Zelda

By Connie Furnari

When Zelda wakes up, after losing a duel in magic, she finds herself in a body that isn’t hers. She doesn’t have blond hair anymore, they are black with some purple locks; she is wearing new-gothic clothes, not her usual faded jeans. Sheila, who had been her best friend, decided to swap their lives with a spell.

While she’s immobilized, waiting to die, Zelda remembers the day when her powers appeared: the day of her sixteenth birthday.

Only a few weeks before, she didn’t know that she would find herself fighting against Salem’s black magic in order to save the mortal boy she loved.

Zelda is an urban fantasy tale that recalls the light and magical style of the fairy tales; the story alternates tender moments, action and bravery. It’s the experience of a girl like many others, a little clumsy but with a good heart, who finds out how difficult it is to grow up, with or without magical powers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Aug 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507117088

Book preview

The lighthouse stands out, majestic. Its shape is almost surreal, blurred in the mist flowing up from the ocean, opaque like the last glimmer of a dream.

I look up and catch a glimpse of light coming from the room on top: that light seems more dazzling than the lighthouse itself. It’s the power.

My legs move on their own, they climb the stairs and lead me to the radiance.

The clothes that I’m wearing are not mine: black leather pants, dark low-neck top that shows my breasts. My ears are full of piercings and I’m wearing a flashy silver cross around my neck. My long, straight black hair has a bright purple highlight.

She is waiting for me and, in a while, one of us will die.

Either me or her, this time.

I open the door and I find myself in a round chamber, it’s the lighthouse keeper’s room. There’s a camp stove on a shelf, an iron bed with a blanket, a wardrobe gnawed by the moths.

You’ve come at last, Sheila. The girl gives me a smug smile. She pronounces that name with a derisory tone. She’s wearing jeans and a pink shirt with embroidered flowers. Her golden blond hair is tied in a ponytail.

That is not my name. I say in a serious tone while moving forward. "I am Zelda. You are Sheila. Make sure to remember that."

She shakes her head and a wicked laugh escapes from her lips.

I never thought I would have so much fun. Tell me the truth; you didn’t expect this little prank, did you?

A pool of blood widens at her feet. A man is lying prone; the wound on his side is deep.

My enemy kicks the lifeless body with disgust.

He didn’t want to let me in and I got a little angry. You know, I always had a bad temperament.

She killed the lighthouse guardian on a whim. She is out of control now.

"Give back what you took from me, Sheila." I emphasize the name with hostility, to let her know that I am still fully conscious of who I am.

Uhm. She starts walking up and down the room, arrogantly.

You mean this? she says, pointing at her body, the body that was mine until a few days ago. You’re not that great after all; you have split ends in your hair and an incipient cellulite under your butt. And don’t get me started with that annoying mole beneath the boobs! How did you manage to put up with it all this time? Don’t you know any good dermatologist?

She laughs, finding amusing the knowledge of having me under her control.

She crumples the pink shirt. "You have no