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I decided to branch out into some darker genres, and this was born. It's a ZeLink fanfic, and it will be told from two perspectives, typically switching perspectives every other chapter.
I do not own the Legend Of Zelda. Please enjoy, and read and review!
A hooded figure stood at the edge of Castle Town market. Dressed in a cloak of black, inky darkness, she seemed out of place with the bustling liveliness of the city. People took no notice of her presence- they had their lives to live, and could not afford to waste time over-thinking one of many mysterious figures that had passed through the town in the past few decades. Even the guards, competent as they seemed, revealed their incompetency by ignoring the figure that was standing, seemingly without a reason, at edge of the market at castle town.
Bugles signified the entrance of royalty- the presence of the Queen, and a hushed silence fell over the citizens, who would not cease their daily life for a mysterious hooded figure, but certainly would for their beloved Queen.
Daintily, the Queen descended the steps from the castle, her hair clasped sensibly behind her, a long, thick auburn rope, streaked with grey. Her features had the undeniable beauty- though it was aged beauty, it was undeniably there- that could belong to no other than a descendant of the Nohansen line, the dynasty that had been ruling over Hyrule for as long as anyone could remember. A tiara adorned her lovely head, a mere decoration that went highly unnoticed beside the extraordinary loveliness of the Queen, fine though it was.
She took hesitant, faltering steps down the castle stair into the center of the town, and solemnly looked around her, at the awed citizens who surrounded her. They stood in silence, as a single, glistening tear streaked down, from her eyes, past her alabaster white cheeks, and dropped onto the floor. Her ragged breathing, from there, quickly became loud sobs. It was not often that the people could witness such an emotional display from royalty, and they wondered what calamity could have caused the Queen to show such sorrow. Though in their hearts, each and every person knew just what had happened.
The Queen seemed to steel herself before addressing those around her, though she still looked quite sorrowful, a bit like a lost child. She opened her beautiful mouth to deliver the news that was her duty to announce to the world, horrible though it was. At first, nothing escaped from the lips, and she closed them awkwardly, before trying again, and this time, succeeding.
"The King," she said in an emotionless tone, a tone that resounded like cold metal, which suggested that the woman who spoke in the tone had no idea of emotions, although her teary face proved otherwise. "Is dead."
This was the cue for the hooded figure, who needed no further prompting. Swiftly, she pulled out a bow and an arrow, and aimed straight for the Queen. Every person in the town saw her, but was much too late to stop her. The arrow flew straight and true, and embedded itself deep into the chest of the grieving Queen.
For what seemed to be an eternity, time stood still. The Queen looked down at her chest, where the arrow had struck, blood quickly soaking the clothes around the wound. Then she looked up, at the people in the crowd, with sad, desolate eyes. For a moment, she stood, dignified, even in the face of death, and then slowly, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body fell forward, falling with a kind of grace that one only obtains in the final moments before death, and landed on the cobblestone floor, with a resounding thud, a note of finality. And the guards, the people, the shopkeepers looked on with dismay and regret at the avoidable fate of the Queen. If only they'd been more careful, less trusting of the mysterious hooded figure, then they'd still have their dear queen to lead them through the time of crisis. If only, if only. All the people in the square held, deep in their heart, a newfound sliver of shame.
Then, they turned on the hooded figure, or rather, they turned to where the hooded figure used to be, for she was no longer there. All that remained was the cloak, now rendered an ordinary black, a bow, and a quiver of arrows that were undoubtedly poisoned. The citizens looked amongst themselves, knowing full well that any of the people in the crowd could be the assassin. That any of the ordinary faces of their everyday lives could be a traitorous fiend that lusted for the deaths of all in the royal family.
There was silence, and it pervaded through the entire town. What, a few minutes ago was a bustling market, was now a crowd of mourning citizens, holding vigil over their beloved, fallen queen.
A solemn five year old stared out the window of the castle, into the square, where her mother had fallen. Her face betrayed no emotion- a blank expression adorned her face, but from the way she was shaking, her sorrow- tinged with fear- was evident.
She'd seen it all- how the hooded woman had shot the queen- how all the guards had been apparently oblivious as to the danger that the woman was posing. Her first thought as her mother was shot was that she'd make improvements to security when she took the throne. Sorrow came after, not quite as strong as it would have been for any other child her age, but still a powerful feeling.
Finally, anger overtook her. Rage and something more- more potent than simple rage could ever be. A lust for revenge, a feeling of pure unadulterated anger, directly associated with the hooded woman. The five year old princess began smashing her possessions onto the ground, her vision blurred by the tears that were only now beginning to grace her with their presence. Her little frame shook, her mouth curved into a bitter smile. First it was her father- murdered by his own best friend- then her mother, who was shot at by someone who was undoubtedly looking to instigate a rebellion.
The little princess saw things this way. She was quite bright for her age- her mother, bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom- had passed both the intelligence and responsibility to her, young though she was. And now, with the Queen dead on the streets, not a moment too soon either.
A slight rustling had the princess staring at the window, where the once cloaked woman stood.
"You," she spat, with untamed hate, copious amounts of hate, hate of various kinds, all poured into the one-syllable word she had just uttered.
The intruder cocked her head. "So angry for a child."
"What did you expect," the little princess laughed darkly. "Rainbows? Ponies? Unicorns?"
The intruder inclined her head. "One would think that, yes."
"After what I just saw?"
"Ah, so you saw that." The intruder smiled wickedly. "This makes my task so much harder."
"What is your task?" the little princess whispered.
"Kidnap," the intruder said, with a bit of delusional happiness tingeing her voice. She suddenly lunged at the little princess, who had been expecting this, and countered with diving under the bed.
Once underneath, the little princess quickly flitted into the crawlspace that had been fitted under her bed. She'd remembered when her mother had it installed.
"If the castle is ever under siege- and falls- you may use this to escape."
The little princess inspected the crawlspace. "It's small," she announced.
Her mother laughed. "Yes, yes it is."
"What if I grow too big for it?"
"We're hoping that you won't have to use it by that time."
The princess looked at it thoughtfully for a while, before inquiring, "Where does it lead to?"
The queen pursed her lips. "It leads to a bar in downtown. It's a safehouse. Talk to the bartender there- she'll show you where to go next."
Well, this wasn't a siege, but it'd have to do. The little princess crawled as fast as she could, away from the intruder, who was much too large a person to follow her into the crawlspace. The little princess crawled for dear life, envisioning as she crawled, approximately where she believed she was in the city.
After nearly an hour or two of crawling, the princess sat down to rest herself. Perhaps she'd stay in here- it was safe, safer than anywhere else. In a moment she knew she couldn't- no food, no water would keep her alive in the crawlspace. Sighing, she recommenced her crawling,
She crawled on… and on… and lost track of time. She didn't know for how long she'd crawled, but after a long time, she finally began to notice a light at the end of the tunnel. A good thing too, because she was beginning to believe she'd been shipped to a never-ending tunnel.
Eagerly, she pressed on- and into an empty bar, devoid of any customers. A young girl who had been sweeping the floor dropped her broom at the sight of the dusty girl who had just emerged from the tunnel.
"Who are you?" The girl said in a quiet shaky voice.
"Where's the bartender?" The princess asked.
"Telma? She's in Kakariko at the moment, why?"
"Help me," the princess said. "I have to see her."
"Who ARE you?"
The little princess trembled, and slowly lifted her hand- and the ring that sat on the smallest finger on her hand, the ring that bore the signet of the Hylian royal family. The sweeping-girl's eyes widened.
"I-I'm Zelda Nohansen, crown princess of Hyrule."
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