Thread: The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses)

The prideful noble had managed to hold back her shreik as she was slapped so firmlyShe could feel the blood rushing to her faceno doubt a mark would rise upon that perfect flesh soon. However, as his hand twisted within her hair, the sound which escaped her lips was near-equal to a Goddess weep! Zeldas lean young figure visibly trembled as the roots of her beautiful blonde hair were yanked so harshly...Treatment that clearly, the young noble was not accustomed to No harsh desert sun beat down upon her browHer delicate skin no doubt would scratch so easily against the Gerudo sands, and tremble beneath the harsh windsNo, it was clear that Zelda had been quite secure in her pampered posh, palace life Though the way her eyes refused to tremble as she stared into the face of evil incarnateThere was strength there, no doubtA strength hardened by the will of her ancestors, and the blessings of the Goddess themselves Those three sacred deities, who had lost control of the strings of fate it seemedand though Zeldas hand still burned beneath her glove, and her ears still tingled with their whispersThe blessed sisters could no longer intervene..Like those innocents of Hyrule, all they could do was watchThe Sacred Realm could only find the Hero of TimeThey could not make him answer to his fateful calling any sooner than he chose Even now, he seemed far too late Her hands freed still, Zelda indignantly wiped the glob of spit from her cheek as she listened to his repulsive visionsHer ears twitched slightly, and truly it took all of her will not to vomit right upon the mans shoes, which truly would not have gone over wellNausea subside, perhaps out of shock, as she once again was tossed asideSmashing into the wall with such force that the youths shoulder no doubt was on the verge of dislocation She clutched her shoulder, the wind knocked out of her as she tried to gather herselfShe could taste the metallic, yet sweet flavor of bloodHer free hand moving up to delicately wipe upon the split on her lip from where she had bit down upon knocking against the wallHer gloved fingers stained with drops of blood now, Zelda swallowed deeply She was a Hylian! She could not weep and suffer before this man! Even at her tender ageSo serenely in the midst of maidenhoodThough her body was screaming in agony, having never experienced such pain in her life.No, she was a PrincessThe Princess of Hyrule! She could not show this cruel dark wizard any impact of his powerHer eyes, glaring definitely throughout Ganondorfs speechThough there was a twinge of truth that splintered its way into her heart, she dare not allow it to affect hernot now.. With her weight against the wall, Zelda stood slowlytrembling, aching everywhere as she tried to swallow the bile rising in her throat. As the dark lord ascended the throne, leaning back in ease as if it had been his all along, Zelda rose her chin boldlyHer lips quivering slightly, a bit of blood trickling down her chin as she quietly looked to the bodies strewn across the floor. Apologize She whispered, the words carrying across the throne room as if she had spoken in normal toneHer voice gentle, yet almost bemusedDrawing in her lips slightly for a moment, as she regained the best posture she could manageStill clutching her right shoulder as she stoodHer lips now tinted red from her own blood, a heavy, trembled breath escaped her as she stepped forward..Wanting to advance the throne, but only making it as far enough to reach one of the statue that lined the sides of the red carpet which led to the three thronesGrasping the ankle of that same Hero from her library, Zelda glared from beneath thick lashes towards the Gerudo King.. I will do no such thing