Thread: The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses)

It is said that my people are descendants of the gods that our ears are delicate and long so that we may hear the softest whispers of the spirit world, and hear the pleas of nature. Our race is the most in tuned with the world around us...Though at times, we forget this.. We are a peaceful people, and my family has strived to maintain peace for many generations. The Hylian Royal family contains the strongest bloodline of all of our people...Our sovereignty is ordained by our pure bloodline that is directly traced to the goddesses of the landBut no such divinity spared us the horrific events which devastated our land after the Hyrulean Civil War. My father believed our lands troubles to be over after my birth..That in the midst of such tragedy, I was a gift of reassurance from our ancestors, that Hyrule had not been forgotten As I sit, cowering inside the grand library behind the statue of a great warrior whose name I could never recall, imprisoned in my own Castle, staring out at the mockingly calm skyline as the sounds of screams and clashing weapons ring in my earsI realize, that I am a failure to my predecessors. I had seen this war comingMy fathers pride deafened him, and he would not head my warnings though it had been he himself who declared my gifts of foresight a blessing from Nayru I saw this war comingI knewI saw the shadows seep through the walls of the castle the moment he stepped through the gatesI saw the darkness retreat, almost bowing to himI knew his face the moment he arrived, and yet my tongue had swollen within my mouth, preventing an outburst that might have saved my mothermy fathermy Kingdom. Was I destined to fall then?..Is there truly such a thing, as destiny? The young fair Princess of Hyrule could feel her heart frantically beating beneath her modest breast. She had wedged herself behind one of the statues of a Hylian hero, whom stood before two conjoining bookshelves that had barely provided enough room for even the lean Zelda to slip behind and between. She crouched, trembling between the wooden shelves and the marble platform, her hands over her eyes as she prayedPrayed for someone, anyone to come and save her, while quietly cursing herself for being unable to defend herself.. Her magic was unstable..and her emotions were clearly clouding her judgment, but could one really blame her? Not ten minutes before, she had seen her mothers body whisk past the window she had been reading beside, crashing in a spray of blood in the gardens belowZelda had screamed, dropping her book immediately and had almost run into the hall, when the sounds of creaking bones alerted her to the presence of the Dark Wizards minions..Frantically, she had decided a hiding place..and hoped she could come up with something, before she was found. Six days after her sixteenth birthday..A beautiful spring day, forever tainted in Hyrules history..A page that would be stained with blood and tears, should history even exist after this assault.. The young Princess held herself tightly, her white elbow length gloves covering her mouth to still her frantic breathing..She wore an elegant white gown that day, with a deep pink bodice and golden embroideries of Hylian symbols to ornament the beautiful dress. Her soft blonde locks left free, cascading down her mid back, with the exception of two strands that were braided with gold and jewels as was tradition for the women of the Royal family.Such a tragic sight, such a beautiful noble choking back tears as her castle was seized by such a man as Ganondorf.. Her right hand burnedterribly, to the point where she gasped aloud. The door then open, as if on command of her distress and Zelda frozeShe felt her ears twitching as she peeked out from between the statues legsHer crystalline eyes widening as she saw monstrous creatures searching beneath chairs and behind shelves..As they advanced the room, Zelda spotted the door had been left openShe was no match for them physically..and perhaps not even magically, though their capabilities were unknown to herBiting her lip slowly, Zelda picked up the skirts of her gown and slowly stood while the creatures backs were turnedMaking her way lightly, softly..slowlyacross the carpeted floor and towards the open door. Backing into the hall, the Princess suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as a hot breath poured down upon her. She felt her skin crawl, as what felt like a glob of saliva dripped upon her shoulders..The shadow of the Moblin was all she had seen as she turnedWithout even time to scream, a sudden blow came to her head, and Zelda found her world suddenly fading into shadows.