Prolouge

The chilling winds of middle spring blew forcefully into the darkened room, and the curtains framing the French doors opening onto the veranda danced quickly, mirroring the panicked sense of the night. A svelte figure laced with long, silvery blond hair was barely distinguishable, hurrying around the room, collecting things and stashing them into the compartments of her satchel. A few candles stood near the large wooded bed, held up by ornate silver holders, and a fire burned in the fireplace across the room. These two sources gave the room it's only light, as the midnight sky failed to give way to the glimmering stars than usually marked the vast expanse of sky, yet an occasional dash of lighting marred the sky from the horizon.

The woman's footsteps were hurried and uncharacteristically clumsy, as her feet, constricted by small golden slippers, darted right and left across the polished stone floor. Her green slip dress brushed the ground and seemed to keep getting in her way. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath, and her eyes caught the sight of the town far below her palace, and beyond that the vast field. Her hand drifted up to the emerald charm hanging around her neck, given to her by her beloved upon their engagement. How preposterous this all was, the years she had spent confined in the castle, safe from harm, wanting a taste of adventure, and now when yet again her life was at risk, she realized nothing would make her happier than to be safe in the harms of her newly wedded husband Link.

"Link..." she whispered to herself.

He had been gone for five months, leading the kingdom of Hyrule's forces against the eastern threat. A ruler with a lust for land and a certain taste to conquer the land and it's reigning princess had put his troops into action, and the King had unleashed all defensive forces, and Link was leading perhaps one of the most intricate parts of the battle. She had missed him every single day. She had received three letters with the couriers, and every time she had cried with joy, for he was still alive. She prayed to the goddess he would return.

But now as she hurried around her chamber, her nest of luxury, she realized just how real the threats were. She packed a few of her more reasonable outfits and idle items like her hair brush, and of course the letters. She didn't know what else she could do. She, Princess Zelda, was being evacuated in the dead of the night, to Ordon, hometown of her husband, to be protected, to be hidden. She stood in her chambers, alone and without direction, bidding farewell to what was soon to be her former life.

"Your Highness," a timid chambermaid poked her head through the door with a hastened bow, "The horses are ready."

She grabbed her pack and took one last look, and trembled with the sudden shock.

She was afraid for her true love's life, afraid for her own life, afraid for her kingdom, and as she slipped her hand down to her stomach, she realized for the first time she was afraid for the life of her unborn child.

Tonight, Zelda, who was entering her eigth month of pregnancy, would flee Hyrule and all she had ever known.