Days past since the death of Link, Hyrule's most treasured hero. The black cloud of misery fogged over Hyrule's Castle Town. There was no music, no dancing, no running children, and a changed princess. Zelda slowly put on her black glove to match her black dress and headpiece that fell over her face as she stared blankly out of her window, viewing at the Castle Town. Her eyes had gotten swollen from the tears, face pale, and lost hope. Today was the funeral.
Her bedroom door squeaked open slowly, "Princess?" a guard came forward, "are you ready for departure?"
She did not answer, or look at him. "Princess?" he repeated, "It is time for you to go. The carriage is waiting to set for the Funeral."
"Please." she broke her silence, raising her hand up, "I will come down when I am ready, post guard."
"I-I" he stuttered, "Very well, princess." he said as he shut the door.
A tear slid down her face as she crouched to the ground and put her hands over her face. "I cannot go…" she whispered, "what will become of my people? Of everybody?" she looked back up, "why must this be like it is-"
Suddenly, a dark green hand covered her mouth as she rose from the ground into somebody's chest. The armor poked into her back and her skull. She squirmed and tried screaming, but it was no hope.
"Don't worry, Zelda." the dark voice whispered to her, "I didn't hurt anybody downstairs to get to you…" he held her tighter in his grip, "Don't resist, or I'll kill all of them, just like your precious hero."
She looked up at the manly figure holding her hostage, then resisted fighting back. She noticed now who it was, Ganondorf. "Good girl…" he whispered, "There is no point in resisting. I could blow your skull into bits if I wanted."
He laughed an evil joyful laugh, as he came out of the window holding the princess by his grip, and his large hand covering her mouth. She slowly closed her eyes as she allowed him to take her, and surrendered, as she slowly fell unconscious. He then departed with the princess' body to his castle.