"Maybe there is hope for a cold-blooded assassin and torture specialist like me."

Does one ever expect life to change so drastically? One secret agent in her late 20s never thought so.

May 12, 2015. London.

"Well, another happy birthday to me. Spent alone, once again." A young woman said to herself as she blew out a single candle on a cupcake. "Bah humbug. It's so bloody boring around here, nothing to do between missions, ever since that useless wanker took off."

She sat down on her couch, and ate her cupcake. She poured herself a glass of Moscato, then raised her glass in the air as a sardonic toast. "Well, here's to yet another year in this craptastic world..." she took a big sip of the sweet, fruity wine.

She heaved a sigh and stared up at the ceiling fan for a moment. Outside, rain begin to fall and thunder boomed in the distance. "Damn...when the hell does it NOT rain? This dank, dreary country can rot for all I care. Back in Rome, it was always sunny...but I can't ever go back there. The person I was born as doesn't exist anymore. I wish I could just disappear. Awaken on a distant tropical island somewhere."

She poured herself yet another glass of wine, stood up and walked over to her display shelf, where she kept a special amulet. She took the ruby teardrop into her hands and looked over it a bit. It was a gift from her late mother. "Seems like this is the last memento I really have of you, Mum. I pray you are watching over me..." she clasped her hand around the talisman and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt stinging on the back of her left hand.

"Ow, what the..." she placed the amulet back on the shelf. "That was weird. Must be all the stress catching up to me."

She walked over to her entertainment center, opened a drawer, and picked through her games. "Twilight Princess? Hmm...I just beat that a few weeks ago. If only life worked the way video games did." she muttered wistfully to herself, pulling out the game of her choice and placing it in her Wii U.

"I think I could use some Metroid Prime right now..." she sat down on the couch and connected her Wii remote to the nunchuck and started the Metroid Prime Trilogy.

After an hour or so of gameplay, she grew tired. She grabbed her bottle of sleeping pills, looked at it for a moment, and thought, "Not like it's a good idea to take these after drinking, but there's not much of a chance I'll OD after being trained to withstand poison." Heaving a sigh, she opened the bottle, and popped the pill in her mouth, chasing it with a swig of wine. After a few moments, she passed out right there on the couch.

The next day.

"Oh...what now...?" The young woman was woken up by the sound of her phone blaring. She grabbed it and answered, "Yes?"

"Agent Faron, we've been trying to get a hold of you all morning! We need you to report to HQ immediately. We have a serious issue to discuss."

Agent Emmy Faron heaved a sigh and said, "Alright, I'll be right there." then hung up and quickly dressed herself. She took care to conceal a gun, a tranquilizer pistol, and some throwing knives within her wardrobe. She pulled her long, dark red hair into a side ponytail, grabbed her keys and headed for HQ.

"Sir, Agent Faron has arrived." an agent said to General Peter Wright, a decorated war hero in his fifties who had served in the Royal Army.

"Splendid, send her in." came the reply.

Emmy walked in and saluted her superior. "Agent Faron reporting, sir!"

General Wright nodded and said, "Have a seat, Agent. I have gained a bit of intel that will cause drastic changes around here."

"Such as?"

"We've been informed by a reliable source that you have ties to the Italian Mafia, Agent Faron...or rather...Britanni Chiarro."

Agent Faron closed her eyes and huffed through her nose as she folded her arms across her chest, then said, "Is that so? I can tell you that information is nothing more than slander. Have I ever given you a reason to not trust me?"

"You should know, as an agent, that tough decisions must often be made." said General Wright, looking almost regretful. "We have documents proving your relation to Vincenzo Chiarro. I'm sorry, but we cannot take chances keeping you here. You've been compromised."

"Why discharge me from the agency? Why not send me in to investigate him instead? You should know that I have nothing to do with Vince or the mob!" Emmy replied, eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"Trust me, this isn't an easy decision for me to make, but I have my reasons. You were always a valuable assassin, but my hands are tied in this situation." General Wright said, remorsefully. "Vince Chiarro is a powerful man."

"What exactly is going on, General? Is he forcing your hand!?" Emmy asked with concern, taking note that her commanding officer was trying to hide the fact that he did not want to go through with cutting her off. "I know how charming and charismatic he can be, trust me on that. Just let me go undercover and I can-"

"Whether or not I'm forcing his hand is of no concern to you. Hello again sis! It's been a while." said a handsome, average height man in his mid 30s with brown hair and blue eyes as he walked in.

