Prologue
The light pouring in from the suddenly open door forced me to squint and grimace. I snarled my expression of distaste for the light caused by the last enchantment placed on me by my master. He was a powerful sorcerer, and I his test subject. I was sensitive to light, which meant his features were perfectly visible in the darkness, including the gleam in his arrogant, red eyes. My impeccable hearing meant the shuffling of his feet down the hall was apparent. The soft click of the key twisting to unlock my cell was sour and as loud as a clap of thunder after a streak of lightning. I missed such experiences as the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.
Damn the curse and my foolish actions that landed me in that filthy dungeon.
"Good evening, my pet," he hissed. My eyes were relieved when the door closed, but he purposefully slammed it to watch me cringe. The bang resonated in my mind. My anger and sorrow made me incapable of words, and so did my current form. "There's no need to speak," he mocked, as if I needed reminding. I growled out of contempt. This treatment continued longer than I felt was deserved. I wondered if he prolonged my punishment out of entertainment. Whenever I experienced anger at him for taking advantage of my unfortunate situation, I remembered it was a result of my thoughtlessness. "The enchantment worked perfectly, and for twice as long as before," he concluded, and snapped his fingers. His perfectly clear features faded, and all I could see was his stocky outline in the pit of darkness that was my dungeon. The sounds of the skittering mice and roaring monsters in other parts of the labyrinth of corridors were deafened. I desperately searched myself for signs of my former body, but I was still hunched on two hind legs, and controlled a long tail. I groaned, defeated.
"There is nothing that can be done without the Triforce of Wisdom," he reminded as if I were a child. I snapped my powerful jaws lined with saber teeth in protest of what I believed to be false efforts. "When I do possess the two, and you have regained your human body, I plan to leave you locked in chains for your insolence!" My master and I had endured the argument time and time again, and my reaction was always the same. I bowed my head solemnly. I longed to grovel for forgiveness, but the iron chains attached to my collar forbid me. "You expect me to believe you will never try to steal the Triforce of Power again? That you regret your actions? Then you fail to comprehend the severity of your crime! You will have your body, but you will never leave this dungeon," he promised with a sneer, and exited my permanent abode.
I yearned to weep as my heart shattered. It was impossible to amend my mistake, but I swore to do everything within my power to win his trust.