She is truly an underestimated being. She is not just a key holder, a gatekeeper, or a custodian. In the end, she has great and ancient power all from her ancestors and is capable of using it. Is it really on her to judge over a being, a creature, even if it is sealed away or banished from the other side of the mirror of twilight? But this also doesn't mean she forgets who she rightly is and what she is entitled to. As an emperor she has to make decisions which are difficult, just in order to keep up peace in her world, if necessary, even with fear and torture. Midna is per se neither good nor bad, but as the ruler of the shadow realm, she is the one who has to take care of all creatures and beings in her entire kingdom; even if they are all renegades. Sometimes she thinks of it and has to chuckle that she is the one who keeps a lid on all the bad guys.
In fact, shadow is a prerequisite to light, and so she is one of the oldest beings living in all enterable and knowable realms. Shadow and shade have always two sides; one will enjoy the shade if the sun burns to hot on a day and it refreshes, calms, and saves you. On the other side, a shadow following you can cause an appalled feeling deep within your soul; even during the night shadows exist. So, does that mean she is good or bad? No, it doesn't at all. As a shadow, she has the possibility to be anywhere, anytime she wants. Because she has been living for decades she witnessed situations and circumstances where others just heard about or were told as a tale, myth, or legend. She knows how it is when history becomes a myth and finally turns into a legend. And she recognizes that humans tend to repeat mistakes. That's why she understands the living and the death at the same time. Nowadays, she would be described as 'wise'.
Unlike Zelda or Ganondorf, she is not a re-incarnation of a goddess, destroyer, or a hero. She was created by the three goddesses to keep up the balance between darkness and lightness but at the same time, she is not just the opposite of Zelda or Ganondorf. Zelda has always been seen as the untainted divinity who is not able to summons fear while Ganondorf seems to be the pure evil. Midna instead cannot be clichéd that easily. She acts unlike any other being; she uses wrath, fear, torture but on the other hand also kindness, softness, and mercy. She is the real twilight; neither lightness nor darkness. And she definitely knows how to enjoy herself and devours this kind of lifestyle.
But this time it was all different. This was not part of their agreement. While she was wondering about why this happened and what to do now, she kept her eyes straight at the sword lying in front of her throne. Was this really possible? Since Demise, Ganondorf, and Zanto had been sealed away for eternity, all beings of all realms were working together to rebuild what had been destroyed during the Great Calamity. And the depuration afterwards was necessary in Midna's eyes. The demons had to leave the surface.
The sword was still lying at its same place. Slowly, Midna started walking towards it, never leaving her eyes from the weapon on the floor. She observed it closely and discovered insignia all over the black gleaming blade. She admired the smooth structure and the elegant forged hilt. Although its undoubtedly smooth surface, harsh and sharp prongs arrayed the edges. She touched it slightly and immediately blood appeared on her finger. She licked it until it stopped.
'No, this is not how it should be. How can it be treated like this?' "Bring a pedestal and a chair!" she yells not attaining someone specifically. She sighs before she stops right in front of the sword. Why she has to deal with such an issue now while the depuration was still ongoing? How is she supposed to take care of this while other things are more pressing at the moment? There is still a lot of outstanding punishment left she has to throw on the renegades that recently joined her realm.
'Okay, let's find out if the tales, legends, and myths are true or just stories' she thought by herself. "Where are the pedestal and the chair?" she yelled again. One servant opened the door, a huge stand in his hand, almost as big as itself and a second followed right after carrying a chair. "Thanks" she said, nodding towards the creatures. Bowing deeply, the servants left without any word spoken. She walked back to her throne, sat down, overlapped her legs, inhaled deeply, closed her eyes and after one more second, she opened them and said "Show thyself, Ghirahim!" First, nothing but silence was audible. Probably, these tales were really just tales; nothing more than mere bedtime stories. She was almost to think about something else already when she discerned a glow appearing from within the sword. 'Can it really be?' She unconsciously started smiling. She knows that beings like demons or she – a twili – cannot die but are able to fall into a deep sleep for eons but even this is not a requirement. They can if they want to, but they don't have to. They can get killed of course, but a 'natural' death is not part of their life. So, and a sword cannot die by definition.
