The Princess was in danger.
I fled through the palace, down the long halls, past the guards and monsters and their broken corpses. I could smell the scents of battle as the castle was lost.
My abdomen burned like acid. Blood pattered gently to the floor with my every step. I would not last much longer.
The Dark Lord had managed to brush me aside with little effort, and was making his way towards the bedchambers. I would stop him before I died. I didn't know how, but I would not let him touch her.
My darling Princess Zelda.