She stood stoicly infront of the window. Her face a blank expression, hiding the emotions and confliction that warred within her mind. Her gaze focused on the inhabitants of Castle Town. She held herself tightly, hoping it was enough to hold herself together. She could hear the guards shuffle outside and the low whispers. The name Zant being mentioned several times through out the conversation.

She silently cursed that man. With one fell swoop, he had conqured the great Kingdom of Hyrule. Hyrule had been the envy of the world, it's artisans unparalled. The army an unstoppable juggernaut. Despite this, Zant's unearthly creatures shattered the defenses allowing its leader to walk right up to her...

Her mental fortifications shattered, tears flooded her cheeks followed by soft sobbings. It was her duty as Princess of Hyrule to defend the country. It was her honor to serve the people in this reguard... and she failed. The cold dark room grew colder as the darkness threatend to engulf her.

She let go of herself and placed her right hand on the glass window. The Triforce of Wisdom glowing slightly brighter as if to mock her. The Triforce of Wisdom represented just that, Wisdom. How could someone who bears the mark of Wisdom be so careless and allow a fiend such as Zant over power her?

Because of them....

Zelda wiped her eyes dry and allowed herself a slight smile. Down below hundreds of feet away, people scurried about oblivious to what has happened to their kingdom. Zant had promised he would spare them for my cooperation. How long could it last though? She looked at the clear blue sky, and realized how wonderful it would have been to spend the afternoon in her garden.

She then turned her back on the window, and more importantly to the citizens of Castle Town. She studied the room, a small bed in the cornor, a dresser and desk nearby. It could be worse, she thought. Her mind wandered back to the foreign prisons she had heard about from her Generals.

When she looked closer at the bed, she was startled to see a black imp with an ancient stone helmet resting upon its head.

"Who are you?" Zelda asked, wishing she had her sword with her, "Did Zant send you?" The imp's body went rigid at the mention of the name. It curled its lips in a snarl.

"That upsurper should burn!" She snarled, or Zelda assumed the imp was female because of its voice. "I will never be his minion,"

"Then?" asked Zelda.

"My name is Midna..." She smiled devilishly, "and I have a plan..."