Hi, everybody! This is my first fanfic! Please rate and review. Feel free to give your thoughts on how this should proceed, typos, mistakes, flames, compliments, etc. Thanks for reading, people!
I will update ASAP, with my grades, and etc. Also, what is the formula for slope intercept? I am also doing math homework, LOL. Sorry, getting off track... I can't do public speaking well!
All credits go to Nintendo, even though they didn't add a green hat in Breath of the Wild... Oh, well.
The Grieving Princess
The remains of valiant Hylian soldiers littered the wasted battlefields as she stumbled through the gruesome madness. Enemies and allies lay together in a wretched silence, as she scoured the corpses of a pointless fight to find a survivor. A tarnished gold tiara embedded with sapphires rested on her lap as she licked her dry, cracking lips with what little moisture she had left in her mouth. Gingerly, she picked up the crown princesses' tiara, and placed it on her head. The cold metal felt heavy with duty upon her golden tresses, as she staggered and rose to her feet, looking the part of a regal Hyrulian Princess
Her father, gone in the war force. Her mother, captured, tortured, then murdered in the cruel hands of the soldiers of the opposing forces. Her only sister… She couldn't think about her… She was only twelve, too young, far too young. Her beautiful family. All gone. Something wet and sorrow-filled rolled down her dimpled cheeks.
A tear, something she'd never thought she'd see again. She hadn't cried when her parents were gone. She hadn't cried when her sister was taken. She'd become a shadow of her former, cheerful self, yet she hadn't cried. But as she lifted her dull brown eyes to gaze at the victims of this war, the real feeling of loss, was beyond anything she had comprehended. A deep grief filled her, as she finally broke down, her tears watering the blood-stained earth
Revenge was incomprehensible to her mind, but she vowed to wreck vengeance on the arrogant and mindless Calamity known as Ganondorf, who'd caused this mess, who'd killed her entire family, who'd destroyed her beautiful hometown.
Using a whetstone that she'd found on one of the bodies, she sharpened the blade of a blunt decorative dagger that was studded with a Hylia's Amethyst that her mother had carried around with her. Gathering her long skirts, she cut through them, loosening and freeing her legs from the burden of the expensive woolen cloth.
She tied her hair up in a braided bun, and put on a pair of woolen leggings. Her purple blouse remained unchanged, and her creamy white dress was now up to her knees, allowing her to run. Zelda tied the sheath of the blade on her belt, which hung from her waist.
She promised herself that she'd find the Hero of Time, and free him from Ganondorf's clutches, as he'd done to her, another lifeline ago.
The Broken Hero
Somewhere, in the gates of die Vergeltung, the beaten hero lay in torn shreds of clothing, dyed bloodred by his scars and wounds. A hint of fiery sky blue hid beyond a deathlike grey in his half-lidded eyes. Rotting Ordonian goat meat, infused with the remains of a red Chu to prevent the prisoner from dying of starvation and horrid torture sat in a rusting metal pot.
His once-green tunic was stained a dark beige, the color that blood takes on when it dries. Fresh red was already staining his tunic, and the lash marks of endless torture was scattered across his skin. Ghoul rats could be felt, scampering along his weary body, draining what little energy he'd had left, as a bublin chained his wrists and ankles. Roughly, they tossed the limp form of the hero into the cramped cell.
On his left hand, the Triforce of Courage glowed listlessly, and he crawled over to the trough of decaying meat. He pulled strips of raw goat straight off the bones of the lifeless animal, and chewed it vigorously. The effects of the red Chu coursed through his veins, revitalizing his body, and healing bruises, cuts, and other various minor injuries inflicted upon him as he went through his torment.
He savored the flavor of the iron in the goat's blood, and gnawed on the ribs for any scraps of meat left. He'd lost his dignity, his identity, and his own consciousness. The wolf inside him took over his instinct, and only focused on one goal. To survive, and to become free of this infinite agonizing.
Somewhere, a girl's scream could be heard as a bokoblin invaded her, and took her innocence. Outside of his cell, a woman began to sing an old Hylian song. Her voice, clear as the crystals in Hylia Lake sang a sorrowful, mourning melody. She sang to grieve lost ones, and to hope for a brighter future. Her grief and love filled the song, and healed wounds in the hero's heart.
Steps sounded, getting closer and closer to Link. Recognition flashed across the hero's eyes, as the grey orbs flashed blue defiantly.
Ooh, so it's a cliffhanger.. Should I continue, or just leave you poor people waiting? Rate and review, please. I will be waiting for your reply, peeps!