Emmy jumped up from her chair and whipped around to lay eyes on the newcomer. "Vince! Are you trying to blackmail my commanding officer!? You have a lot of nerve."

"You see...I cut a deal with the general here. I've paid him handsomely to keep quiet and in exchange for you! I need you back home…for reasons." said Vincenzo with a devious grin as he touched his sister's cheek. Emmy stared at him, feeling her anger boiling within her.

"That's right, Britanni. I have no choice. You must go with him, and I will do whatever is necessary to make sure you comply." said General Wright with a serious expression.

"What? You've got to be kidding me." said Emmy, or rather, Britanni, as she clenched her fists. "What's going on here? This is so unlike you!"

"Don't make this harder than it already is. Please, be gone." he replied, coldly. "Vincenzo, you better make good on your end of the deal. I'll be in touch."

"Will do, Pete! Consider your daughter safe. I'll have her brought here immediately. Brit, it's time to go." said Vin as he took Britanni by the arm. "My master awaits."

"Daughter? Vince, you held his daughter hostage just so he'll turn me over to you?" Britanni said as she glared at her brother with disgust. "Fine. I'll come with you, but I want to make sure you turn her back over to him."

"If that's what you want, then fine." Vince agreed, then called someone, giving the order. He and Britanni waited in the hallway for a few minutes, in silence.

Britanni sat against the wall, fuming. She wanted nothing more than to take her brother out right then and there. However, she knew that such an action could possibly get General Wright's young adult daughter killed.

"What's the matter, dear sister? Think of this as you saving someone's life. Besides, remember how good I used to make you feel? How convenient it was to have such a pretty woman so closely related to me. I'm so glad you and I aren't related by blood." Vince said, with a smug, perverted expression.

"That was a long time ago." Britanni replied, coldly. She couldn't deny how attractive Vince still was, but was completely disgusted by his personality.

"No need to put up walls of ice anymore. It's been so long since I've felt your-" Vince was interrupted when two masked agents arrived with a young woman, who was gagged and had been crying.

"So you made good on your deal to General Wright. I'm impressed." Britanni said as she approached the hostage, and gently touched her face. "It's ok, Michelle. You're safe now." She nodded and closed her eyes. Britanni then untied the gag, then she, Vince, and the masked henchmen accompanied Michelle to the general's office.

"Daddy!" Michelle cried out as she ran to her father, who had stood up to receive the heartfelt embrace his terrified daughter had given him. "I was so scared..."

"Shelly, thank God! It's alright, you're safe now!" General Wright hugged her tightly, and gave a heartfelt nod of gratitude and remorse to Britanni.

Britanni simply smiled with her lips, then turned to Vince and said, "Let's go. Leave them be. You've got what you want."

"Very well." Vince and the two agents followed Britanni through the door, and they walked down the hallway. "Alright. It's about time we took you home. You will do our bidding. Our Master believes you to be a valuable asset to his ambitions." Vince said to his sister, with a calm, but very coercive tone. "You have no choice. After all, you've just defected from your agency, so there's nothing left here for you. It's not just General Wright I've bribed."

"You mean to tell me..." Britanni came to a harsh realization.

They were stopped by a handful of MI-6 agents. "Stop right there!"

Britanni pointed her pistol at Vince. "Agents, take him into custody!" she commanded, hoping to save her own skin.

"Britanni Chiarro, it's you we want!"

"Oh, dear sis, you forget how persuasive I can be. I also have a little bit of help. I guess you could call it...magic!" Vince replied, with an evil chuckle.

"Mind control magic? Or are these agents just that selfish and weak?" Britanni asked, scoffing at what she believed was nonsense.

"Britanni Chiarro, drop your weapon and come with us!" one of the agents commanded as he pointed his gun at her.

"I suppose I have no choice then." Britanni felt her heart racing as she slowly crouched to place her weapon on the ground. She took visual notes of her surroundings, from a staircase, a large metal crate, to several recessed doorways. "Here goes nothing..." Britanni quickly stood back up and jumped behind Vincenzo, twisting his arm behind him. The agents had fired their tranq weapons and instead hit Vince, rendering him unconscious. As soon as he slumped to the floor, Britanni had pulled her own tranq pistol and fired shots at three of the agents. She quickly grabbed her real gun, and bolted down the hallway. The security alarms were triggered.

