Hi Wormy, I hope you’re well, and I kinda wanna see Rowan's POV on his kidnapping. If you please.
Youuuuuuuu......
(It's okay, I enjoy angst/whump on occasion).
I suppose this is a prequel to this snippet.
(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)
Rowan tried to bite back a yawn as he put the bag of flour away. It had been a long day in the bakery, and he still had a lot of prep work to do before tomorrow. He wanted to get everything done before Link got home so they could enjoy their evening together and not have to worry about work. He figured it would still be a while before Link returned, however. It wasn’t even dinner time yet and he’d gotten back later than that nearly every day this week.
Or he thought that would be the case until he heard the back door open. “Link?” When he received no answer, Rowan frowned. He slid the bowl of flour away from the edge of the counter and hung the dish towel he’d been holding on a nearby hook. He walked towards the door. Maybe Link had his hands full and was too distracted to answer. But when he caught sight of the backdoor, it wasn’t Link walking in. There was a thick fog rolling in through the door, too thick and quick to be natural. And then through the fog stepped one of the largest men that Rowan had ever seen. He had shining red armor, too sharp and spiked to be a the armor of a knight from the Hyrulean army. A helmet with protruding metal horns shadowed his face and a long plume of orange hair streamed from the back. Rowan took a step back. He recognized the man — the disgraced knight Volga, traitor to the kingdom and presumed dead after the war. Volga stepped towards him with a speed and confidence that only made Rowan’s heart beat faster. He glanced behind him, trying to find a weapon or an escape route. He wasn’t sure he could reach either in time. “Mr. Hawthorne. How nice to meet you.” Rowan didn’t respond. His back hit the kitchen counter, and he grasped behind himself, hoping to find a kitchen utensil or something. The fog rolled into the kitchen, swirling at his feet and beginning to rise around him. “Speechless, hmm? I suppose I do have that effect on people. Link certainly couldn’t speak around me.” Volga stepped forward towards Rowan. His looming presence made the kitchen shrink around Rowan. As he came closer, Rowan could see the light glinting against Volga’s teeth as his grin turned sharp. “Now, I hope you’ll come quietly. We need to have words with Captain Link.” Rowan opened his mouth — to protest or scream or question, he wasn’t even sure. Before he could make a sound, something grabbed his head at the temples. The grip was cold as ice. The fingers were tight and bony against his skin, and from where they touched, a shockwave of ice cold pain shot through him. Rowan gasped and his knees buckled as his connection to his limbs seemed to be severed. The fog rose up around him as his vision went spotty. The last thing he heard was a cackling laughter and Volga scolding someone before his vision went black and he knew no more.
