We are such stuff/As dreams are made on; and our little life/Is rounded with a sleep.

Oct 12, 2008 23:21

[Warmed by rays of the sun that never leave the enchanted room's white stone, the Princess Zelda lies still. Swathed in white silk and satin sheets, the filmy curtains surrounding her high bed do not move with the sparse breath of wind that touches them. Thin strands--like that of cobwebs lace back in forth between high posters and canopy, misting the air above her.

[Only one window in the chamber gives light to the room. The beams of silver and gold never touch her immobile face on their own journey across the sky. No candle gives red light, nor fire devours wood in the dark hearth. The voices of the birds never breach the silence of the room, nor do the cries of battle below as monsters rage her halls.

[There is only one source of movement, of warmth, and of sound: the breath of the Princess, deep and calm as she sleeps. Her head is turned towards the door, as if awaiting the creak and whisper that humbly heralds the hero who will rouse her.

[She dreams deeply. Filled with voices and people she does not know, the inner tumult of her mind does not breach her peaceful face. For two weeks it has been so, and she sleeps on, undisturbed.

[On this night, the first change in a fortnight has occurred. Signaled outwardly only by the brief tightening of a gloved hand, a message is sent out to all who can, and will, listen to her plea:]

Hear me! I am held prisoner in Hyrule Castle, I am held within the central tower in enchanted sleep. Please, help me! Beware, the Castle is besieged by monsters...

[The Princess awaits...]

[[ooc: Oh, BY THE WAY! This is me canonifying the DR with a kidnapped Princess. What the hell, and we called ourselves Zelda dressing before this? C'mon! And everyone is welcome to save her, attempt to kill her, whatever. Not just Links/villians.]]

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