Rain was pouring down fast as she ran from the spawn of evil that chased her with their sharp fangs bared, thirsting for blood. Some monsters were short and pig-like, others twice the size of her with long arms and snouts. She was sure there were others too but she didn't want to risk slowing down by looking back.
She came to a stop when she arrived at the front gates to- what looked like her mansion. A man faced her.
He was tall- nearly twice her height, rippled with muscle, a long, pointy nose and… yellow eyes. She noticed his skin had somewhat of a green tint to it.. Possibly a Gerudo man? But they were only borne every one-hundred years…
Her eyebrows knitted together with fear.. A blinding fear that made her heart freeze, and eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. The man's lips slowly curved into a sinewy smile, one that sent ice-cold chills down her spine.
Black and purple smoke came out from around the man and wrapped around him, shielding his face temporarily before moving away from him and growing larger in the sky. His eyes were now a glowing purple that seemed to be made of flames. He slowly pointed up above him. Zelda's eyes locked onto his index finger, and slowly, traveled up until she was looking right above her.
The moon was blood red, and the sky was overcast with purple and black smoke. Behind the mansion, a horrifying flying thing with a pig like face with glowing maroon eyes and a body made of the smoke flew out, letting out a loud, guttural screech. It locked eyes with her, and flew right towards her.
The blonde girl squeezed her eyes shut, and clenched her body in fear as she was enveloped in purple malice.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP….
Zelda's stately alarm clock rang on and on, the sound freeing her from her nightmare. Her eyes shot open, and heavy breaths escaped from her lungs.
She's been having these dreams for quite a few months now. Each scarier than the last. She has never seen the Gerudo man's face in such detail before.
She let a groan escape her lips. She swung a heavy arm towards her table, hitting the side of her still-beeping clock.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP-
She hit it again, this time sweeping the alarm clock. It flew off of the table and crashed onto the floor.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP….
Somehow, the blasted thing was still beeping!
Zelda leaped out of bed and lunged at the clock, swinging down her fist onto the huge "SNOOZE" button. Blissful silence followed, making her sigh contently. The clock read 7:30, and school started in precisely an hour, so Zelda decided to get cracking.
She stood up, and shuffled her bunny-slippered feet into her private bathroom. It was big, and to her dismay, had a huge window in the front, which let in a lot of light. Light, was Zelda's worse enemy. Natural light seemed to make her skin look worse, more red than it was in normal, indoor lighting. Needless to say, Zelda avoided time outside as much as possible.
Zelda braced herself to look up, at her reflection.
She was a positively radiant girl, her father argued she was the most beautiful girl in all of Hyrule. Her mother said she was more beautiful than the fabled Goddess Hylia.
Zelda had thick, waist-length hair that looked as if it was spun gold. Her beautiful, green eyes, sparkled with kindness, and radiated mystery. Her shapely lips curved into an angelic smile that brought glee to peoples faces, especially her father.
Zelda's eyebrows knitted together, her lips quivering a little bit. Even after five years, she somehow wasn't prepared for what she saw in the mirror daily.
But, her blemished skin soiled her beautiful features.
There were red marks etched deep into the skin on both her cheeks, forehead, chin, and even her upper lip, leaving no visible patch of clear skin. Some were swollen and inflamed, others just scars, refusing to leave even after years of being gone. She leaned in closer to the mirror, and noticed this slightly red patch above her right cheekbone, and gently felt it with her index finger. She felt a big bump, foretelling of a huge cystic pimple that would soon rear its ugly head out to the world, causing even more embarrassment for her.
Hot tears drizzled down her cheek, clinging onto her jaw before falling onto the floor. Crying was a usual daily routine for Zelda, her skin often leaving her feel ashamed.
She let a heavy sigh escape from her lips, and washed her face. Scrubbing her skin vigorously, as if she could scrub the spots off her face.
Instead of scrubbing off the marks, they just got more red.
Everyday, she would begin the meticulous task of carefully crafting a "second skin", applying ten pounds of makeup (which toke around twenty-seven minutes of her morning). She reached into her closet and grabbed her big, black makeup bag. It was surprisingly heavy.
She brushed on a thick layer of foundation. It toke a lot of product to cover her entire face. Her cheeks often needed a second, even a third layer.
Most of her spots were still red, so she dabbed on concealer over her spots (that now had a purple-ish tint). Her heart felt heavy. After many layers of foundation and concealer, her marks were still quite visible, albeit better than they were before. Zelda sighed (something she did a lot), and set her makeup with powder, being careful to tap her skin rather than sweep it, lest her makeup be brushed off. She left the bathroom with a smidgen of confidence…
Better than usual.
After following the rest of her morning routine, she had her driver take her to school. Zelda braced herself for another dull, uneventful day of keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact, bright lights, and the Girl's Washroom… Little did she know, her day would bring a surprise.