Fields of Gold

Beneath the Stars

Twinkling lights danced in the night sky, sparkling down at the couple below, as they lay entwined on the hard earth. The storm clouds from earlier that evening had long since drifted away, leaving behind a fresh new world, washed clean by the rain. Cool droplets still clung to the drooping eaves of barley, every so often falling onto the warm skin of the Princess, each time startling her out of the dreamy stupor she had fallen into ever since the sky had turned from sunset to night.

It had been so long since she had seen the stars. Zelda gazed upwards, mesmerized by the nearly forgotten sight of the stars trailing across the darkness, illuminated by a glowing crescent moon. Twilight had blocked out all the stars from her lonely view of her tower prison. Now, here in her enemy's embrace, the Princess reveled in how lovely the world was when had fallen behind the horizon to reveal the secrets of the night.

A chill suddenly came over her and she pressed herself more closely against Ganondorf's body. His hand, which had been resting on her shoulder, reached up and he began to weave his fingers through the silky strands of her hair.

Words had not passed between them since their passionate kiss. What use were empty words in the heavy silence that followed? No, it was useless to speak. Instead, they drank in each other's presence and let their touch and gazes be the unspoken conversation between them. For the first time since the Twilight Occupation began, Zelda's world was at peace. Even if the peace itself seemed like a beautiful farce, she wanted to hold on to this feeling for as long as she could.

A lively gust of air blew over the golden field. The soft stalks hissed gently as they swayed to the merciless urging of the wind.

"Zelda?"

Her name spoken by his deep voice interrupted the silence of the night. It was jarring, almost offensive, to hear anything other than the noises of nature. Despite her annoyance, Zelda could not help but turn over to face the owner of that voice.

Ganondorf's golden gaze was already trained on her face. She felt his strong arms pull her closer.

"Zelda..." he said again, though this time, it was not to get her attention. His voice burned her soul and Zelda felt that agonizing draw to him once more. She was helpless against the call of Power as her body melded with his. Hands tangled deep into her hair. Lips grazed over her cheeks. The heat of the moment melted away the peaceful night. Zelda was losing herself in Ganondorf once more. The stars watched impassively as Ganondorf rekindled the moment from hours before. With more experience and confidence this time, Zelda fervently stoked the fire, returning his passion with her own.

A kiss was far more satisfying than anything either one of them had to say.

Ganondorf pulled away far sooner than Zelda. Her hands were clutching the back of his head, willing him to come back to her.

Still burning, Ganondorf locked his blazing eyes on hers. The intensity that Zelda saw burning in his expression frightened her.

"Come with me to the Castle..." Ganondorf whispered, as if he were trying to hide his request from the sharp ears of the goddesses. Even so, his voice was hoarse with passion and Zelda felt his fingers tightening on her in a grip that was both painful and exhilarating.

A moment of conflict passed while Zelda let his words sink in.Her heart thudded incessantly at the implications of his offer. This man, her enemy, was asking something of her that should have horrified her. And it did, truthfully,

Yet it horrified her even more how willing she felt to accept his offer. The pull of Power was overwhelming to Wisdom.

Zelda forcefully sat up, pulling herself away from Ganondorf's warmth. The cold night air assaulted her senses, as though a bucket of water had been thrown on her, snapping her back to the grim reality of her life.