Another one-shot. No song fic this time, just a little drabble from one of the Twilight Palace Guard's POV when Link shows them the Sols. Enjoy, read, review, and subscribe!

-PS-I know that it is short…but I liked the idea.

Where I came from once, there wasn't pain. There was no conflict, there was beauty, and there was peace. The curse bestowed on us—curse, ha!—was a blessing. Never aging from the point we unleash our Twili Magic—and the eternal Twilight. The sky, always golden streaked with gray, raining black drops. Beauty that blended with the black, modern buildings of our realm that hovered over a drop of sky.

Where I come from now, the abyss that I am awakening from—there was pain and suffering. There was torture and false versions of me. A beast with no face, but a circular block over where my face should be. A black monster who had been taken over. It was completely black, and I was lost in it.

Then, there was light. Golden light, streaked with blue, gray, and black. They bleed into it in strange markings, and it was my sun. My personal light. The Sol of Twilight.

I swam through the thick air of blackness, yanking the veil of being lost from my eyes. It came into full view, breaking the barrier of light, glowing into my eyes and imprinting my vision. My body absorbed it, slipping from the faceless beast.

My body was mine again—slim, white-blue skinned, unnaturally tall and no air. I wore nothing, because we were all modest. Clothing wasn't our priority, because clothing was hard to make, and it caused conflict. My body remembered shouts and screams from the black abyss, the period of conflict were there was no Sol to guide me, to show me the way.

My eyes—white and gray, nothing more—adjusted and I gawked and aaaahhheed at the being in front of me. A young male, clearly not of Twili origin. He wore a green tunic and his eyes were the blue that was in our legends. It was the exact light blue shade of the Divine Beast. His sandy blonde hair ran in a shag and threatened to cover his eyes. If that didn't convince me, his short height did. He was too slim to be of that height and be a Twili.

His hands ran up and were carrying the Sol atop his head. A Light Dweller had saved me. A LIGHT Dweller had saved me! One of the people who had banished us to this realm had saved me. And he was showing the Sol to others, and letting their bodies melt back into what was normal.

Saving us.

My mantra of aaahs continued, and I wanted to shout to him. But he wouldn't understand me if I did—or, I didn't think he would—because I wasn't awake enough to use Hylian. I wanted to say thank you, or tell him what I felt. What I felt—the swirling emotion that bubbled in my throat as he jumped onto the moving platforms and saved the rest of the Palace Guards.

I was grateful.

Short, I know, but I loved this moment in the game. It's such a moving moment, because Link is the descendent of those who cursed the Twili in the first place. And he saves them with no doubt. I love that!


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