A/N: So! I'm back from my horribly long writers' block...we'll see how long this lasts...0o But, as far as the idea goes in my head, I'm all planned out...
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Well, some of you may know me formerly, as ZeldaChik63, but I decided to change my pen name. It sounded to immature. (Insert eyerolls here) On with the story, though...
As you read in the outside summary, the main time-frame is around WWII...which some people believe to be a dodgy subject. If your one of the people who believes that Hitler or Jewish persecution never took place, I don't want to hear it. It's your own choice to read. (Not that it makes huge references to it, but it slightly spins off it.) And...that's all you'll need to know...
Worth Fighting For
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Sick and tired of staring into space, Zelda wearily stood up from her seat beside the fire to examine a tapestry across the room. She absently ran her fingers through her long golden hair before touching the fabric; thinking about something far different than the needle work.
What does he have for me now...?
She, of course, was thinking about the surprise her father had nonchalantly mentioned the night before.
I wonder if...
Her thoughts were stopped short as she began to shiver. The fire, though going strong, was not large enough to heat the mansion's massive study. Rubbing her arms, she turned to pace between the warmth to her backside and the chill to her front. When Zelda once again felt her temperature rise, she again plucked and smoothed loose seams of the tapestry.
I will not sit. I will not waste away in wonder...Even...Even if it is warm...
"Miss..." One of her father's many secretaries came into view from the alchove leading to her father's private office. "Your father will see you now...If you'd please follow me," she called.
The girl's light blue eyes quickly lifted off the tapestry, hands falling to her sides. Hastily turning from it to face the woman, she slowly complied to the command. Zelda walked nervously to the large oak doors; the only barrier between the man she called "father" and herself. With a fleeting glance, she carefully looked herself over in a mirror that was, conveniently, located next to the entryway. She smootherd down her hair, and flattened her skirt.
Giving her an approving nod, the secretary delicately grasped the golden handles. "Good luck, Miss Zelda..."
The light from the many windows blasting through the widening crevice between the doors was almost enough to blind Zelda. She quickly squinted her eyes from the intensity, and managed to make out to human suilloets inside. Taking in a shaky breath, she started her small stride itno the room.
Well, she mused, What surprise do you have for me now, dad...?
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I know, I know...a cliffie...But I do particulary like to write them...(ducks from random objects being thrown) And it's short. But you'll just have to deal. I'll update soon, I promise!
Let me know what you think!