The remaining agents tried to stop her, but they were quickly taken out by being tranqed or beaten up. More agents arrived, and they opened fire on her. She jumped behind the large metal crate and hid, occasionally popping out to fire her real gun. "They wanna shoot at me? Then to hell with mercy!" She quickly reloaded it and fired a few more shots, until her bullets were depleted. "Shit!" she yelled after discovering she was also out of backup ammo.

Britanni peeked out from behind the crate, to see the two masked agents kneel beside Vince. After a moment, the three literally disappeared into thin air. "Huh!?" she exclaimed in utter disbelief. The other agents seemed to be distracted by the anomaly as well. One of them was backing towards where Britanni was.

"This has to be the weirdest day of my life!" Britanni said to herself as she grabbed the agent and pulled her behind the crate, and knocked her unconscious. Britanni took the other agent's pistol, then continued making haste for the garage.

While running, she felt a searing pain in her right arm as a bullet struck her. She ducked behind a wall and fired a few more times, taking down more agents. She ripped a strip of cloth from her shirt and tied it around her wound, then ran swiftly to the garage where she jumped into her car and drove off.

"Son of a bitch!" she yelled while speeding down the road, breathing heavily as sweat dripped down her face. "I have to disappear, I must go off grid! I may try to get a plane ticket to the United States...I feel as if I acted impulsively, but did I seriously see Vince dissipate into thin air?"

Britanni soon realized that she wasn't being chased, and pulled into a gas station. After attempting to use her card to try and buy gas, it kept declining. She tried three other cards, all of them declined. "Ugh. There's a lot of money in my bank accounts, and my credit card is up to date! Don't tell me..." She called her bank, and to her immense frustration, was informed that all of her accounts were frozen.

After a few moments, she received a call from the MI-6 superiors. "Agent Faron, from this day onward, we have put a burn notice on you. You aren't leaving this country, and you will face severe consequences for your actions today! We own you now, Britanni Chiarro...have a nice life." they abruptly hung up.

"Shit!" she shouted in anger while jumping back into her car and driving off. She tossed her phone out of the car window, and saw it shatter upon impact. She arrived at her apartment, hastily ran inside, and frantically gathered all of her private documents and began shredding them, as her heart raced.

"Damn you, Vince! Ruining what little bit of a life I had, just because you wanted me to pander to your sick desires!" She finished putting the papers through the shredder and went to her bedroom and opened the safe, where she had a lot of cash stashed and a bag full of fake identification documents, and a pay-as-you-go phone. She collected all of the money, stuffed it into a bag, and packed some of her basic belongings.

Britanni headed for her front door, and another masked agent showed up and began attacking her, by grabbing her and shoving her into the entertainment stand. Britanni regained her composure and swiftly tripped the intruder, the frustrated grunt coming from this person as they hit the floor was that of a female. The agent fought back, was able to land a few punches and kicks, leaving Britanni with a bloody lip and a bruise under her eye.

However, the masked intruder could not overpower Britanni, and was eventually taken down. The agent slowly sat up, shook her head, and bolted through the front door of the apartment. In a last ditch effort to stop Britanni, the agent pulled a pin out of a grenade and tossed it back into the flat. Britanni quickly took cover in her bathtub as the bomb went off, destroying most of the apartment and damaging the bathroom, sending debris all over the place.

Britanni coughed and jumped out of the tub, then took out her knife and sterilized it in the flames of her burning flat. She dug the bullet out of her arm as she growled in pain. She heated the knife again, clamped down on the sheath with her teeth, and placed the knife on her wound, cauterizing it while a loud grunt escaped her clenched mouth.

"I've got to get out of here...but where do I go!?" she said with a panicked tone. She noticed a light shining across the burning room, and ran towards it. It was the amulet. She grabbed it and felt a stinging pain as the triangular birthmark near her knuckles on the back of her hand started to glow. The ground started shaking as the amulet glowed even brighter and eventually enveloped Britanni as she screamed in fright, "What's going on!?".

Everything went white, then she blacked out.

Unknown time, unknown location.

"Alright Fado, the last goat is in the barn!" said a young man on horseback after helping his friend herd goats into a barn.

