Hyrule
Chapter 2
Ganondorf kneeled before hi king and queen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Princess Zelda. He knew that she did not trust him, but as long as he had the king and queen's trust, that was all he needed.
Ganondorf: Is there anything else you need me to do, Your Highness?
King Zora: No, that will be all Ganondorf. You may leave.
As Ganondorf walked by, Princess Zelda pointedly ignored him. He sneered at her as he walked by, sure that the king and queen weren't looking. Ganondorf didn't care if Princess Zelda didn't like him. He would ask for her hand in marriage soon. And he was sure that the king would say yes. After all, he WAS the most trusted man in all of Hyrule.
Princess Zelda walked towards her mother and father. She meant to question their trust in Ganondorf, and she didn't think her parents would be happy with her after.
Zelda: Mother, Father, why do you trust Ganondorf?
King Zora: Zelda! We have been over this a thousand times! Ganondorf is to be trusted! End of story!
Zelda: I meant no disrespect father! I just thought...
King Zora: Zelda, I don't want to talk about this again. Why don't you go to your room and play or something? I will see you at dinner.
Zelda nodded and left the room. As she was passing Ganondorf's room, she heard Ganondorf talking to his assistant.
Ganondorf: Yes, next week I will ask for her hand in marriage. And when the king and queen are dead, I shall be king!
Zelda suppressed a gasp of horror and fled to her room. She reached under the bed and brought out two things. A rope made of stolen bed sheets, and a plain country dress that she had lifted off of a maid that was her size. She would never marry Ganondorf, so Zelda decided to make her escape. The only question was, where would she go?
Link was tired. And dirty. And homesick. Was this what every eleven year old boy went through? As he trudged through the forest, searching for monsters to test his skill against, he suddenly wished that he was ten again. He was to make his way to the city for real training, but until then, he had to live off his own skills. His mother had taught him what he could and could not eat in the forest. His father had taught him basic sword skills. His grandfather had taught him defense strategies. All he needed for his first quest. Or so he had thought. Link still lacked in one thing. Courage.
Chapter 2
Ganondorf kneeled before hi king and queen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Princess Zelda. He knew that she did not trust him, but as long as he had the king and queen's trust, that was all he needed.
Ganondorf: Is there anything else you need me to do, Your Highness?
King Zora: No, that will be all Ganondorf. You may leave.
As Ganondorf walked by, Princess Zelda pointedly ignored him. He sneered at her as he walked by, sure that the king and queen weren't looking. Ganondorf didn't care if Princess Zelda didn't like him. He would ask for her hand in marriage soon. And he was sure that the king would say yes. After all, he WAS the most trusted man in all of Hyrule.
Princess Zelda walked towards her mother and father. She meant to question their trust in Ganondorf, and she didn't think her parents would be happy with her after.
Zelda: Mother, Father, why do you trust Ganondorf?
King Zora: Zelda! We have been over this a thousand times! Ganondorf is to be trusted! End of story!
Zelda: I meant no disrespect father! I just thought...
King Zora: Zelda, I don't want to talk about this again. Why don't you go to your room and play or something? I will see you at dinner.
Zelda nodded and left the room. As she was passing Ganondorf's room, she heard Ganondorf talking to his assistant.
Ganondorf: Yes, next week I will ask for her hand in marriage. And when the king and queen are dead, I shall be king!
Zelda suppressed a gasp of horror and fled to her room. She reached under the bed and brought out two things. A rope made of stolen bed sheets, and a plain country dress that she had lifted off of a maid that was her size. She would never marry Ganondorf, so Zelda decided to make her escape. The only question was, where would she go?
Link was tired. And dirty. And homesick. Was this what every eleven year old boy went through? As he trudged through the forest, searching for monsters to test his skill against, he suddenly wished that he was ten again. He was to make his way to the city for real training, but until then, he had to live off his own skills. His mother had taught him what he could and could not eat in the forest. His father had taught him basic sword skills. His grandfather had taught him defense strategies. All he needed for his first quest. Or so he had thought. Link still lacked in one thing. Courage.