Zelda had been receiving strange dreams lately. Dreams, where she would suddenly find herself, moments after just closing her eyes, alone in a wide empty field.

For the past weeks, she had been dreaming of a hazy lush field that was dotted with a few trees and always had a gentle breeze blowing. However, it was not a typical field. The grass had a certain silver sheen to it, even though it was unmistakeably green; the bark of the trees was blue, but their leaves were violet and emitted a lavender glow. It was an eerie place, but a peaceful one.

The first time Zelda had found herself there, she had noticed a presence. Its aura had pulsed in time with her own, teased it and taunted it. It had pulled on her aura and suddenly pushed it back. It had been the same ever since. It was dormant but alert at the same time.

Zelda had stopped calling them dreams. They were too real. She could feel the grass beneath the soles of her feet; feel the wind kiss her face. In dreams, you had no control over what happens. In this dream world, Zelda could do whatever she wanted and go wherever she liked. Except she just could not wake up.

Every time she went, the place would be more in focus, becoming less hazy each time. She could feel the stranger's aura become stronger and stronger, almost reaching the strength her aura had.

Every time she woke up, she felt more drained.

Today it had been worse than usual, having had to deal with the stress of Vaati's seal. It was cracking. Every day, bit by bit, the seal was getting weaker and soon his aura would be radiating from the sword.

Zelda gladly fell onto her bed, yearning for the idyllic field.

Her wish was granted and she, once again, found herself back in the dream field.

Zelda gasped. The field was different. It had almost totally lost the hazy atmosphere. Each blade of grass stood out sharper than before; each crack in the trees' bark was deeper. Zelda cautiously took a few paces forwards, wondering what had happened.

The aura pulsed deeper and stronger than before. The gentle breeze turned into a spry one, caressing her face. A few leaves began orbiting around her and without warning, the pulsing stopped and a hand was caressing her face instead of the wind.

Zelda's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened as they met a pair of smouldering scarlet ones. The owner of the eyes smirked.

"How nice to see you again, Zelda."

Zelda could not speak; she was still processing what she was seeing. The hand stopped stroking her cheek and went to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Vaati." His name alone made his smirk deepen with amusement.

"I see you found your tongue. Good. You will be needing it."

Zelda tried to step away from him in disgust, but she had not noticed his arm wrap itself around her waist. It brought her closer towards him, until heir faces were mere inches apart, his head looming over hers. His arm clamped itself down in an iron grip and she could not break free.

She could feel his warm breath against her ear, and it made her skin crawl. She finally found her voice again. "What do you want?"

He seemed to contemplate it for a few moments, his eyes slightly narrowing.

"You."

Zelda withdrew a sharp breath in shock. "What?"

He lowered his head even closer to hers and said, "I couldn't have the light power, so I'll have you instead."

He captured her lips in a feverish kiss. His lips were soft, yet they had a hard edge to them. She could feel his tongue swiping across her bottom lip.

The kiss deepened and then he finally released her. She felt him smirk against her lips, his pointed canines grazing over her lower lip.

"I want you. And more."

Zelda abruptly woke up.

Zelda's eyes fluttered open and she licked her dry lips. Her chest was heaving up and down. She looked around her room and finally found what she was looking for: proof of what had happened.

On her vanity table lay an exquisite flower. Its petals were lilac like his skin and its pollen was dark purple in colour, like the clothes he donned. It gave off a dim blue glow. As soon as she touched it, it withered up and curled in on itself. It then disintegrated into ashes and a strong breeze led the ashes out onto the balcony.

Zelda followed the ashes and looked down into the town square. Everyone looked tense and uneasy and the entire borough seemed to have a thick atmosphere, as if they all knew a dangerous predator was stalking them, waiting for the right time to strike.

Curious about what was happening, Zelda called a maid.

"What is happening?"

The maid looked at her incredulously. "Did you not hear the news, my lady?"

"Hear what news? I have just woken."

The maid's worry lines set in deeper. "Vaati's back," she announced, "the seal broke last night!"

Zelda had rushed to the stables and mounted the first horse she had seen. She had rode hard and fast, the wind cutting her face, daring her to come closer. Closer to the sword.

Closer to Vaati.

She finally arrived at the sealing shrine and dismounted her horse. There was an odd feeling to the shrine, as if someone was waiting, watching. Not a single blade of grass stirred.

Zelda walked towards the sword that had acted as Vaati's seal. It seemed fine. Zelda had almost made up her mind to leave.

Until she noticed Vaati's presence was totally gone.

That explained why nothing was moving. The sword had been enough to seal him, but not enough to stop him from raging a light breeze. The place had been totally empty of wind.

He really had broken free, and now Zelda was going to pay the price.

She felt an aura suddenly appear behind her.

"You're mine Zelda."