"Thanks, Link!" said Fado, another young man who was standing in the field, loading up a horse cart with jugs of goat's milk. "That there horse cart is ready for ya to start your milk deliveries, bud! Seems our Ordon Goat's Milk is becomin' real popular 'round Hyrule!"

Link, a dashing young man of nearly twenty rode over to Fado and helped him attach the carriage to the former's magnificent horse, Epona. She was a gift from his close childhood friend, Ilia. "Indeed, it's really good! We've been making a lot of money since we started selling it!" Link smiled at his friend as he climbed back onto his horse and headed off to do his deliveries.

Link was just about to cross the bridge into Faron Woods when he noticed a huge, bright flash of light several feet away. Epona was startled, and reeled back on her hind legs throwing Link off of her.

"Ouch..." Link stood up, rubbed his butt, and calmed his horse down, then took her rein and led her to where he saw the flash. "Oh my goodness...Miss! Miss! Are you ok!?" he exclaimed when he saw an unconscious young woman on the ground.

Link looked her over for a moment. She looked small in stature and had messy, windblown dark red hair that was falling out of the ribbon that once held it in place. There was a burn on her right arm, blood and bruises on her face, and she was covered in ash. She was strangely dressed. Her torn red top had the upper back exposed and it tied around her neck, and her black pants had a lot of pockets and zippers on it. The soles of her black shoes were rather large, and had a three inch heel.

"Miss? Can you hear me?" Link tried once again to awaken the mysterious woman, but to no avail. "Who is she? Why did she just pop out of thin air like this…? I better take her to the Queen..." he thought as he scooped her up and placed her in the carriage, then covered her with a blanket. He took her to Hyrule Castle.

"Your highness, Link has arrived. He has a strange-looking injured girl with him." A guard said to Queen Zelda, who was sipping tea while her husband was out training some soldiers.

"Oh really? An injured girl? Bring them in." she said as she raised her eyebrows and put her cup on the table.

Moments later the guard returned with the Hero who was carrying the strange woman in his arms. "Your highness, I found this woman lying in Faron Woods. The strangest thing happened. I was just riding along doing my milk delivery when..." Link explained what he saw.

Zelda nodded and stood up from her chair. She was obviously pregnant and she placed her hand over her round, yet petite belly. She walked over to them and touched the woman's hair and brushed it out of her face, then gasped. "Could she be...?"

"What is it, Zelda? Who is this?" asked Link, with genuine curiosity.

"Oh, I've never seen her before. She does look familiar, though." said Zelda, sweetly.

Link just nodded and said, "I see."

"She appears to be in a deep sleep. We should let her rest, and I will question her when she wakes up. I'll have the doctor come have a look at her as well." said Zelda as she motioned Link to follow her.

Link and Zelda arrived in a guest bedroom, and the former gently placed the woman on the bed and tucked her in. "She looks awful, but also like she could be pretty once she's fixed up. Maybe." Link thought as he looked her over.

"I'll send for the doctor, you have a job to do. After all, the milk won't deliver itself, Link-OH!" Zelda suddenly yelped and braced herself on the back of a chair.

"Zelda!" exclaimed Link as he shuffled over to her and placed his hand on her back.

"I'm fine...the baby kicked really low...felt like a lightning bolt..." she said weakly, laughing slightly. "He or she really likes to beat the heck out of me..." she continued with a smile as she slowly stood back up and left the room, Link following suit.

"He or she will be a fighter, for sure!" said Link, smiling.

"Of course, just like Taron." said Zelda, still smiling, referring to her handsome husband who was a skilled swordsman and overall a top-notch combat specialist.

"Mmhmm, indeed." said Link as he stretched his arms then placed his hands on the back of his head. He had pretty much moved on from when he unsuccessfully tried to win Zelda's heart a few years ago, but still found himself somewhat envious of the king, whom Zelda had chosen over Link. Taron was over six feet tall and had very dark brown hair and green eyes, and Link didn't quite measure up. The king was also a couple of years older than Zelda, and she was always very mature for her age. Taron was polite, refined, outgoing, and took his role as a king seriously. Zelda even went so far as to call Link "uncouth", because of his more rogue-like, mischievous attitude.

"Link, are you ok?" Zelda asked her good friend as she noticed a somewhat melancholy expression spread across his face.

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm fine." He said, closing his eyes and giving a halfhearted smile. "Well, I am interested in knowing more about that woman."

