Diplomatic relations had been cut short. Literally. The King of Hyrule's head departed from the King of Hyrule's neck, flew through the air trailing blood, bounced across the floor of the Hyrule throne room, and came to rest at the feet of the leader of the Gerudo, Ganondorf, who sheathed his bloody sword and set about dispatching the castle guards with bolts of dark energy.
On the other side of the Hyrule Castle, Zelda paled as alarm bells began to sound and soldiers scrambled into action. It was the day she had been dreading for a long time. The one from her nightmares. It was all coming true.
"Princess." Impa strong hand took her shoulder, half-reassuring her, half-hurrying her to the door. "We have to go. There's a horse waiting for us."
The screams of dying men and the smell of burning bodies rang through the corridors as they raced for the stables. It sounded more like an army besieging the castle than a single man. Almost there, Impa pressed a piece of inscribed parchment into Zelda's hand.
"It's a spell of the Sheikah that will mask your appearance. Use it to disguise yourself."
Zelda unfurled the parchment, quickly memorising the spell and anti-spell written on it, before speaking it out loud...
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