Chapter 1: Bad Memories and Broken Mirrors

I stood inside the Tower of Winds. I wasn't supposed to be here. I never should've returned, but I did. It all started after Vaati was defeated, once we were able to see our shadow again. While he had a physical body, the other pieces of Link and I had no shadow, which would occasionally startle Red. I doubt he ever got used to it, he just pretended he did.

We were traveling back to Castle Town. Every night we would break for camp, and I would take the first watch and spend as long as I could just talking, I couldn't really tell if I was talking to myself, or trying to talk to him. I knew that he couldn't hear me either way. I would tell him stories about my adventures, everything that happened before he paid the ultimate price for my betrayal. The longer I talked the less I could forgive myself for everything I did, everything I wanted to do. I also grew suspicious; Green would generally take watch after me, and he interrupted my conversations more than once. Whether or not he actually knew didn't matter. I think part of him just wanted any reason to distrust me. After all, I'm the part of Link he never wanted anyone to see. So I left. I told the others that I had a project that I wanted to work on, to use my intelligence to fix things up around Hyrule while they went back and continued their lives as knights. I knew it wasn't fair to leave them, but they allowed it, so I went to the only home I'd ever had, besides the castle of course, in the Tower of Winds.

I walk down to the room with the Dark Mirror. A box of the shattered fragments I found hid behind the tall dark frame, it's starting to come together now, I can see my reflection in the different shards. My face looks so much more pale than the last time I stared into the mirror, my hair is messy, and probably hasn't been brushed in weeks, and my eyes have dark circles under them from my lack of sleep. I wonder for a moment if the others were here, would they even care? Probably not. They'd care more about what I was doing, than how I looked from my actions.

"I promise I'll bring you back. I don't care if it takes my entire life. I will bring you back to me." I shout at the half finished mirror. I must sound completely delusional. "Please, just forgive me." I whisper, looking down at my shadow. My Shadow. Wouldn't that be nice? I catch myself in my thoughts, and shake my head. I go back to placing the pieces of shattered glass into the frame, carefully making sure the cracks were as invisible as possible.

I reach in my hand to grab another piece and feel a sharp stinging. I pull my hand away from the box, and my left hand is covered in blood from a gash in the side. The blood is dripping over the different pieces of the dark mirror and I sit transfixed for a moment watching the blood cover the pieces. I put my hand back in the box, ignoring the stinging pain. Maybe somehow the mirror would sense my determination from his blood and give me Shadow back. I watch as my blood trickles down the dark mirror. It's surprisingly beautiful, and fitting. My head is starting to spin a little bit. I try to stand up to go back to our-my room, but I just end up back on the floor.

I eventually manage to pull myself up, and get out of the Mirror Chamber, but the dawn is breaking. I squint my eyes and run past the light as quickly as I can. I guess I'm starting to understand why Shadow hated it so much. I get to my room and lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Mostly thinking about the mirror. I was almost out of shards. Once they were gone so would be my one hope for bringing back Shadow. I know that plenty of pieces were thrown from the Tower of Winds. I would never be able to find them. I close my eyes, and try to sleep. It takes a while, but I do manage to sleep, my hand still kind of stings though.

I wake up as the sun is setting, I still feel sore from lack of sleep. My body wants to rest, but I won't let it. Not yet. I walk down to the Mirror Chamber, and repeat my constant action, staring into the fragments of the mirror, hoping to see his sly grin or bright eyes, then I start placing more and more pieces. I reach down into the box, and find that it's completely empty. I look down at the box, and sure enough, there's nothing left. I look up at the Dark Mirror, I stare at the cracks, the distorted way it chops up pieces of my face. I sigh, closing my eyes. If that didn't bring him back, nothing would. I walk up to my room, still under cover of darkness, and pick up the few things I brought with me to the tower. I should've left this place earlier, but now it holds no hope. There's nothing here but bad memories now, and a cracked mirror.

I walk down the long staircase, thinking of everything I could have done, I should have done, to save him, but I know that none of that will help now. I'm never getting him back, and the last thing I did, was betray him. I took one last look at the tower that had been my home for over a year now, and started the long walk back to Castle Town. I was walking for nearly two miles and I could see the sun peaking up beyond the horizon, I look down at the ground, to steady my path, and double check the trail, but as I stare downward the earth seems to pull, nearer, then farther away from my line of sight. I'm about to sit down, before I feel myself being pulled towards the ground. Then everything went dark.

Thank you all for reading the first chapter. I would like to say now, that I do not own the Legend of Zelda nor the Four Swords Manga. I would like to thank my editor, Sage of the ChuChus for helping me so much with writing this story. She's writing a sort of sister fic to mine, so if this is too angsty check out The Fifth s/11179867/1/The-Fifth