She swung her hand and with this she brought the sword in an upright position and let it floating in front of her throne while she was observing what was happening at the moment. Then suddenly, the appearance of the sword changed from black metal to a shimmery reddish material (or was it skin?) with white markings all over it and a humanoid form. White hair and lips, very tall, arms crossed and placed on the shoulders, feet bent which were slowly opening and trying to reach the floor beneath, and a huge gem at the solar plexus, clearly visible. He seemed to be utterly strong.
But the process didn't stop yet; the figure was still changing and the color of the skin (or metal?) changed from reddish to grayish, like hers when she compared it, astounded though. Meanwhile, his feet were not bent anymore. 'His skin has the same color as mine' she thought. The white markings changed to black ones, the hair got a chin length, still white, but a silky, soft, shiny, perfectly white, one side fully concealing half of his face; one pointed ear disappeared and a purple diamond shaped earing became visible at the other. Finally, a red cloak was wrapped around his neck, a collar holding it together. His arms were uncrossed now and stretched from his body where white gloves with diamond cut-outs clothed him. 'What a nice few', she thought, realizing that she was staring a bit too much at the creature in front of her and watching its transformation. The next thing she noticed was the appearance of a diamond cut out below his left eye, but it got covered by hair immediately. 'He's still bound to him'; this sentence popped up in her head and she frowned a bit. The scar should have vanished by now. It seemed that the physical process of transformation came to an end. She was still sitting on her throne but now, she uncrossed her legs and slightly tilted her head. 'Then let's see' she thought, 'what can you offer me?' This might become interesting.
Ghirahim's blurriness started to decrease; his mind woke up from the unconsciousness in which he was for … yes for how long exactly? He couldn't answer that question. Slowly, he gained back full attention, cracked his knuckles and neck, stretched his arms, sighed, and finally opened his eyes. Someone summoned him.
First, he saw someone sitting on a chair – no, it was a throne actually – with the same skin color as his. 'I haven't seen someone like this for decades' he thought. Demons like him don't exist a lot; in fact, it's actually only him if he remembers correctly. But the being in front of him was not a demon at all. He lifted his eyebrows because this someone was a woman. 'How distinctive!' only came to his mind. Her grayish smooth skin, black, white, and green patterned cape, her amazingly, piercingly, naturally, red eyes, and as a little throw in she wears an ankle lace on her left foot. But the most enthralling was the hair; Blonde in a way but reddish at the same time, with a honey glow, not really red but with a ginger touch. It looked so soft, shiny, and definitely tangible, falling in front of her shoulders and bound with a shackle in front of her chest. Her chest was covered with a crop top but not the part with the shackled hair. Her appearance was elegant, distinctive, and unattainably apart. His eyes went down and he saw her navel was visible and right under it a banded floor length skirt covered one leg totally, while the other leg was clearly exposed due to the cut in the cloth. It looked more like a plaid than a skirt but still covering all necessary parts but it kept a possibility for imagination. He had to take care not dropping his jar and just staring at her. Especially the shackle caught his interest. She seemed to be almost as tall as he and he drifted into memories of other female demons he had ever met. Not as tall, not as gray, not as graceful, not as distinctive, and not as cold as himself. He never thought about that there are women or better a woman outside who is able to compete with him.
The ones he met, none of them were even close to her in any way; and human women are, well, let's say, fragile, weak; he doesn't like to handle others with kid gloves at all or something like that. But she must definitely be of high status.
The two were intriguingly looking at each other. No one could tell for how long; minutes, hours, or even days? Curious, but resistant at the same time.
