(Author's Note: I must warn you that some things are altered in this story. It might not be exactly the same as the game, but, oh well. You'll live. For example, I don't want to explain how Link chops down trees and makes the trees into logs, so instead, there's just going to be a hut full of prepared logs by the Faron Spring. Hmm. But! I'll include little details that actually appear in the game. Like, if you stand at any spring [with fairies with your sword unsheathed, fairies land on your head and the sword. Or, if you stab a creature in the Twilight Realm before you transform them back to their original shapes, they rear back [I'm not even sure how far I'm going to write this story, so the Twilight Realm may or may not be included. All right, then. I'd go on, but I DO want to keep some of these secrets for myself. Also, a disclaimer. I do not own Link, Midna, or any organism related to the Zelda series. All of it belongs to Nintendo. Anyways, enjoy!)

Prologue

Take your orange-red hair, arrange it into a mess of upright spikes in the front, and leave just enough neat hair to make a shimmering, shoulder-length ponytail. Lift a broken, ancient stone helmet and carefully place it onto your head. Catch your reflection in a black, nighttime lake, because you lack even a mirror, to take in your dark mirroring. Notice that the helmet completely covers your left eye (your right eye would be covered, but, alas, it is a broken helmet), leaving a slanted one, with a red pupil and yellow sclera, on the right. All of the skin in the upper half of your perfect-circle face is discolored black, leaving just the other half of your blue face, and your mouth. The left corner of your mouth, even when closed, has a vicious inch-long fang clawing its way out between your lips, scaring almost everything you see away. Feel your eyes start to tear up, and, with effort, pull your eyesight away from the reflection you dread. Come to realize you wouldn't know your own gender by first glance, if you didn't know yourself that you were female. You don't have any friends in this world, and you feel absolutely hideous. Bring your hands up to hide your face from a nonexistent audience, and break into a paroxysm of tears.

Your name is Midna.

(Author's Note After First Review: I won't be doing second person perspective the entire story. Now THAT'D be a challenge.)