Roses

By Ebony Roses

Prologue

Zelda sighed sadly as her small, tapered feet alighted on the cold, stone floor. Her crystal grey eyes traced the gaudy, childlike room that had so for so long been her home. On her right an ornate, golden vanity glowed in the candlelight. Her tired reflection stared back at her from the huge, perfectly polished mirror. As she turned around the room she saw her bed; a large, fluffy four-poster bed that gathered together deep red and rich gold colors and created a haven for her in times of darkness. A large window led out to a balcony that looked over the entire land of Hyrule. Her feet tentatively and unsteadily walked towards the balcony, which glowed an eerie white in the moonlight. Her body brushed past her large dresser and huge, luscious bathroom like a ghost or the whisper of a dream. She walked through the satin curtains and came out in the bright moonlight. The moon seemed so large that she could reach out with her pale, skinny, elegant hand and touch the very surface.

She shook her golden locks down from their precarious perch on her head. They cascaded down her shoulders and made her look even more ethereal. Her tender, soft fingers clutched the balcony's railing. Her pure-white bosom heaved up and down with caught sobs as she looked off into the distance, towards the one she really loved.

"Zelda!" a strict, woman's voice shouted.

She turned around on instinct and held her hands behind her back, like a naughty girl who had been caught sneaking cookies out of a cookie jar.

"Where have you been?" Impa asked while throwing her arms around her charge. The warrior-like woman buried her face into Zelda's hair, making sure that she was not a figment of her imagination. "What happened to you?" she asked, trying to stop tears of her own from washing Zelda's hair.

Zelda struggled free from her friend's grasp and stared at her. She wore a long, blue dress, but it didn't fit her personality. On the other hand, her dress matched Impa's hair, which was grey with a pale-blue tint.

Impa's strong, care worn hands clasped Zelda's and held them up to chest height. "Please, tell me." She said, her black eyes glittering with unknown tears.

"What do you want me to say?" Zelda said, her soft voice sounding guilty and bitter.

"Why did you do it? Why did you save him? We could have gotten rid of him once and for all!"

Zelda broke free of Impa's grasp and turned back to the open air of the balcony. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Hyrule has been in an uproar since you left. We thought he had kidnapped you! When the people know you are back, they will ask for an explanation."

"What is there to say?" Zelda retorted defensively. "What do you want me to say? I can't tell them the truth!"

Impa looked at her, trying to read the emotions going through her charge's head. "You need to. I don't care what you do, but you need to tell the truth, you've been keeping it a secret all this time. Please tell them, and tell me."

Zelda scoffed and leaned over the balcony, staring down at the soldiers who looked like tiny ants. "I don't want anyone to know…"

"People already have an idea of what's happening. If you don't tell them out-right there will be a scandal that will not only strip you of all honor, but of your position as queen."

"So you know? You know who I love."

Impa sighed and walked away. "Yes, I know, even though I don't see how you could love a monster like him."

Zelda's hands tightened into fists. "He's not a monster."

Impa turned around again and stared into Zelda's eyes, searching for truth. "Did he give you that necklace?"

The queen instinctually clutched the newly placed necklace to hide it from view. "Why do you ask?"

"What does it do?"

"Nothing, it's just a necklace, that's all."

Impa sighed and headed towards the door. "You're lying to me…" she stated as she headed out of the door. The door slammed shut with a heavy clang and left Zelda feeling more alone and lost than she ever had in her life.

She glided back into her bedroom and sank down into her vanity chair. Her elbows rested heavily on the table as she placed her head in her hands. "What am I going to do?" she asked as tears ran down her hands and dripped onto the vanity.

Her hands reached for pen and paper without her mind knowing what she was doing. "I can't tell the world what I feel. But I can write it!" she explained to the empty room. She grabbed a quill and ink-bottle, and began to write out her story.

I have learned that love covers a multitude of sins. I never believed that anyone would love me, or that I could ever love someone so different. I never before believed that love could cause so many problems. I didn't even know love existed until I met the man I saved. I can't begin to explain how hard it is for me to write about the shamefull event that happened at Ganondorf's execution a few days ago, but I will try to explain it in the best way I can; with my history.

It all started when I was a little girl…