"Am I so beautiful that you've no words left?" Midna finally asked, smirking. A smile curled his lips. He had only heard about her, but he had though. "You are Midna, aren't you?" he finally said. "Indeed, yes, I have to agree", see grinned. "So you know me?" "How can someone not know you? You are the shadow in every light, the night that follows the day" he answered. "But where are my manners; please let me introduce myself…". "There's no need to introduce yourself, Ghirahim. I also truly know who you are." With an innuendo smile he walked towards her, bowed, took her hand and slightly kissed the back of it. She was curious though and at the same time it was a bit flattering. 'Kind, eloquent, good looking, and a gentle-demon? Is this even possible? A gentle-demon?' she asked herself. "I see you are the one who woke me up from my deep sleep. Forgive me but I'm still a bit tensed." His shoulders cracked. He must have been longer asleep than he thought. 'It's so good being back'. Oh, how good it felt to stretch every limb, the air touching his skin, filling his lungs, straitening up his spine, his whole body. He basked in this vivid feeling. Midna was smirking yet enjoying seeing his animal spirits bringing him back to life. "Please, have a seat". "Thank you, but I think I had been lying for longer than I think; I prefer to stand."
"Well then, before you start doing anything, I would like to offer you to be my guest. I will let prepare a room for you. Feel free to enjoy being hosted, we will follow up later" she said, while turning her head slightly to the door side. With this, she arose, floated toward him, insinuated a nodding, and slid away.
He was standing a bit too astonished what to do now but before he could even finish his thought, the door opened, one of Midna's minions entered the room, invitingly gesturing. Ghirahim raised his eyebrows and finally, followed the creature without any question. In a way, he felt safe and secure and welcome which surprised him a bit too. 'Maybe I was too long on my own as a sword' he thought while walking through the castle. He witnessed the permanent twilight, the astounding fresh air which caused him to deeply inhale and sent a shiver down his spine. The castle seemed to be rather big, their footsteps echoed throughout it. Walking was still a bit uncommon, but he knew he'll get used to it again. The black mirroring marble created a relaxing, calming atmosphere which lasted the whole time until they got to the chamber. The servant opened the door motioning him into the room which he entered and the door was immediately closed after. The servant seemed not to act in fear which he was used to when excavating his own memories. After the door was closed he turned his attention to the room he was in. Black, mirroring marble was on the floor, walls, and ceiling; although not as the deep black as outside this room, but still as smooth as glass. A touch of deep purple glitter appeared on the tiles once he started walking and looking around. 'Perfect!' he thought. Huge windows revealed the outside, where he recognized the solas about four floors below his room. The sky had also shades of black, white, and purple; it seemed this world was floating in a way as he discovered the edge into the purplish, black naught. It appeared never to be too light or too dark within this realm; the endless twilight. 'This is a perfect mix' came to his mind. Although Ghirahim was a demon, he didn't like infinite darkness. At least a bit of light was better, so everyone could admire his figure; he smirked, 'Those were the days!' He was scanning the room further. A desk with a dark-purple, velvet chair, a partition to give extra room to change (which he doesn't need at all, he just changes his attire with a snap of his fingers). 'It looks like she needs this'; he really had to smile now. 'What an enthralling thought.' Ghirahim was fond of girls, as well as boys; why he should omit half of mankind when it's about his desires? No way! There's too much to enjoy skipping anything! It's been soooo long and he really needed blissful feeling again! But for the moment, he had to follow up.' He noticed the cupboard - in deep purple of course - and a huge carpet – deep purple - but this time with white and black patterns on it. And most important, an impressive bed made of forged, black steel, with blankets, pillows, and linen, everything in decent shades of deep purple, white, and black. 'And I guess this is the bathroom' he thought, opened the other door in the room and yes, he was right. Almost as big as the bedroom, in black marble, a huge mirror on the wall and on the ceiling and a bathtub with steaming hot water and purple bubbles. 'How can she…' he raised his eyebrows. 'She must have a liking for purple' he thought ironically, 'that's ok, so have I' He let out a short laugh thinking about his purple make up. The mirror on the ceiling fascinated him. He'll enjoy the sight of his body while lying in the tub. With a snap of his fingers, his attire disappeared and he was almost snapping again, he looked down and sighed; everything was still as it should be; firm muscles and grayish but smooth skin, slender fingers. He looked in the mirror and admired what he saw; white, sleek hair, black eyes with purple make up. And the marks on the left side of his body. He grinned in satisfaction. 'Well then, let's enjoy this here.' And with a snap of his fingers he teleported into the tub while he was laughing the whole time.