Terribly frightened, a princess on a white steed set off from the castle grounds. The muffled clops of the hooves on pavement were the only sounds in the town in front of the gate. The princess' purple eyes stared ahead, brimming with tears. He hadn't come home yet... where could he be? I need his help... she frantically thought over and over again.
She was scared. For three months strange occurances had been happening, things that never happened before, to her anyways. Constantly feeling nauseated, she longed for help, but afraid of what the castle nurses would tell her. She craved for her best friend... the man who she loved so very much, the man who had been gone for so long...
What if... no. That could never happen to him. He's too strong. Only the sages, I, and he knows of his true calling... he couldn't have been killed... not yet. She needed him...
There were no soldiers out this night. The princess wondered why, because she remembered ordering them exactly to stay on their shifts until futher notice. Stupid, lazy oafs.
The white horse trotted easily over the wooden bridge, braided tail swaying from side to side lazily. He held his head low, tiredly, and moved along lethargically. His blue eyes were halfway closed, ready to drop at the first sign of rest. And old horse, he was. He had carried the Royal family proudly for many years, and had been the King's best stud. He had sired many foals, and his lineage was said to be legendary. It was said that his great grand-dam had given birth to the mother of the mare of the Hero of Time. Only a horse could tell legend from reality. That mare was sired from an ordinary stallion and an ordinary dam at a ranch down to the south. He snorted and continued plodding on.
The princess looked around. I'll search all of the Provinces to find him, if I have to, she then deflated, but the Lanayru Province itself is hu-
She was cut off with a scream as something attacked her. The old horse screamed and fell as sinister claws dug into his shoulder. The princess rolled off of her now helpless steed, who was trying his best to fight off the skeletal monster that had chosen it's prey. The monster growled, and raised its sword.
The princess yelped and turned away as the sword came down on the horse. A short squeal was the end. Through tears, the princess tried to run, but her skirts caught on an unseen root and fell. With the wind knocked out of her, she looked over her shoulder and attempted to scream as the monster charged for her fallen body. Another easy target... another easy prey. The monster howled and raised his skeletal sword, eyes burning with hunger... the princess closed her eyes... I'm sorry... Link!
But death did not come. No quick pain to end her life, no light at the end of the tunnel. No warm blanket of black abyss to envelope her.
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
It was an angel from Heaven she saw. He was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen in her life, holding a shining sword locked in a stalemate with the monster and clothed in green garb of a hero. His feirce eyes were intent on killing the thing that had nearly taken the princess' life.
The princess watched with a horrified awe as her hero mightily struck the monster down, and scattered the remaining pile of bones. He fluidly sheathed the sword and walked over to the princess with a warm smile, and a wonderful sparkle in his eye. He offered a hand to help her up.
She took the gloved hand and burst out crying. She threw herself against her hero's chest. "Link!"