Author's Note: Okay, I have to thank my friend Peaches for helping me choose the title..also I should thank my sister Gwen for just being awesome…oh, and Darkchiron on youtube for his awesome walk throughs. And how could I forget, that the song My Immortal, by Evanescence pays a great deal of inspiration to this! D While you're waiting for me to update, check out Midnight Warrior by Gweniveir, and Harp of the Twilight by Peaches732. Onward to chapter one!

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It was rather slowly that Epona galloped into the smallest part of Ordon, the outskirts were Link lived. Or it was her rider, Link. Memories of Midna filled his mind, stinging his heart.

"Link!"

"Link, you're here!"
"Link, you're alright!"
"Welcome back, Link!"

The greetings were rather meaningless to him. Worthless. They were just from people he had once loved, now just assets that he felt nearly no emotion towards. Not without Midna cracking jokes that they were fools to leave their windows wide open all night. Not without Midna.

His voice came out in a whisper, barely audible, as he spoke small replies to the group of his fellow Ordons. Link could not speak very well, with the lump in his throat. His broken heart, full of mourning. He was emotionally broken. He was sorrowful.

Making his way through the crowd, Link dismounted Epona in a small patch of sweet grass. She snorted with pleasure, her brown muscular coat shining in the mid afternoon sunlight as she saw her master walk away silently.



Ilia leaned against Link's treehouse ladder, her petite teen frame slightly sunburned. Her green eyes were wide with anticipation of Link's return, twinkling. A slight breeze tossed her light blonde ponytail across her shoulder, but she noticed Link walking towards the ladder. "Link!" She overjoyed.

"Ilia." He made a mere nod, his golden ash bangs covering his tear filled blue eyes. The rest of his hair was in a loose shag that tossed with the slightest wind. As he tried to start up the ladder, Ilia stepped in front of him, blocking his path. His slender frame flexed, his arms drawing to Ilia's shoulders. "Ilia, I am nearly eighteen. I saved Hyrule, and I'm not going to stand here pretending you can restrain me from entering my own house." Irritated, flat…cracking.

Her eyes pooled with hurt tears. She studied him, frozen, from his green cap to the leather boots that matched his evergreen colored tunic. Her lip quivered. Finally, she turned away, to the villagers. "Let him rest, he is very tired!" She announced. Murmurs of agreement struck the crowd.

"So be it!" Rusl's smoky voice boomed, cut off by Link's absent-mindedly slamming his tree house door.

Inside, Link walked past the humble interior of wood furniture and a pot stove, a table, and what other pleasures he had, clutching the ladder to the sleeping loft. He let out a choked breath of tears, seeing Midna's sad smile as her tears shattered the Twilight Mirror, her scanty Twilight robe blowing slightly, her amber eyes glowing against her blue tinted skin, the long and thick locks of orange swaying against her shoulders as she dissolved…

In seconds, Link lay upon the small, straw colored futon cot, hot tears stinging his tanned, angelic face. His mind willed him to sleep, and he thought of Midna once more. The cause of those tears…