"Is that so?" Zelda said as she turned to face him and leaned closer to him, smiling mischievously.

"Well...I mean...why are you looking at me like that...? Uh...wait, I'm not saying that I'm interested in her! Don't get the wrong idea, Zelda! She smelled horrible!" Link stammered, eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh Link, you know you can't hide anything from me!" she said, laughing as she turned back around and walked ahead of him.

"I mean it!" Link exclaimed, wondering if Zelda was actually serious.

"Oh ho, I'm just giving you a hard time, Link! I know you don't have a crush!" Zelda replied, giggling at Link's embarrassment.

"Of course not. That would be absurd." said Link, his expression genuine. "Anyways...thank you for your help, but I must go finish my delivery. Is there anything I can pick up for you at the market?" he continued as he and Zelda arrived in the lobby of the castle.

"No, thank you. Taron is going to bring dinner home for us. I've really been craving those fried potato wedges from the cafe. I could eat an entire bucket of them myself!" she said, smiling awkwardly while placing her hand on the back of her head.

"Wow, quite an appetite!" said Link, laughing. "But you couldn't tell by looking, you look great!" he continued, with a genuine smile.

"Well, thank you." came the reply.

"You're welcome, anyways, I need to get going. Please keep me posted on that girl...because I'm curious about where she came from. That's IT! She's cute, but I seriously want to know what her deal is, just suddenly dropping into Hyrule in that condition!" said Link as Zelda started giving him a mischievous look again when he mentioned the woman.

"Will do, Link. Take care!" she said as Link waved and left.

"Hmm…there IS a reason why that woman wound up in our world…if that's who I think it is." Zelda thought to herself as she headed back to the room where they left Britanni.

The next day, Hyrule Castle.

"W-where am I...?" Britanni slowly awoke and looked around. She was lying in a canopy bed in a strange room, where sunlight shined through the arched window onto the red rug. The room had marble floors and highly decorated walls, with gold accents. There was a grandfather clock ticking from across the room, and there was a decorative lamp on the bedside table.

"What...is this place? Am I still in London...?" She quickly remembered the events leading up to where she is now. She rolled over and went to grab her burner phone, but it was gone, as were her weapons and the amulet.

"Son of a bitch..." she hissed to herself. She noticed that her arm was properly bandaged and didn't hurt anymore, and most of the scrapes and bruises she sustained from the altercation and blast have healed. Heaving a sigh, she pulled the hair band out of her hair, ran her fingers through to work out some tangles, and then threw it in a ponytail.

"I've gotta get to the bottom of this." She climbed out of the bed and walked to the door. When she opened it, there was a man standing there, holding a spear.

"Miss! You're aw-ughaghahga!" Britanni punched the guard in the throat, causing him to gag and drop to his knees. She kicked his helmet, sending it flying, then she punched him in the head, knocking him out. As far as she knew, she was in captivity in a strange place. She grabbed the guard's spear, and swiftly walked down the strange hallway, noticing that all the lights were not electrical, but actual fire. She had no idea where she was and was a bit concerned.

Britanni paused when she heard the guard she had knocked out stir several feet behind her. "Well, he's a tough one. Perhaps I can get some information from him." She walked back to the man and pointed the spear at him as he regained consciousness. "Sorry about that. I'm gonna need you to tell me where I am."

"Ma'am, you're at Hyrule Castle." came the reply as he stood up, rubbing the side of his head.

"That's it! I've officially gone mad!" Britanni exclaimed in disbelief as she dropped the spear, shaking her head. "Or, you're being paid to screw with me!" she grabbed the spear once again, and commanded the guard to stand up. "No more talking. I want to see your superiors right now."

"Of course, ma'am. Follow me."

Britanni was led through the corridors, of what appeared to be a castle. It was completely devoid of technology. "This place is way behind on the times. Do they not know it's 2015? It IS pretty neat, though. Must be one of the old castles in the English country."

"Our queen is right in here, ma'am." The guard led her through a large, ornate door. "Queen Zelda, the young woman has awoken." Britanni found herself face to face with a woman who looked almost exactly like the princess from the game she played, except she appeared to be nearly eight months pregnant.

"You have got to be kidding me. What kind of charade are you lot trying to pull on me?" Britanni almost laughed from how ridiculous this whole situation seemed. "Did I get abducted by cosplayers? I'm outta here." Britanni readied the spear and prepared to escape, but as soon as she turned to run, she ceased movement. "Hey, what's going on!? Why can't I move?" She saw that the Zelda look-alike was using what appeared to be a light spell to restrain her, and she began to panic. She also felt herself growing weak.

