This is one of the few tragedies I've read that has actually made me sad, brought me close to tears even. You most certainly have a way with words, I have to say. Every sentence captivated me, even though part of me hated it sometimes. That's the thing about this story, I guess; I both hated and loved it. It's just...beautiful. Lovely work.

I. Think. I'm. Going. To. Cry. That was so amazingly wrong that it could only be right! I mean that in a good way...it was so disturbing but yet so sweet I swear to god. Zelink is my favorite pairing and the way you wrote this was perfect for them. Kudos to you.

-ZEIS390

So sad...I think I'm gonna go cry now.

Wow.. a very powerful and gripping story. Truly excellent work.

Wow... there's so much to this story to contemplate... so much to marvel at, to reflect upon. Where to begin? "First Light, Last Light" is thoroughly told, and I can feel its impression all through me, especially the powerfully described hunger scene, like a cavern, an abyss, in my mind's eye. Your writing is powerful; it brings the story into sharp, clear, living focus like 3D glasses. Not only did you proverbially "show" the reader every moment in this story through your masterful use of language, but rendered each scene, each paragraph, and each sentence in such a way that the reader *feels* it. The story moved me at a visceral level - I almost feel hollow with the devastations of Link and Zelda's imprisonment. It's amazing. This is one of those stories that erase the reality of the computer screen at which I am gazing, the chair in which I'm seated, the music presently blaring through my headphones, the room in shadows about me. I've just surfaced, and the power of "Light" hasn't left me yet.

I could blather on and on about the actual content. How brilliantly you limned the life of this Link and Zelda in every way but through explicitly telling the reader, a life so far removed from legends, and yet so fatally entwined; how in his twisted fury, anything and anyone went for Ganondorf, in his impatience, his need, his self-imposed blindness. My goodness. With every word I type, I'm struck anew by the brilliance of this story. The scenes in prison virtually *live* (I do wish I could italicize that last word, =/). The reader lives them, suffers them, but slips alive from them, heavy, shaken, only just saved from his fate - the fate of Link and Zelda. I was reminded, both while I read "Light" and contemplated it afterward in this review, of what I felt when I visited the Holocaust museum years ago: that blinding anguish that dragged me in and wouldn't release me until I surfaced outside, into the crowds and light of the world without.

And I could learn to adore the Link/Zelda pairing with all my heart if such fictions rendered them like this. The pairing works beyond all measure, with you giving readers insight into Link and Zelda's existence before Ganondorf, their characters; the insight strengthens their love into something beyond the nominal, slapped-on label of "pairing" into a truly living, breathing relationship.

Ganondorf was excellently sketched - the atmosphere in which he was surrounded, in that confrontation scene, fit him like a man fits his soul. (Just preceding his appearance, you communicated the urgency of Link waking Zelda to get her from the castle marvelously. Again, I saw it and felt it.) Yes, I cringed, and cringed hard at Ganondorf’s use of language (or a particular instance of his use of language) but again, it fits him, every word of that scene.

My favourite scenes were the confrontation one in the stables, the finale, and the hunger scene directly preceding it. Why do I enumerate this final scene last? It's brilliant. (And yes, I use that word a hundred times or so throughout this review; bear with me! XD) I felt that scene the most, gouging its cavern into my imagination, how you moved like a stream from thoughts to memories that bled into dreams and then reality, which came in all its devastation without anyone's knowledge.

Yes, I love this fic.

I'm wont to play the editor in my reviews, but today I purpose to be a reader, pure and simple. Nothing stood out to me as in need to criticism - grammar, spelling, et cetera, et cetera, are top-notch. Your writing style, again, is beyond wonderful - it's the kind of style to which I aspire. Don't ever stop writing.

And now, having swallowed up minutes in this comment, let me tip my hat and be gone. :)

Cheers,
Selah

the story is disturbing, amazingly well written and very visual and graphic, but also very, very disturbing.
I don't know whether to hate it or like it... good job.