This land of ashes and strife…
This cursed, forsaken land, full of souls, dead, damned, and forgotten
Hyrule was already politically heated, with every soul at each other's throats. Usurpers rose from every corner of every land, trying to take advantage of the strife.
The fact that the stranger came just as they found the mark was just bad timing.
A soul forgotten, love lost, pride wounded
Forgiven nevermore for crimes not yet committed
Some gnashed their teeth and drew swords at the choice. Others came with their own steel to silence them just as quickly. 'We can't risk it', they said.
Time distorts, twists, and claws at the minds of even the most hearty warriors
Coins mean nothing, pretty words go unheard, only cold steel matters
So it came to this.
The princess of Hyrule, locked in decaying stone walls. The moans of others who had long since succumbed to the curse echoed occasionally, empty and devoid of any semblance of mind. A few torches broke through the darkness that enveloped the stone halls, letting the princess catch glimpses of the Hollows that roamed.
This silence was shattered when, in a sudden and rash move, the princess herself kicked at the lock holding her cell closed. To her surprise, it broke; It had looked much sturdier, she guessed, than it actually was.
Behold this damned creation of the Gods.
You may weep, for you have been left to die in its winds.
Slowly, the princess picked up the sword laying on the ground nearby. She grasped it tightly, its somewhat rusted metal shining against the dull torchlight.
You may also fight.
Without another word, Zelda took her first steps to escaping the Asylum she had been tossed into.