Chapter 2: Awakening
The woman opened her eyes a fraction, squinting against the white light enveloping her. She blinked and opened her eyes all the way, after having adjusted to the harsh and empty glow all around. She tilted her head to gaze at what was up above her, but all she could make out was a small round hole, almost like a window, far above her, which the white light seemed to be emanating from.
She tried to move her arms, only to find that she could not move. Her wrists and ankles were bound together with bands of light that she could not stretch. She looked around again, realizing that she was also floating in mid-air, suspended in this pool of light. What am I doing here? It's all so…vague…and the aching in my head… The woman let herself hang limp, deciding to try and sleep in this captivity, with the hope of relieving the pounding in her head.
A few moments into her meditation, the sound of footsteps approaching suddenly reached her ears. She jerked her head up, searching around to see if the person was near to her. The footsteps came closer and closer, then halted abruptly. The woman held her breath, and the room was silent. In an instant the light around her faded to a dim glow close around her body, allowing her to see the actual room enclosing her.
The room was hexagonal, smooth stone walls stretching high above her head to meet at a lofty peak. The dim grayness of a clouded early morning seeped through massive windows set high in the cold architecture. Below her lay a stone platform, shaped also as a hexagon, with an emblem etched in each corner. I see…six symbols here…one looks like…a flame…another…of water…and…what do they mean? The symbols looked very familiar to her, but her attempts to recall the meaning of them were useless; her thoughts were too tangled to remember anything at all of how she had ended up in this place, or who her kidnapper was. Before she could contemplate her situation any further, a dark figure stepped out of the large dim corridor in front of her. She froze as it stepped out of the dark shadows and came into the light, the mysterious figure revealing itself as a man.
He was tall and thin but athletically built, wrapped in a loose black tunic. A black leather belt around his waste displayed rubies, which surrounded a golden symbol of three triangles. His pants were black, and he had high leather boots almost to his knees. The man's hair was yellowish-blonde, pushed back inside of a long black cap. He was a very handsome young man. A sword was sheathed in a black scabbard at his side, the silver hilt inlaid with rubies and diamonds. The same set of three triangles was etched in white gold on the pummel of the hilt. She stared at him, confusion crossing her face.
He looks like someone I've met before…but I can't place it…He stared back at her, and a warm smile slowly crossed his face. He walked slowly towards her, coming so close that she could feel his breath on her face. With a gentle hand he held her chin. "Hello, Lehrea." Lehrea…that name…it is mine… In an instant the warm smile vanished from his face. His appearance shimmered, and the comforting young man transformed into a dark and menacing man with flaming red hair and tan skin. Lehrea's thoughts screamed inside her head. I remember…Ganondorf…the dark lord…