Thread: The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses)

Regality was not a matter of fine silks and precious jewelsAnyone could acquire wealth, but very few could maintain a noble air about them when stripped of absolutely everything Zelda, fair Princess of Hyrule, was one of those few. As they walked, the creatures scraped off the elegant gloves and stockings that had given any sort of protection to the girl. Though she wore less than the Great Fairys who lingered within their sacred grottos across the lands, though not one jewel was left in her hair nor any decoration that might have formally revealed her class, she walked with her chin raised, in as graceful a manner as one could when being led by the hair by a brutish beast, whose squeals brought forth sprays of thick saliva that dripped down upon the Princess lithe form.. Little use would be found in protesting..In truth, the maniacal laughter of that madman still rung in Zeldas ears, numbing her with a fear she would never admit aloudThe courtyard welcomed her with an icy breeze, far too cold for the seasonPerhaps nature herself had been taken aback by the sight of the captive Princess. The boars reekedA putrid odor that she could not place or associate to anything else in her lifeThe most revolting stench of rotten flesh and wasteZeldas face contorted slightly as she fought desperately to choke back the bile searing in her throat. Her focus had so entirely been upon not vomiting, that she had not noticed the hulking Moblins behind her, and as she gasped aloud when one of their thick hands wrapped around her legs, she swallowed the acidic sick, sending her stomach into knotsHer vision blurring for a moment, though fainting would not have spared the fair Hylian from the creatures plans.. With the rope digging into her flesh, Zelda twisted against her restraints, though naturally the Boar did not budgeIt was only by spook of a thunderous spark in the sky, and the sudden heat of torches being waved about, that the boar bolted off, sending sweet Zelda, who weigh as much as a feather in compression to the creatures, onto her side in the wet grassThat porcelain skin soon broke and tore against the paved courtyard paths, thorns from the Princess favorite roses dug into her skin, gashing her breasts, catching within her hairThe mud caked upon her , thick and smelling as sweet as the boars that barreled through the puddles, splashing thick globs of muck into once golden waves When the boar exhausted himself, laying down with raspy heaves in the middle of one of the thicker mud puddles, the sky began to weepA light misty rain at first, though the Sun still shone bright at its startBut soon the Sun seemed to become ashamed, and hid himself behind the dark clouds that had started to cover the sky Zelda, whose eyes had been closed the entirety of this barbaric display, was tangled up within the ropes, one leg twisted over the other, her arms in near-knots..her shoulder surely on the verge of dislocation nowHer tears had parted rivers in the mud upon her cheeksBarely a patch of white or gold was left to seeAll hidden beneath open bleeding sores, or muddy clumps of dirt and grass. The moblins, their torches doused, lurched Zelda from the puddle, leaving her tangled within the ropes as they themselves began to drag her towards the dungeon gatesWhatever possessed them to allow her to stand rather than tossing her down the stone staircase, was beyond Zelda at that momentHer thoughts had turned to frantic repetition of prayersPrayers which cut off in mid sentence, to repeat themselves, start in different places entirely I am ZeldaPrincess of HyruleBlessed by the Goddesses of CreationI am of WisdomOf GraceOf LightI am ZeldaPrincess of Hyrule.Blessed..I am Zelda.Princess.Zelda..I am..Light.. Skeletal warriors had already reached the prisons, and were unlocking the cells of Hyrules most ruthless criminalsSome remained in their open cells as Zelda was brought pastTheir eyes wide and distant..Perhaps in shock themselves at the state of the former Princess. Some scoffed openly, jeering remarks about revenge and hail to the new kingHurls of spit and laughter arose from the more bold, but even they were taken aback by the sight before them Solitary confinementA lone cell at the center of the dungeonOne window, or more appropriately, a small place where a brick in the wall was missing, and bars were placed over just in case.One doorThis was where the moblins pushed her former Highness in, tripping her over the restraints she still woreThe cell consisted of nothing more than a bare cot..some straw sprinkled across the top of the stone floor, a stool and a bucket Nothing more, nothing less As the heavy door was bolted behind her, Zelda lay aching..trembling, upon the cold floor of the palace dungeon. Her body stinging from the open wounds, throbbing from the budding bruises and near broken bonesA small ray of sunlight broke free from the clouds, beaming down through that little space in the wallIlluminating the fallen Princess, as she lay quivering upon the floor, stubbornly still, attempting to fight off her inevitable sobs of despair