| The woman approached the looming fortress just as a light rain began to fall, making dots on her dusty cloak. A guard approached, and said; "May I have some identification?" The woman pulled back her woolen hood, revealing a bushy head of blue hair. The man nodded, and let the strange woman proceed through the iron gate. She entered the dark halls, rain dripping from the bedraggled hem of her cloak. She went into a room with a large pedestal in the center, and many potions lining the shelves. The woman hung her cloak on a wooded peg, and looked to the stone about her neck. It was a pearl, as large as a baby's head, and very heavy. She fingered it lightly and removed it from the gilt chain it hung from. The woman then placed the pearl on the pedestal, where it floated in midair, and glowed, illuminating the dark walls of the chamber. She waved her smooth, small hands above it, chanting; "Pearl of the Heavens, show thy power...." A picture appeared in it, of a young man and woman, all together. "The Royal Family...." The woman seethed to herself. "Heh heh..I will get them...Then, when they die, I will not only claim the throne, but I shall steal the Triforces of Wisdom and Courage after they leave their bodies. Then, I, the great Drazira, shall become the ultimate ruler of all Hyrule, and eventually Demiari itself!!!! Heh heh heh." Drazira chuckled to herself. She then scanned the shelves in her chamber, and pulled a bottle of a fizzing potion. Grimacing at the sour taste, she took a gulp, and her form began to change. Her dark skin lightened to a milky paleness, like a Hylian's, and her pale blue hair faded to a silvery blonde. Drazira peered into a looking glass, and grinned at her reflection. Drazira slipped into a very low cut blue satin dress, and placed the Pearl of the Heavens back on it's chain, and pulled out a Deku nut. Drazira threw it to the ground, and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. She found herself standing before a huge castle. Coughing and gasping from the smoke, Drazira looked at her Pearl, which revealed a small drain hole on the east side of the castle. She darted past the guards, and squeezed inside the drainhole. *** Link and Zelda sat in the King's study, cracking a bottle of champagne open. Giggling wildly, Zelda poured them each a fizzing glass, and Link clinked his glass against hers, saying; "I love you, Zelda." "I love you too, Link..." Zelda kissed him. Link blushed crimson, and kissed her back passionately. They sipped the champagne, but, suddenly, a golden chandelier loosened, and fell, cracking the King's desk in two, narrowly missing Link and Zelda. Link jumped back, and Zelda screamed, only to alert the guards. The champagne spilled all over the place. Soldiers came running into the study, seeing the busted desk and the young couple startled. "Who did this, Your Highness and Sir Link?" A husky guard asked in a coarse accent. "The chandelier fell." Zelda said. The guard asked; "What did you do to make it fall?" "Nothing. We were just having a drink when it fell." Link said. The guard stroked his beard, just as King Harkinian rushed in, fear written on his face. He stood, aghast at the sight. "What is going on!" He cried. Zelda told him the whole story. Harkinian asked; "Why did it fall? Who loosened the bolts?" He gazed at the stone ceiling, thoughtfully. Everything looked normal, except for a small burn mark near a bolt hole. The King shrugged it off, and said; "Best tighten security though...Bring some guards from the West Wing over here, and you two," He looked to his daughter and son-in-law, "stay here in the East Wing until I say otherwise." "But, Father..." Zelda protested. "No buts young lady. I'm still the King around here. Once you're Queen, you can push everyone around, but until then, you're still under my orders." The King left, along with the guards. Link and Zelda trudged back to their chambers they shared since they had married three weeks before, not knowing of the danger lurking in the shadows of the halls. *** Drazira had to stifle a dissapointed groan. She hadn't wanted to use major magic, she had just melted the bolts of the chandelier. But; "Curses! I'll have to use major stuff from now on.." She hissed. She slipped into the halls, only to be stopped by a woman with silver hair, her face was no longer youthful, but not yet old. "Miss, what are you doing?" Impa asked Drazira. Drazira had to think fast. "I -um..I was looking for a job?" Drazira stammered. "In the King's study???" Impa asked skeptically. "The-the King's study? I knew I was lost." Dazira lied. "Very well. You're hired." Impa said. "We could use another maid in the kitchen." "Thank you, miss." Drazira said. This could be the best way to kill the Royal Family, under disguise. Ha! "Come along. You'll need a uniform." Impa beckoned Drazira, who followed her down to the dark servant's quarters, where she was shown to a wardrobe in which hung plain cream linen dresses. Impa got one out, and handed it to Drazira. She then led Drazira down a dark corridor to a small room, containing little more than a straw stuffed palled, an oil lamp, and a chair. She then shut the rough hewn door, and left Drazira alone. Drazira chuckled to herself, slipped into the linen dress, and sat down to plan how she would kill the Royal Family. *** Drazira was awakened the next morning by a loud bell clanging. Through a knothole, she saw other servants dashing to work. Quickly, Drazira slipped her pearl from around her neck, and tucked it in the folds of her blue gown beneath her pallet. She then ran out to the kitchen, snickering to herself the whole way. |
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