Her eye sparkled like two gems, reflecting the light of the moon whose light poured in from a large window beside the bed. The princess sat up, aware that the room she now occupied was not her own. She also discovered, she was bare, and her clothes were nowhere near by. Instinctivly, the young woman pulled the blood red covers over herself. A large door inched open, allowing the tall, dark shadow to flow gracefully into the room.
Though the stranger approached quickly, it seemed as though every steph took and hour, every inch took a day.
"Finally, princess, you have woken," spoke a deep voice, one full of malice.
Fear made its way to the girls features, and he noticed.
"I see you are afraid. May I ask why?" He voice was silky, yet it seemed to choke the air right out of you, like a snake. The man too was bare, except for a dark pair of pants that clung tightly to his muscular legs, like skin. He took a seat on the bed, making it sink under his vastness.
Zelda scooted back, edging her way cautiously to the edge of the bed. He chuckled.
"Child, you are in my grasp. I will break you." His large hands flew to her small, frail shoulders, and he pushed her mercilessly into the bed, placing himself atop her. His eyes closed passionately as his lips found his way to hers, his tounge squirming about her mouth. Her eyes shot open in shock, for finally, she had truely woken up.
The man upon her was non other than the King of Evil, Gannondorf.
Wriggling about like mad, she kicked and flaied her arms continuously, making it hard for the villain to removed the covers from her breasts.
"Remain still, woman!" he commanded. She refused.
Her leg found contact with his skull, and he groaned in pain, releasing her and bringing his hands to his head. Taking this as a blessed moment, she rolled out of the bed and raced out of the room, for he had left the door open.
The Evil King had managed to see her flee, and roared angrily.
"Find the princess and bring her to me!" he ordered, and instantly, the dark castle was flooding with evil soldiers and moblins, who were all accompanied with bloody swords and rusty axes and a hunger for human flesh.
The princess breathed heavily as she hid in the shadows, carefully checking corners before she swiftly crossed from hall to hall, corridor to corridor. Beads of sweat tumbled from her brow, mixing with her salty tears of fear, now etching down her cheeks.
A group of soldiers had just barely passed by her without noticing, allowing her a moment to escape past them and into the main entrance. She inched slowly towards the black gate in the front of the castle, still unnoticed by the moblins. Finally, she prayed, finally she could escape from this nightmare...or at least part of it. However, her prayers were only prayers after all.
"I see her! The naked woman, there! The princess!" shouted one of the soldiers. Creatures and minions of Gannondorf flowed like a river to her as she continued to run.
"Damn," she thought hastily. The black gate was closing rapidly, and if she didn't make it out now, she was dead...or worse...
Every step the girl took seemed to take a vast amount of effort, each more exhausting than the last. It took her every ounce of strength she had to make it near the gate. In what seemed like slow motion, the huge iron gate inched to a close.
She was yards away now...
only feet...
now inches....
just centimeters...
*BOOM*
The gate had closed, causing all who remained inside the castle walls to remain prisoners. Gasping for breath, Zelda looked up, a look of pure fear in her eyes.
She...had made it. But...what now?