"Young woman, you aren't going anywhere! We will not harm you! You need to remain calm! Only then will I release you!" said the woman, firmly. "We have much to talk about." She slowly walked up to Britanni, whom was reluctant to comply. However, she didn't want to cross this woman. She took a deep breath and calmed herself.

"Yes...we do have a lot to talk about. I-I have no idea where I am...all of my things are gone too..." said Britanni as she was released from the light spell. She felt almost sick from the light magic. "Who are you? What's going on? Where the hell am I? How did I get here!? What did you do to me just now!?" she continued, frantically.

"My name is Zelda, and I'm the Queen of Hyrule. You are safe. Please tell me your name." said Zelda with a soft tone as she gently placed her hands on Britanni's cheeks.

Britanni was oddly calmed by the touch of the fair maiden. "My name is Britanni...wait...Zelda!? Hyrule!? Like...Legend of Zelda?" Britanni exclaimed suddenly. "I must be dreaming...or someone slipped me a mickey. You mean to tell me you aren't an actor?"

"Legend of Zelda? What are you talking about? I'm just a queen, I'm hardly a legend." said Zelda, looking confused. "I can assure you that you are not dreaming, and I have no idea what a mickey is. I'm not acting, I'm just myself. You must have been through a lot. Come with me, Britanni. We shall talk over an early dinner after you get cleaned up." she continued as she took Britanni by the hands. "I only ask that you do not beat up my servants." she added, completely deadpan.

"Uh...yeah. Of course not. I thought I was a prisoner."

"Well, I can assure you that you aren't. I suppose I can understand why you're skeptical, however. I'll personally escort you to the bath, and my servants will assist you as needed." said Zelda as she motioned Britanni to follow her.

"Ok, that'll be fine. But adding to what I said earlier...this is Hyrule? There's this video game called Legend of Zelda and I-" Britanni stopped when Zelda turned around and looked at her like she was crazy. She realized that this Zelda had no idea what she was talking about.

"Video game? What's that? Again, I have no idea where you are coming up with 'Legend of Zelda'. Really, there IS a legendary hero around here, but all I really did was get held under siege and eventually possessed. I'm no legend." said Zelda as she turned back around and began walking again.

"I see." said Britanni as she followed the queen. The two walked in silence until they arrived at the bath.

"Please help our guest get cleaned up and dressed in something proper, she is to have dinner with Taron and I in just an hour." Zelda politely ordered her servants. They all agreed and they welcomed Britanni and ran the bath for her. Zelda exited and headed back to the royal chamber.

Britanni was alone in the bath chamber after the bath water was run. She removed her clothing and walked up the steps and slowly entered the tub. "Mmm this is nice..." she said to herself as she leaned back against the tub wall and closed her eyes.

"So, I guess I'm not dreaming. This world, from a fantasy game...is a real place. Does this mean my life has turned around? Did I get...a second chance?" She dunked her head under the water, then reached for the glass shampoo bottle on the ledge.

"Where do I go from here? I wonder how dinner tonight will go. Will Zelda...help me? What about the legendary hero she mentioned...could it be Link? I wonder what he looks like in real life...hmm...video games tend to allow perfection...what if this Link isn't as handsome? Well...Zelda is even more beautiful in person than in the video game...like...I actually felt...well..." Britanni blushed and rested her fingers upon herself. "Oh, what am I thinking?" She said out loud as she folded her arms behind her head. "Why am I even here? Will I even be accepted?"

There was a knock on the door. "Miss Britanni, your clothes are ready!" said one of the servants.

"Ok, I'll be right out!" came the reply. Britanni climbed out of the tub and dried herself off, then she reached for the red robe that was hanging on a rack and put it on, then she brushed her teeth and left the bath chamber to get dressed.

"Right this way, ma'am." said a manservant to Britanni as he escorted her into the dining hall, where Zelda was seated with a very attractive man with dark hair and green eyes. They were both eating soup.

