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The Legend of Zelda: The Crystal Keys
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 Created on 8-22-07
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::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 the ‘white gold’ 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 values.
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 finely crafted necklace of beautiful gems rested peacefully around her neck and prolonged to the collar of her shirt; and like a prism, the spectrum exploded from the crystals because of the sunlight.
The skies held no clouds, and the sun held no mercy. Its light beat 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. She let a bare foot gently sweep across the clear, cold pond and it sent shivers through her body. Though, she felt safety’s presence, and her locks made a suitable pillow, so she slumbered.
~*~
“Zelda…” His firm palm rubbed her left shoulder gently in 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. He was a handsome Hylian dressed in a forest green tunic and casual hiking boots, with gorgeous golden brown hair parted in the centre. 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 cooed 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 pecked 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.
~*~
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. 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 sentimental 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. Then, in loneliness, Zelda felt a dark feeling of vulnerability wash over her. It was all too familiar. Her eyes squinted as she recognized the figure in the rippled reflection below her.
She thrust her hand backward towards his stomach, but he easily grabbed hold of her fist. He slowly twisted it - forcing her to follow along, as 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 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."
“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 the ‘white gold’ 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 values.
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 finely crafted necklace of beautiful gems rested peacefully around her neck and prolonged to the collar of her shirt; and like a prism, the spectrum exploded from the crystals because of the sunlight.
The skies held no clouds, and the sun held no mercy. Its light beat 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. She let a bare foot gently sweep across the clear, cold pond and it sent shivers through her body. Though, she felt safety’s presence, and her locks made a suitable pillow, so she slumbered.
~*~
“Zelda…” His firm palm rubbed her left shoulder gently in 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. He was a handsome Hylian dressed in a forest green tunic and casual hiking boots, with gorgeous golden brown hair parted in the centre. 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 cooed 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 pecked 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.
~*~
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. 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 sentimental 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. Then, in loneliness, Zelda felt a dark feeling of vulnerability wash over her. It was all too familiar. Her eyes squinted as she recognized the figure in the rippled reflection below her.
She thrust her hand backward towards his stomach, but he easily grabbed hold of her fist. He slowly twisted it - forcing her to follow along, as 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 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."
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Please Login to post comments| On August 29th 2007 bigearringsgir Said : | |
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That is awesome! Tell me you're writing more - you are writing more, right? It's way cool! But I don't get the last part; was it her Prince that said the last sentence? |
