It was another day in the dungeon, for Hanla. The brown haired, frail woman sat in her shackles, them clinking everytime she moved a muscle.
She laid her weak head down, hoping today was the day her body finally let go of her soul. Looking at her dirty thin hands, she sighed, as her eyes trailed to her wrists, locked tight by the locks.
"Go in there, it seems to be maybe some hidden treasure..good job knocking the guard out." A man said in a foreign language as she looks up to the door, her eyes going a bit blurry.
There was an unlocking sound, and a red haired, dark skinned female opens the dungeon door, making eye contact with Hanla.
"Lord Ganondorf..theres only just a weak hylian woman in here." The woman said in her native tongue.
A tall olive skinned man, ducks into the room, looking down at the almost starved woman. He flicks his eyes to his body guard, and back at Hanla.
Hanla can only see a silhouette with her eyes blurred from tiredness. The man kneeled down in front of her, and unlocks her shackles.
She coughs as he flicks the shackles open, picking her up as she only weighs maybe 50 pounds. walking back into the dark night, him and his thieves take her back to his territory.
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Hanla is saved! Yippee!
AN- 231 words, needs proofread and edited
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RomanceWhat if the Lore of Tears of the Kingdom was changed? This is a story I wrote in pure boredom, let's hope it doesn't bore you as well!