"Oh, welcome Britanni! You look very lovely!" said Zelda after she dropped her spoon the second she took sight of the now cleaned up Britanni, whose full bodied and slightly wavy hair draped over her shoulders and her side swept bangs framed her blue-eyed face. She was wearing a sleeveless red silk dress that had black and gold accents and flattered her average height, athletic body. "By Hylia…that MUST be her!" Zelda thought as she smiled. "She looks like that girl I used to know as a child! Except...her eyes were amber in the pictographs."

"You ok, love?" said the dark haired man, smiling. "She does look very nice."

Britanni blushed slightly and thanked both of them. "Wow...that man is super attractive." she thought about Taron as she took a seat next to Zelda.

"Britanni, this is my husband, King Taron! He would also like to hear your story and possibly help you." said Zelda as she motioned her hand towards the dark haired man. He smiled and nodded.

"It's nice to meet you, your majesty!" said Britanni as she bowed her head and smiled back.

"Likewise, and call me Taron. We're all friends here!" came the sweet reply.

"So anyways, Britanni. Can you please explain what happened before you woke up here?" asked Zelda after she removed the cover from her dinner plate.

Britanni uncovered her plate as well and said, "Well this may sound crazy but..." then recapped what happened back in London, as well as explaining the stuff that Zelda didn't understand, like what MI-6 is and such. She took care to not divulge too much information.

"I see, Britanni. You come from a country called 'Italy' and eventually moved to one known as 'England'. We're called Hylians in this world, and you actually look rather Hylian. But what is your race or origin?"

"Oh, I'm called Roman Italian. The country I moved to, they are called British or English. The way I speak is how the British do. You Hylians sound similar, but not quite as thick. But yes, I was accused of being part of that Italian Mafia, since my own brother was a drug lord within that horrid group...and he wanted to take me to use as his personal…slave…of sorts…and said something about his master. He actually forced my commanding officer into discharging me by holding his daughter hostage."

"How horrible! Just a moment...may I read your mind so I can see exactly how everything happened?" said Zelda as she scooted close to Britanni and placed her hands on the sides of her head and closed her eyes.

"Uh..." came the reply. "Hold on!"

Zelda read Britanni's mind and memories for a few seconds, then she stopped suddenly and took Britanni's left hand and looked at it, as the Triforce of Wisdom illuminated on her hand, while the spot on Britanni's did the same thing. "Oh my gods..."

"What is it, Zelda?" said Britanni, with genuine curiosity.

"Taron! It's the legend!" she said excitedly to her husband, pointing to the glowing birthmark on Britanni's hand.

"I see, my love!" said Taron as he looked at her hand, then looked back up at Britanni and Zelda then smiled.

"What's going on, guys?" said Britanni, starting to get slightly confused. "What legend?"

Zelda told her about the Legend of the Triforce and all the events of the game Britanni once played, then she paused and said, "Oh, I'm guessing you already know this, lady from the future and another dimension?"

Britanni nodded sheepishly and said, "Well, I know nothing of how I have anything to do with this world or Triforce."

Zelda then explained the prophecy of the vanishing Triforce of Power and explained that destiny will reveal and fully awaken its power.

"I see, yes, destiny. I guess fate will do its thing, hmm?" said Britanni, whom herself believed in a higher power back home. "I must ask, will I ever have to leave this world? I really don't want to go back to that loo of a place..." she continued, shrugging.

"Oh Britanni, I don't see why you can't stay here. You seem like a good person, I think I can trust you. You're here for a reason. Somehow that prophecy points to you being the one to reassemble the Triforce of Power when the time is right." said Zelda, with a serious expression.

"Now hang on a goddamn second! You mean to tell me that I'm supposed to have the bloody Triforce of Power!? Like, the same damn thing that Ganondorf is associated with!?" Britanni exclaimed with utter shock. "Yep, I'm definitely dreaming. Someone like me, one of the Big Three. Some kind of "benevolent soul" meant to be in league with the white knight and his bright lady. I'm really not all that benevolent. Not buying it. Did your little mind reading voodoo show exactly how many lives I've taken? Lawful evil is still evil…good and evil is merely dependent on who's side you're on. It's all ambiguous."

"Oh dear, Britanni…I suppose I understand why you would be skeptical. As for people you have killed…I don't know. Perhaps you had a reason for it. No world is a stranger to war. Things just aren't black and white in any world." Zelda heaved a sigh as she placed her hands on the table. "From what I've in seen your memories, you were quite remorseful about what you had to do."

