Power
"Scared?" Ganondorf's voice was dark and hypnotic, maybe even serpentine, I decided; a perfect embodiment of the Evil King. It weaved around the chamber – my chamber in my castle – pervading my ears. So long had passed, yet I was still terrified of his presence.
"Of you?" I cried defiantly, "Don't be so arrogant!"
For almost four years I had served at his hand – a slave in all but name. We both knew I held the second piece of the Triforce, which was why he kept me here. He could not kill me, either; if I was dead, how could he get at the Triforce of Wisdom?
"You're shivering."
Damn it! How could I let it show so easily? "Your skin is cold," I responded, my conviction quickly ebbing away. Even so, I was the one with the advantage, the knife at his chest, pressing him up against the wall. All it would take was a sharp jab forwards and he would be dead. And I couldn't seem to do it, at least not yet. This mindless debate would give me time. Time to get my act together.
Seemingly from nowhere, his hand pressed into the back of my ragged dress and I gasped. The only thing separating us was the knife in my hand. He chuckled, "And your flesh is burning, Princess."
His face crept closer to mine, his eyes red and paralysing, his breath searing my lips. I was frozen to the spot, too scared to move, as he forced his coarse, chaffed mouth over mine. The breath sucked from me, my vision blurry, overwhelmed by his power. Too many seconds later I found the strength to pull away from him, I stumbled back.
A stupid mistake.
He had already grabbed my wrist, twisting and digging in so that the weapon fell out of my hand. All this time I had waited to take revenge on the man who had killed my parents, the man who had left Hyrule in ruins, had been wasted.
"Princess," he hissed, hand still around my wrist, "you're weak to your desire-"
"That's-"
"for power." Absurd. "Become my Queen, Zelda; rule over Hyrule with me! Give to me your heart, Zelda, and let the power wash over you."
Somehow I couldn't think, couldn't work out what was going on. The cold was biting my skin again, tearing against my sweat soaked body, slowly bringing me back to consciousness.
The castle moat swirled over me, protecting me. I didn't know how I got out there, just that I had to get further. As far away as possible, I had to hide.
At least until the Hero awoke.
A/N How'd you like it? I know it needs work – criticise! – but I liked it.
Lefty the Right-Handed Shark.