of his belt. A satisfying growl escaped her lips as she viciously pulled it off. The only thing Link could think of during this assault was Y/N. Again, the smell of her hair resided on his pillow. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be transported to Renado's home, where the soft glow of the moon hugged her frame as she lay beside him. 

He thought of her softened e/c eyes studying his lacerations as she cleaned them.

"Yes. Because it was my first kiss, it was special. Even more so because it came from you."

He thought of the majesty of Y/N's lips.

Only now it was Ilia's lips swamping his own. He tried to fight against her, restraining her wrists and momentarily overpowering her. It proved to be futile, however. The more he resisted, the more forceful the shadow became.

He had to know if Ilia was still in there somewhere. Was there still a chance she could be saved? Or was he about to be violated by a demon wearing Ilia's flesh as a costume?

He managed to restrain her once more. "Ilia! Please! This isn't you! What if I was Epona? Would you ever treat Epona this way?"

"Epona?" A spark of life returned to the dead, pale blue of her eyes. She paused atop Link, Epona's name loading on her blank face. Link had hit a nerve. She was still in there.

"Yes, Epona. The ride home was the most interaction she's had with you, Ilia. She misses you. I miss you." Link's sincerity radiated nothing but the raw truth. He did miss Ilia. She was family to him. All this ugliness was not the Ilia he knew. This wickedness belonged to the decrepit shadow who was extinguishing the light in Ilia's soul.