Hey Guys! Dova Here!
So, I know I said I'd update every Sunday but I just couldn't wait! So I decided to give a Sneak Peak into the story. Keep in mind, so as not to get confused, that this is not the beginning of the story. This actually takes place in like chapter two. So this is basically just a taste of what the story will be like. (Being posted after original posting of Sneak Peak) So i just made some changes to this after receiving some absolutely amazing advice from one of my favorite authors on Fan fiction, NaruSasuNarulover. So the changes are that now when some one is speaking i'll let you know who is. And I'm updating the summary you see as you scroll over the story when searching (not chapter one, heavens no, its way too long). so that's about it and...Oh wait, not about it! I wanted to let you all know that I will be posting my first NaruSasu story here sometime this week (mean to today... Lost track of time... You know how it is). Now that's it!
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with The Legend of Zelda.
Here we go!
"Why are you doing this Gladious?" Zelda was clearly trying to put as much venom into her words as humanly possible.
"Oh Princess, have you forgotten? Do you honestly not remember the battle you started between our countries? The battle in which my uncle, Mordas, the only man who ever really cared for me, was killed by the hands of a Hylian soldier. A soldier commanded by you. You Princess Zelda are the reason my entire life was ruined! Now I'm going to ruin yours! Pay back is a bitch." Gladious scoffed, clearly offended by the princess's lack of memory.
"You know you'll never succeed. The people of Hyrule will not stand for this." Zelda yanked fiercely on the binds holding her wrists behind her back.
"Oh yeah? Well then I'll just have to kill you and the children of the corn too!" Gladious let out a laugh like a snakes rattle.
"These "children" are not to be taken lightly Gladious. You will fall, just like Gannon when he tried to do the same. You will fall by the same hands as well. The Hero of the Gods will stop you and I have faith in that." Once again giving a fierce tug at her bonds to no avail. Useless.
"Ugghhh, guards take her away. I'm tired of listening to her jabbering. Oh and make sure she's guarded. She's a feisty one." Gladious snaked a velvet gloved finger across Zelda's cheek, sending shivers of disgust down her spine. Once she was safely into the guards hands did he take his eyes off of her. She was definitely not to be trusted. Witch, that's the whole reason the war that took his uncle from him was started. A country that delved into magic and sorcery was not to be allowed to survive. Countries like that could shatter the entire world. He sighed; it had been a long day indeed. Hours of constant documents to be signed, citizens to question, and of course the preparations to formally take the throne of Atlem as his own. But the she-witch was right on one thing. The Hero of the Gods was a threat. A threat rightfully feared. A threat he had no idea how to eliminate. Gladious glided over to his gold encrusted throne of maroon colored velvet, his favorite.
"My lord." A drawled out greeting from his closest advisor, Gatell. Gladious hardly noticed his presence kneeling beside his throne. "If I may be so bold, as to offer my advice?"
"Very well, what is it?" It wasn't that Gladious doubted his advisor wouldn't have good advice, after all Gatell was chosen as advisor for a reason. It was just that he was exhausted and craving the feeling of his nice feather bed.
"The Hero of the Gods is a threat to be taken care of as soon as possible. Perhaps we should send out scouts, my lord. To search." Gatell gave a quick prayer under his breath, hoping for a good reaction from the prince after receiving the advice. Gladious was notorious for his quick temper.
"To search for WHAT, Gatell, you try my patience!" Gladious tapped his finger impatiently on the jewels encrusted into the arm of his throne.
"The sword, my most gracious lord Gladious. Should we not send out scouts to find the Master sword? The legendary weapon wielded by the Hero of the Gods when he defeated Gannondorf. Surely if the Hero means to move against us, he'll need the sword. We set up an ambush." Once again avoiding eye contact, muttering a silent prayer.
"An intriguing idea Gatell, however what makes you think the Hero would have returned the sword to its pedestal after Gannon's defeat?" He hoped Gatell would be able to answer this, the idea was... intriguing.
"The Hero is smart, my lord. He, of all people, should know that as long as he has the sword on him it is in danger. If he is killed while he is in possession of the sword, ownership will pass to whoever killed him, my lord. However if the sword is returned to its pedestal then the only one who'll be able to draw it shall be the one chosen by the goddesses, him." Gatell stood proud this time, knowing that his vast knowledge would impress the prince-er... king... well soon to be king.
"Of course…. Gatell!" Gladious snapped his fingers, a sort of discriminate way of demanding attention.
"Yes, my lord?" Gatell gulped, wondering what it was the boy had in store for him.
"Send out a group of soldiers! Find this sword and create this ambush you had in mind! But be warned if you should fail, it will be your head roasting at the end of a spit! Now get out of my sight! And do not return without the Hero's head on a silver platter!" Gladious sneered and pointed a finger at Gatell before storming of in the direction of his chambers.
"Yes. My Great King Gladious..." Gatell said, even though Gladious was out of ear shot. Gods, he was in deep now.