Prologue

Tall, she was. Skinny, is the definition of her body. Perfect, is what she is.

Princess Zelda strides gracefully into her throne room, rapier in hand. An attack has been rumored to occur today, but it has not been said when. It's been said that he will be coming. Nobody knows who he is, they just know that it's probably not good.

The princess doesn't mind the fact that she could be facing death in a matter of minutes, all that matters is that her town is safe, and the citizens go unharmed.

"Milady," one of the guards starts, he takes her by the arm, and leads her to her throne," there's been word that something's causing a disturbance in the town. It could be him." Zelda tenses up, swallowing nervously. This could be the end.

"Get me the largest armed force we have. Send a smaller one to escort the man to the castle."

"But, Zel- milady," the guard clears his throat," I don't think that's a wise decision." She glares at the armored man, fury growing in her eyes.

"Sir," she says, pulling her arm away from his with slight force," you heard my order. Now carry it out, or you'll be the first to die." The two hold angry eye contact for a moment, and then the man is gone, rushing off to collect the soldiers.

The other armored men standing about the room turn their heads towards the princess. One in the back even opens his mouth to speak.

"Go help the man collect our soldiers," the blonde says, projecting her voice through the hall.

"Yes, milady," sounds from throughout the room. After a moment's hesitation, and a brief salute, the guards exit the room. Their footsteps resonate deep within the stone room, keeping in time with one another. Their steady beat fades into nothing.

"Dear Farore, grant me courage for this fight," Zelda mutters, dropping into her seat. Pain beings growing in her head, nothing more than a slight tingling at first.

"Guard," Zelda says, pressing two fingers to both of her temples," get me some tea." There was no response.

"Guard!" She shouts furiously, raising her head to look at nothing. The princess sighs, and shuts her eyes. Small bursts of light happen behind her eyelids, pain coming with each.

"You called, Zelda?" A male voice asks, his voice is distant. He must be at the other end of the room.

"Yes," she raises her eyes," sir," and her voice falters.

His sleek figure strides forward, silently, as if he's on nothing. Behind the mask of metal, small, rapid breaths can be heard, they being the only noise in the room. The figure grunts slightly, as he lurches forward, his pace quickening. The tattered robe drifts lazily behind him, the dark blue-green, and red designs playing on the seams.

His movement was graceful, and could almost be described as beautiful. The small feet belonging to the figure touch the stone beneath feet for a brief moment, before continuing to the next step.

"I've heard," he hisses, almost in a whisper," that you've been," the figure hesitates," expecting me."

Zelda swallows nervously, the headache pain hitting her square in the head. She forces a polite smile and looks at the figure," and who might you be?"

He continues forward, not stopping before the princess. As his feet climb the steps to her throne, Zelda presses herself against the back of the seat. She places a hand on the hilt of her rapier, and sinks below the armrests.

He moves closer, small hisses of delight floating from the helmet as he approaches. "I," he leans close, next to her ear. The metal cover in front of his mouth retracts," am Zant." Zelda nods, not holding eye contact with the creature.

"Wh-" she clears her throat," why are you here?"

He does a magnificent backflip, landing on his feet before her," I'm here," he hisses," for your kingdom."

Very straight forward, this thing is. Zelda shifts back to her original sitting position, and finally stands, puffing her chest out, hoping to show her defiance. "You can take me," she squeezes the hilt of her thin sword," but don't hurt my town."

"Oh my dear," Zant whispers, drifting closer to Zelda," I'm not here to hurt the citizens. I'm here, for you." He shifts his head closer to hers, and grazes her cheek with his lips. The princess flinches away, but he stops her with a hand.

"My dear, now is no time for romance," The man whispers. Zelda glares at the shadowy creature, and scowls. How dare this man treat her as so.

"Get out of my castle," she demands. A small giggle bubbles from Zant's mouth.

"Make me." He flips backwards, yet again, and draws a sword, almost identical to Zelda's. The figure tosses off his helmet, revealing a scrawny, blue-green head. Zelda's hand tightens around her rapier, but the princess does not advance towards her foe.

A hiss sizzles out of the creature's mouth, and he lurches forward, sword leading the way. Zelda blinks at him, and waits for him to get close. The sword skims the side of her breastplate, leaving a dull scrape where her left arm usually rests. Zelda shifts to the side, and holds dangerous eye contact with the shadow.

"Go ahead, kill me," she says, dodging his furious swipes and slashes.

"Do not taunt me, little girl," he hisses, bringing the sword across the princess' arm. A small gasp escapes her mouth, and her free hand instantly clamps onto the wound.

"Oh, did I hurt you?" He asks, cackling soon after. Zelda grunts, rapier still clutched firmly in the hand of her wounded arm.

"I feel no pain," she barks at him, ready to dodge another attack.

"You know I'm not even trying," he laughs, flipping backwards. The princess copies his action, except with only a simple jump.

"Really?" Zelda asks, glaring at her opponent. He screams, possibly out of joy, or maybe out of anger. He flies forward, his sword flailing wildly through the air, creating invisible letters before the princess. The blade slashes through her leg, causing her to slam to the floor. Blood immediately begins to pool around the princess. The blood doesn't seem to stop draining from the gash. She stares up at Zant, eyes still host to the defiant glimmer they had at the start of this soon-to-end battle.

"There's still time to give in, sweetheart," he says, waltzing a circle around her.

Zelda falls to her back in agony, biting her cheek to hold in a scream. Her eyes water as the searing pain in her leg begins to num. Is blood even pouring from the massive cut anymore?

"I won't, give in," she says through clenched teeth.

This battle has boiled down to nothing. Pointless, it is. No reason to continue. Zant will overpower her, anyways.

"If that's your choice, darling," he says, approaching the princess. Black spots begin to appear in her vision, and everything begins to melt together. Zant is now only a dark smudge on the canvas of tan and scarlet. His dirtied robes creating swirls of black above the princess' blurred vision.

He does not hesitate with the final blow. A swift shot at the upper chest lands past her thin armor, and through her vital organs. Blood stains the throne room's floor, a permanent reminder of the murder committed on this day.

A/N

Wow, so, this story was okay. I wrote it whilst feeling a bit down last night (and finished it up this morning). Zant was definitely out of character, but I mean, come on, who cares? You know, while I'm writing this, I've decided to make this into a chapter story. I think it'll turn out good! So guys, thanks for reading this... Prologue of sorts, the next chapter will be up soon!

-Twilit Lady of Majesty