Zelda sat up in her bed. The light from the moon illuminated her as she got up, and changed into something more suitable: a simple black pullover and trousers. She examined herself in the mirror, and found she was in no way invisible in the darkness: her bright, blonde hair made her stand out, and shook around her whenever she moved.
Sighing, she pushed her hair into the back of her shirt, and looked back: it wasn't much of a disguise at all, but it would have to do. Walking out the door, she went to try and change history. Again.
She sneaked out the door, and found her loftwing, tied up where she had left her. It whined softly as she slipped the chain from its neck.
"You'll understand. I'll explain later, okay?" She soothed her bird, and stroked its feathers. Content with this, the bird lowered itself so Zelda could mount.
"Where do you think you're going-" Whispered a voice behind her. The owner pulled her back, and forced her onto the ground. "Little girl."
Zelda didn't have a chance to scream; her attacker forced his hand over Zelda's mouth, and she squirmed under his grip, twisting and turning.
"Quiet, girl!" The figure lifted its head, and the moonlight played across his features, illuminating his face. Zelda's eyes widened in fear as she recognised the man who had killed Pipit: Ghirahim.
No matter how much she squirmed, she couldn't get away from his iron grip. Eventually, he got bored, and shook her.
"Stay still, you insufferable wench!" He whispered. He kneeled over her, pinning her arms back with his legs, but kept his hand over her mouth.
"Stop moving!" He said annoyed, easily pinning her to the ground. "If you want to live, stop this irrelevant fight."
Zelda slowly calmed down, but her mind was still racing. 'What's he going to do to me... Hang me like Pipit? Or maybe something worse...'
"Good. Now, I can't help but notice how you are outside. Care to tell me why?" He spoke like a gentleman, but his meaning was more than vicious. He removed his hand from her mouth so she could speak.
"Nothing..." Zelda blurted out quickly, too scared to come up with a good lie. Ghirahim just laughed.
"Nothing? Ha! You think I am stupid, girl?" He slammed her head into the ground, winding her. "Tell me what you were doing!" He was shouting now, and was pushing his weight down onto her, hurting and squishing her.
"Surface..." She whispered, in terrible pain. Instead of laughing, Ghirahim raised his eyebrows in question.
"Well well, who has been a naughty girl... Mind telling me why, princess?" He took on a patronising tone, and a condescending stare: not that Zelda cared. She just wanted him off.
"To see the sights..." She muttered feebly, looking away from his glare.
"Don't lie!" He suddenly snarled, making Zelda jump. "Why shouldn't I just kill you." He stated. His hand started to curl around her throat, cutting her breath off inch by inch.
"Well?" He asked again. Zelda just grasped to his hand, but to no avail, not managing to loosen the iron grip of his slender fingers.
"Don't want to answer? Fine. I'll let you take time to think." His grip loosened, and Zelda spluttered and coughed, gasping in air.
"Still nothing?" He asked, after Zelda had recovered. "Maybe the implements of the dungeon will loosen your tounge... Or maybe your bones..." He whispered threateningly. Before she could react, Zelda was hauled upright, and held so her feet just scraped the ground. With no hand stopping her now, she screamed for all it was worth, as she was slowly dragged to the horror of this dungeon.
Ghirahim stopped halfway there, and as if to show off his prise, he held Zelda by the scruff of the neck, shouting to the village. "Hear ye, hear ye! Look who misbehaved, everyone! This... Thing is going to the dungeon. Anyone want to help her?" He shouted out. A small crowd of strangers collected, people who were working late or had come to see the source of the shouting. There was general muttering as the demon waved his prise above his head, laughing at the meekness of humankind.
"None? You would allow your own to die? How about you!" He pointed into the crowd, and they separated to show her hero, boldly standing in front of Ghirahim.
"Link! Link! Please help!" Zelda shouted, kicking her legs as she dangled on the demon's arm. Link lifted his head to look at her, not with a smile or an anger, but with a sorrow.
"Link!" She shouted out again, but still her hero did nothing. Amongst a backdrop of Ghirahim's demonic laughter, Link hung his head in defeat, and shuffled his feet.
"Your not up for a fight?" Asked Ghirahim. He held Zelda behind his back, and took a sparing pose, a thin rapier appearing in his hand. "Yah!" He shouted, daintily mocking her hero.
Eventually, he dropped the pose, and started to drag Zelda along the ground.
"You humans never are fun. Well, goodbye, mighty one!" He shouted sarcastically. "May we cross blades again!" With the last word, he threw his sword down at Link's feet, but Link didn't move to grab it, to try to save her.
He had given up hope. No matter how much she cried as she was dragged towards what she suspected would be a long, drawn out death, Link just stood their, feet together, staring shamefully at the ground. As she got further away, she saw various friends moving in to console him.
'It's like I'm already dead...' Was her last coherent thought. The rest was just chains, shackle, rags, rust, nail, hammer, pain. Scream.
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Not as long as usual, and I apologise for this. But the only time I have has been taken up by awesome next gen PC's, and I haven't had much time for this. Soz, brohimes. But this isn't the end, it will just take a little longer.
As always.
To be continued.