Zelda's POV
My throat feels dry. The cold wouldn't stop. I've been awake for what feels like forever. The ropes are starting to dig into my skin. I screamed in all ways for help but everything was of no use.
I sit there with no way of getting out, until the door finally opens. I squint my eyes trying to look at who it is, but their face is covered in black mask. They wore an all black outfit. But the height and weight is kind of familiar, though I can also tell that there are probably millions of people with such height and weight.
"Good morning, Zelda Graham" they say and that is when I knew that they knew I was the long lost Witch Princess.
"Good morning, Coward" I managed to whisper as my greeting and that made him laugh.
He drags a chair from the other corner of the place and
