"What about my parents?" Zelda had been beaten beyond recognition and could not move. She was thrown into a cell next to one with prisoners in it. When she fell to the floor in the cell she heard a voice to her left cry out, "Dear Naryu what happened to this poor girl!" Another voice called out to the first, hush Milena, get your water to help this poor girl's wounds. Amila, get yours too."
Zelda knew the voices, they were familiar, as if from a dream. She rolled as close to the other cage as she could and looked into their eyes. Because she was beaten so badly she could not make them out. But the voices she heard were real, they were from her past. But where?
"There," said the woman's voice, "the blood is off her face. My you were a pretty…" She stopped. She recognized the royal clothes and the crown on her head. "Zelda," she placed a loving hand on her cheek, "Is that you?"
Zelda nodded and smiled slightly.
"Polina," tears steamed down her face, "what has he done to you!"
"No more than what I deserve."
"Nonsense child, no man great or small deserves this, especially not you!"
"I have put you through so much pain."
"Not in the least." Her mother placed her hand under Zelda's face and lifted it up slightly. "You are meant to bring peace to this world. And you will do it. I know you will. Don't give up hope."