A/N: Before reading this story, it is recommended that you read Tribulations of Twilight, this story's predecessor and prequel. Otherwise, parts of this tale may make little to no sense.

Repentance of Twilight

Prologue

His knees slammed onto the marble as he was tossed in, his front hitting the ground as he coughed, feeling the wind get knocked out of him. Closing his cerulean eyes in pain, he slowly picked himself up into a kneeling position. Clad in prisoner's garbs, a white short sleeved shirt with black pants and boots, he peered at the room's surroundings. The room was circular; grand and pompous yet grave with gothic designs. His face looked upon a figure before him upon a grand throne. Smaller thrones lined the room from that throne, each having a personage clad in councilor's garbs. There were twelve people in smaller thrones lining the room, while a thirteenth sat in the grandest throne in front of the kneeling man.

From under his golden locks, he took in the being sitting upon the grand throne; a female. Crimson hair was tied up in a ponytail, while it was still long enough to reach to her shoulders. Though different from his tanned skin, she had black and white skin. Upon her brow sat a most graceful crown; befitting the Queen of Twilight.

"I never thought... things would end up like this." The prisoner blatantly stated, his head hanging as he looked at the marble floor. From his peripheral vision, his golden hair fell, his bangs in his eyes.

"I never thought a dog could regret." Came a cold voice belonging to the queen, as she crossed her legs and sat up straighter, "I suppose I have to make the puppy remember why he's being disciplined?"

Something tore at his insides as his head jerked up. Crystalline eyes flared as he clenched his left hand, which was bound with his right behind his back by a sheen pair of handcuffs. His mouth parted; fang-like teeth emerged before he seemed like he was about to leap to his feet, but suddenly, something in his head made him retract as he closed his mouth and eyes, his head hanging low once more as he was expressionless.

From the abruptness of the movement, the queen retracted, her hand gripping the arm of her throne with a death-like grasp. After an undignified moment of slight fear, she regained herself well enough.

After a moment, he spoke with solemnity. "If you're done mocking me, Queen Midna, I want to get this over with."

Midna, the Queen of the Twilight Realm, lent forward, purple lips a thin line as she rested her chin on her hands, "quite a dignified voice for a mutt. But I digress, I suppose I do have other plans."

After a tedious moment, the queen leaned back into her chair and sat up straighter, gazing at the councilors. "Gentlemen, I believe we know why we're here," she snapped her fingers, scarlet and amber eyes landing on a guard in the room near the entrance. Looking startled, the armored man soon shook his head visibly before taking two steps forward, holding a piece of paper.

The guard cleared his throat, a hard voice following, "we are present in this room for the following committed acts: murder, destruction of royal property, and treason. Such acts were committed by former King of Twilight, Link."

Link seemed to shrink as he held his head lower, a frown beginning to form. No use trying to defend myself... It's my fault, anyway. I could have...

His mourning was disrupted.

"As Queen, I could exile you or order an execution without a second thought, however... Looking into past actions, the councilors will issue a vote." Midna looked around the room, before speaking again, "For those in favor of execution?"

The councilors looked among themselves. Two of the twelve raised their hands.

"In favor of exile?"

The remaining twelve raised their hands. Link raised his head to look at his fate placed in the twili's hands. Among those in favor of his exile, he saw familiar faces. Sorrowful red eyes accompanied by orange bangs gazed at him. Anxia... His cerulean eyes switched to another face. Sitting next to Midna, was a familiar mullet with amethyst eyes. Ordinatur... Link looked to another, and caught a emerald gaze. A frown was on the twili's face, yet the rest of his face was stoic. Lunaris... I hope you all can forgive me one day.

His head lowered again as he heard Midna say with command, "Then, from the councilors' votes, I will cast judgment. Link, former King of Twilight, shall face Exile."

Link picked himself up off the floor as he heard the approaching guards. He stood tall as his eyes remained closed, as he felt gauntleted hands grip his shoulders and turn him around, and lead him from the room. The door closed behind them with a soft slam.

A/N: Here is a little teaser of what is to come in this sequel.