A/N: Welcome to mah story! It takes place long after OoT. Throughout the story, characters resembling those from the Ogre Battle Saga will be used and are property of Atlas games. Their behavior is modified to my liking. This prologue contains a brief dream sequence in which a non-sexual, but perhaps hinting scene takes place between Zelda and Link. Be advised. If this material offends you, read over it or otherwise exit now.

:Prologue:

"A prisoner of both my mind, and my enemy.."

Allowing herself to fall, she landed softly on the ground below. She spread her hands directly outwards - as if to create a snow angel, though snow would cease to exist for a time. Then by tilting her head to the side, she admired the beauty of her castle courtyard. Princess Zelda barely realized that her many hours of work had produced the very garden in which she lay. At first, she was resistant with nature - but was mankind not cursed to labor over the ground? As the garden grew and flourished, so did her morals.

Zelda's carefree, golden hair extended beyond her shoulders to the scapula, and mingled with the grass beneath her. Gorgeous earrings dangled beautifully from her ear lobes, laying dormant against the rippling ground. What seemed to be hieroglyphics lined the middle of her light pink dress, ending just above the chest. Peach gloves stretched in desperation towards her elbows, but were cut short. A necklace of beautiful gems rested peacefully around her neck and extended to the collar of her shirt; obviously of excellent quality. The spectrum shone from the jewel's soul due to the sun's more-than-gentle touch.

The skies held no clouds, and the sun held no mercy. Its light beat upon Zelda's flesh and stung her cornflower blue eyes. Slouching over, she shifted to the left and pulled her knees to her stomach. Thrusting lightly, she rolled softly down the hill to end under the shade of the trees, and her hands released from the other's grasp. A bare foot gently swept across the clear, cold pond and sent shivers through her body. Feeling safety's presence, Zelda slumbered under the comfort of her golden locks.

Transition

"Zelda…" His firm palms rubbed her left shoulder gently in an attempt to awaken her. Within moments, she arose - her lower body curled beneath her figure. His muscled chest followed behind. He gently brushed his lips against her neck playfully. Forearms slithered their way around Zelda's slim waist, and hands interlocked.

"Link…" she muttered blankly, placing her glove over his own. He was a handsome Hylian dressed in a forest green tunic and casual hiking boots, with gorgeous golden brown hair parted in the center. Link smiled into her features, and he leaned right to rest his chin on her waiting shoulder. His welcoming eyes hypnotized her.

"I missed you," Link whispered softly into her ear. She returned his smile for but a moment, her sight wandering from his innocent, handsome face to the hilt of his sword.

"C'mon, chin up!" Link said joyfully, releasing his grip to place his thumb underneath it. He gently pressed her chin upwards to meet his gaze. Zelda's pursed lips rested upon Link's for a brief second. She shifted in position to face him, and their cheeks met; An arm wrapped around him in friendly embrace.

Transition

Zelda awoke to the shuffling of armored feet, and the clinking of chain mail. Her right hand pushed against the hard ground beneath her to sit upright, and then slowly rose to stand on her naked feet. It was only the castle guards taking their all too familiar patrol around the castle. Out of habit, she brushed her dress lightly- and biting her lip, she realized it was only a dream. … No, it was a memory. Still half asleep, her tired eyes aimlessly slithered until they met with those of her partner: Yumil. Prince Yumil. He timidly approached her, spreading his arms wide for a hug. She shuddered away slightly, "I don't feel well" she bluffed.

"I'm sure you've heard of tomorrow evening's banquet, would you care to join me?" He couldn't help but blush as his frail body heaved from his short jog. Zelda had grown to despise the commonly held banquets. Held at the castle, held elsewhere - it didn't matter to her. Oh boy… the privilege of watching her father drink, catching up with relatives and acquaintances of whom she could care less of, and hearing the latest gossip; nothing of great importance or value. But she knew what it meant to the dear boy.

"Of course, my love," she replied. He smirked and, with nothing more to say, ran off in the direction he came. Grief rushed over her weary heart because of her deceptive ways. Once upon a time, she never had feelings for the Prince. To her, he was but a close friend - and nothing more. Sidestepping to the pond once more, she lightly dipped her bare right foot into the refreshing water. Her eyes squinted as she recognized the figure in the rippled reflection below her.

Swiftly turning to face her adversary, she dexterously threw a punch for his stomach; but he easily grabbed hold of her fist. He slowly twisted it - forcing her to follow along, as if in a dance, to prevent injury. Rolling into his arms, she grunted as he held her tightly. His hand inched up the side of her body, until his grimy fingers grasped her neck. Zelda held her tongue - she knew it could – and would only get her into trouble. With one swift movement, his nail sliced through the slim string of her necklace. She watched it as it fell before her feet, several of the smaller crystals rolling off.

"Hello, love... Cooperate, or die."