Nicolette12

You woke up with a jolt. Something had just stumbled into the castle, and whatever it was, it wasn't quiet. You lay motionless in your old, rickety bed; your eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and terror. The only thing that allowed you to see into the dark crannies of the room was a half-melted candle that you had smuggled from Gannondorf's room. Gannondorf had kidnapped you a while back and had worked you like a slave, ordering you around like one of his lowly servants. In return for your hard labor, you had gotten a cramped room with no windows and a moldy bed. In your opinion, it was quite a horrible bargain; working your butt off in exch

When you had finally calmed down after your hysterical weeping, you were outside of a castle. It wasn't Princess Zelda's castle, though. You were sure of it. This mansion was decrpit and falling apart, worn with age and covered in what appeared to be black slime. Although the moon was shining brighter than ever before, the whole castle seemed to be draped in an eerie shadow that couldn’t be expunged. Thick vines were crawling up and down the sides of the gloomy castle, as if they were trying to pull it down into the Earth. Dark, heavy clouds hung lowly in the red sky, just barley scraping the tips of the sharpened watchtowers. The

John jumped when you sprang up and started frantically rearranging things on the wall, mumbling something indiscernible before leaping over the coffee table as you exclaimed, “Go put on a blazer, John. We’re going to dinner.” “No,” he huffed, still a bit cross with you, and you froze, “What?” “I said no.” “Why not? It’s not like you have other plans.” “You didn’t even ask.” “Oh come on, John. I can tell you don’t have a date… you were just going to make instant noodles and watch Connie Prince reruns.” He puffed out his lip