They were known as mortal enemies by all. For he was a liar to the land and she was the true heir to the throne. Their names were Zant and Midna. Zant had been the visser to the royal family since he was small and Midna was the young, headstrong princess
who ran from her kingdom in its time of need. But what truly happened between them want much deeper than a crown.
As Princess Midna walked back into the twilight realm, she heard a shatter. She turned to see the mirror of twilight, the only bridge left between this world and the land of light in pieces. As it should be, she had sealed it off so nothing bad
like Ganondorf never escaped again. Yet… She couldn't see Link or Zelda ever again. The woman gave a second tear. Then a third. She peered around the room and saw it was her own bedroom. The sheets were as rumpled as they had been the day she had
ran away.
She flung her hands out and her wolf servants appeared. "Make that bed." She demanded, pointing to it.
They grabbed the corners of the sheets and the princess watched them. She slowly sat down at her vanity and looked into a cracked mirror. She sighed and opened the drawer. She picked up a brush and used her magic to make it brush her hair. But
then she saw something new. It was a clear case but inside it was a single rose made of little pixels of twilight. She knew if she touched the rose, it would certainly perish.
The woman crossed the box with her fingertip and remembered a time long ago….
Be careful…. Be careful now.
Five year old Midna peeked around the corner. Nothing. She grinned her usual toothy grin and ran into the garden.
It wasn't really a garden but at least it was a place to be all alone without her father.
The girl leaped onto a bench and looked around at the darkness.
She suddenly heard a lock click and leapt up.
She bolted behind the only stone bench.
"I'll be there in a few moments, I'm just scared, father." Said a young boy's voice. The girl saw two brown shoes clump in front of her and saw the boy sit down, not seeing his face.
"And don't be late!" Growled a man's voice. She knew it. It was the royal shoe polisher, he was awfully boring, "You have no idea how long it took to get this appointment with the royal family!" She heard the door close.
She heard the boy's sad sigh and heard a sound she wasn't expecting. He had started to cry. Midna frowned in confusion she had never heard anyone cry before just in the legends of the weak people of light. She hated him crying. It sounded so… Dark.
A odd thought because in the realm of twilight, everything was dark.
She got a idea. The girl suddenly grabbed the boy by the shoulders and shook him. "Boo!" She yelled.
The boy creid out and Midna tumbled to the ground, laughing. The boy turned to face her and stared. "W-who?! Who are you?! You scared me!" He creid.
Midna looked up from her laughing and saw him for the first time. He was about eight and had regular pale blue skin of a commoner and had brown hair. He had yellow eyes with red pupils, like every twili.
"I meant to scare you. You were sobbing like a weirdo, it was upsetting me." Midna said, leaping over and sat next to him.
"Yeah, well you can't have everything you want." The boy shrugged.
"Yes I can. I get everything I want." Midna said, looking back at him and taking off her black cloak. Her blue dress revealed one side of her was pale blue but the other black.
"Wait…" The kid said, leaning forward. He gasped. "You're black on the other half!"
Midna slowly curled up a bit. "So… What?" She whispered.
"You- you're a princess?!"
"Yes. Hey." She stuck out her hand.
The boy was still gaping. "B-but the King doesn't have any children!"
"No. He just doesn't want me around and wants my kingdom to forget about me."
Zant still stared at her
"Now would be a good time to shake my hand. Come on, silly! I'm way younger then you and I still have you speechless?" The little princess giggled.
The boy slowly put his hand into hers. They shook.
"My name's Princess Midna, I'm sure it's a honor to meet me."
"I'm Zant."
The years passed and Midna grew to like Zant a lot. The two were best friends, playmates despite their age and class.
"Catch me if you can!" Seven year old Midna yelled, riding on a wolf servent and waiting for Zant to catch up.
"Midna! Wait up!" Ten year old Zant laughed. Midna giggled as he attacked her to the ground.
"I have you now, princess!" He snarled playfully. The girl looked up and laughed.
"Hardly, coward!" She creid, rolling out of his grasp. They were laughing when a sudden shriek filled their ears.
The playmates gasped and ran to the noise that had come from the palace.
Midna pushed open the doors when she saw in the throne, the Mirror of Twilight. It was the only portal known to be a connection between the light and dark worlds, but more interesting was something under it.
Below it, curled into a ball and fast asleep was a small child with light skin and brown hair. It was a little three year old girl. A hylin girl. She must have cried out while crossing over and was put unconscious.
"Whoa.." Midna whispered.
Zant frowned and put his hand on Midna's shoulder.
"I'll go alert the king, you stay here. Make sure she doesn't wake up but stay away from her." He whispered.
He was about to leave when the girl stirred.
"Zant! She's waking up!" Midna squealed.
Zant tried to hold her back but the princess ran to her.
The blue eyed girl was murmuring but shivering when Midna bent down beside her. The princess slowly put the little one's head on her knees and the girl awoke.
"W-where am I?" She whispered, clearly scared.
"It's alright. You're in the twilight realm."
The girl's eyes widened.
"You're pretty far from home huh?" Midna asked.
The child nodded.
"I'm Princess Midna, what's your name?"
"Zelda…" The girl murmured softly.