Dean is Courage, Zelda is a Vamp, Power is Luci.

Zelda woke on the floor, in a cocoon of blue energy.

Technically, awoke wasn't the right word, she had never been asleep. Rather, she remembered. Link. TriForce. Hyrule. Everything. All the lives she had lived.

Wisdom had awakened.

The energy dispersed, and the Princess rose. Noting the print of the TriForce, like a birthmark, indented on her hand, with a mere glance. A contrast to her pale, deathly white skin. Long, sharp, canine teeth, hanging over her lip, but hiding on command. Her lush, dark hair, hanging loosely over the shoulders of her dress. A costume, naturally, as such clothes were not manufactured in this time.

Hyrule was gone. No Hylian's, that she knew of. The old world was gone...but she still had her people.

A different people, with different needs, yes. And she was their Queen.

Courage was dormant. Power was sleeping. She'd have to do something about that, Power would eventually wake, and cause trouble. While she trusted that Link would save the day, she would rather like to be prepared. Unfortunately, all that could be done was plan.

Two of the three Hunters glared at her, hatefully. Really, they shouldn't be so upset, it was only business. She was trying to recreate her people into something good, though it was slow going…

Yet, all her attention was on a single Hunter. The one who stared at her in wonder, awe, with hints of recognition or devotion. Though she doubted it was conscious.

After all these mallenia, the three of them, that were the TriForce, were firmly ingrained in each others minds, their very being. The Hero, the Princess, and the Villain, their roles firmly apart of who they were. Wisdom, Courage, Power. Endless.

Zelda couldn't help observing her Hero. Blond hair, as always, short cut. His rising and falling cheekbones, so different than the faces he had worn, before. Then again, so was she. Even his bright green eyes, which was quite a surprise, was so strange, when belonging to Link. Link had been many things, farmer, knight, rancher, orphan… yet she had never seen him with a 'bad boy' look, before... he wore it well, but on her Hero, it was disturbing.

"Link." She whispered, conveying recognition and joy.

Link seemed conflicted. Confusion and longing tearing him apart.

"What's happening to me?" He asked her, aloud. Trying to remain guarded, despite the trust in his eyes.

Zelda smiled, kindly. Scaring the other humans. She brought out her wrist, showing the TriForce of Wisdom. "It appeared on my hand, last week, just like...yours."

Link blinked, glancing at the mark with a gaze akin to betrayal, confusion plain. Finally, something seemed to sort itself out, as Zelda walked over, and broke the rope tying him. Helping the ex-Hylian to his feet.

As soon as he was freed, Link sank to his knees before the Monster Queen.

"Now, Link, there's no need for that. After all, you've saved me so many times, Hero." Zelda teased.

"I...don't remember..."

"Sometimes I don't either." Zelda admitted, with a smile. "Your TriForce is dormant. Allowing you to feel he basic effects, who I am, but unable to access the full extent."

Link seemed to think that over, quickly dismissing most of it. As always, he had more important things to do, than mull over information. That was her job. "The names Dean."

Zelda nodded. Of course Link would have a different name, eventually. Zelda had answered to many names throughout the generations. "I am Zelda."