"Wait, how far back into my past did you go? Zelda, with all due respect, those memories are very personal and dark. I don't want anyone knowing of the things I've done!" Britanni said, folding her arms across her chest as she closed her eyes.

"My deepest apologies, Britanni. Those memories did seem rather dreadful. If it helps, I could feel what you were feeling. It wasn't anything like an evil person." Zelda said, attempting to reassure Britanni.

"No, just someone who became cold-blooded and willing to do whatever was necessary for the good of my comrades. No matter how screwed up it was. And I'm supposed to have the Triforce of Power. That sounds downright stupid to me." Britanni replied, taking notice of the subtly unsettled expression on Zelda's face. Taron appeared to be confused and curious as to what his wife saw. "I apologize if I'm coming off as disrespectful. I'm a very private person."

"I don't know, Britanni. Ganondorf has done some terrible things, and paid the price. Maybe you already have, in a different way. However, the prophecy still stands, and the Goddesses believe you are a good person. It comes down to faith in the long run." Zelda replied, as Taron nodded in agreement.

"Britanni, I have blood on my hands as well. Sometimes it really comes down to kill or be killed. I was a prince, but also one of the Northern Kingdom's best assassins. Now, I train Hylian soldiers. I teach people how to fight with swords, and even kill with their bare hands." Taron added, with a serious expression. "When it comes down to it, all of us are evil to some extent."

"I suppose you make a good point. War is an ugly, horrendous thing which brings out the worst in all of us." Britanni paused and heaved a sigh. "The absolute worst…yet the goddesses believe that I'm still a good person deep down. Maybe there is hope for a cold-blooded assassin and torture specialist like me." she continued, sardonically.

"Only time will tell, Britanni. In the meantime, I will give you a generous weekly stipend and I will ask that you perform any duty I may request of you. The baby's nursery isn't ready yet, and there are many things to take care of. Is there any line of work you may be interested in?" said Zelda.

"Well...I've always loved art, baking, and making things. I also know a thing or two about interior decoration, and I've read many pregnancy books." said Britanni, shrugging. "Well, I hope this isn't a dream, as weird as all of this is, it's already better than my real life. Ridiculous, far-fetched prophecy and all."

"Good to know, crafty people are in high demand around here. That will come in handy, for sure!" said Zelda, happily. "By the way...what's a loo?" she added, turning her head slightly sideways.

"Oh...the toilet room." said Britanni, giggling a bit.

"Oh ok!" came the reply. "Anyways, other than what I may need you here for, you may come and go as you please. Familiarize yourself with this town, and get used to it, because I promise you'll see soon enough that you are not dreaming, and you will believe in the prophecy. By the way...Taron is definitely a catch, but he's still mine. I read your mind, Britanni, but I can't say I blame you, and I know you wouldn't actually try anything." said Zelda laughing a little bit. "But really, try to refrain from undressing him with your eyes so much! It's very inappropriate!"

"Oh come on! You read that too!?" Britanni exclaimed, going scarlet with embarrassment. She was surprised that Zelda didn't slap her for the indecent thoughts about Taron she had entertained. "I apologize, Zelda. But yes, you're a lucky girl. Perhaps by some crazy twist of fate I'll get someone like him one day...maybe. Not many men go for women like me." said Britanni, referring to her broad shoulders and well-toned arms.

"It's me who's the lucky one!" said Taron sweetly as he leaned over and gave Zelda a sweet kiss. He looked at Britanni again and continued, "And yes. Please don't fantasize about me."

"My apologies. I will try my hardest." Britanni said, looking him right in the eye.

Taron nodded calmly and replied, "You're forgiven. But hey, you're quite pretty. You just need to find a guy who is secure enough in who he is to not feel threatened by a strong woman."

"Haha, thanks! But I'm not holding my breath!" Britanni replied, chuckling. "Nor am I in a hurry!"

"Britanni, this evening you are free to explore Hyrule Castle town, but you are not to carry any kind of weapons with you. I said I trust you, but precautions must be taken." Zelda said with a serious expression, and Britanni nodded with understanding. "I will set up a guided tour of Hyrule for you tomorrow. I think I know just the person for the job."

A/N: So this is a slight rewrite of The Princess of Power and Shadows. Special thanks goes to Failisse for pointing out some areas I need to improve on! Hopefully Britanni has a bit more depth now, Lol. I'm also aiming to make this less smutty. Haha!