This is the first FanFiction I ever did, and now that I am coming to a close on it... I'm going to re-edit the *bleep* out of this. Honestly, I can't believe the first chapter sucked that bad o-o Hopefully it's a little better and isn't so short, lacking in detail, and random as it was before editing... ugh... that was just... painful. It hurt my eyes and wasted three hours of my freakin' life trying to go back into that mindset. I'm well aware that I still need progress with writing but THAT was awful. Anyhow, all of these chapters will be re-edited (you will see This Prologue and chapter have been... blah blah blah on the beginning title of the Chapters somewhere and the chapters will not be labeled with pretty titles).

If you're a first time-reader please stick with it through the un-edited chapters, I know it's tough ^^;

R&R

Legend of Twilight

This Prologue and Chapter have been re-edited (3-24-13)

~Opening~

Three years since the Year of Twilight…

A thick spray of golden twilight tangles through the clouds like cascading smoke; the tendrils cascading over the tallest of structures that dares stand out amongst the blackness. The mountainous tower, littered in pulsating, crimson emblems, nearly shadows the entirety of its home. Its darkness even shrouding the brightness of the skies.

All about this very palace do its inhabitants walk, their pace kind and gradual. Their shadowed faces painted with an earthly green color that easily shines out against their beloved palace's shadows. Only a few dare to stop with their shuffling patterns, their beady eyes of red giving a prideful look to the great monument that takes up the majority of their town's center. Only a few pause to flash a toothy smile, grunting in their abnormal language at the memory. Beady eyes summing up the height and glory of the statue and its striking resemblance to the realm's mighty hero, the Hero of Hyrule—Hero of Time. Ah, but not all give a slow acknowledgement to the statue. One strange fellow, feminine, differs from the rest. With her fiery red hair blazing over her shoulders, her black skirts shuffling madly against her thighs, and her lips pursed together does she run. She runs up the stone steps, giving a hopeful glance to the monument of Majesty's companion, as if her life depended on it.

"Make way, make way!" Her shrill voice awakes the crowd of slow pedestrians, the majority quickly parting to grant her quick passage to the palace's doors. However, even as she reaches the doors does she not stop in her demand to "make way," she shouts the command to the guards, to the servants, and such until she has reached the main hall, her strange, glowing tattoos pulsating frantically as if to match her heart.

She opens a door, then a second, now a third. All the while shouting out the multiple, definite titles of royalty, "Your Highness, Majesty. Queenliness."

The strange girl with flaming hair skitters to a stop, her feet skidding against the cold, stone floor only to give a quick bow before taking hold of an older woman's hand. She gives a soft sigh of relief, kissing the woman's hand out of honest respect before taking a step away to bow her head once more. "Please forgive me… I was… late again in acting out my duties as your maid, my Queen." She meekly announces between gasps of air. The woman, her similar hair braided about her head like a blazing snake, only gives a nod of sorts.

"All is well Leanda. There's no need to fret over such trivial things." She manages a smile, her gold-brimmed eyes doing little to silence the glint of annoyance in those ruby stained irises. "But this is the fifth time this week. Just because you are new to this task does not mean you can always lay an excuse every time you do wrong." The young maid flinched at this, clearly knowledgeable to the fact.

With that being said, the Queen reached up with her pale set of hands to untie the braid about her head. "Now do your job and fetch me my formal clothes. I have royal duties to attend to…" 'Like continuing to waste life away by plopping my butt down on an old, dusty, ugly throne and listen to matters that not even the Goddesses can fix.' The thought came bitterly, a smile daring to tug at her lips. Releasing a sigh, she let her hair go. The tendrils of flare fell about her back, wrapping gently about her figure in a waterfall-like gesture. With hands now free, she extended her arms to either side and awaited for her servant to tie the blackened cloak about her torso and neck. "I'll need the crown today as well." She added, tapping her servant's hands away so that she could tie the cloak about her herself.

Leanda gave a brisk nod, quickly fetching the tall, silver crown from the confines of its plush case. She placed it gingerly on the Queen's head, patting its rim for a traditional sign of good luck before retreating a few steps to await further orders.

"Thank you. Now, go see how things are in the kitchen." The maid nodded, bowing once more before nearly darting out of the room. The Queen watched her go, the hint of a smile now absent from her features. With reluctance she turned her back, giving one last look out at her realm before turning to follow Leanda out into the rest of the palace. "No use wallowing in memories, Midna." She muttered under her breath, closing her chamber doors at her back. "Just focus on getting these royal tasks over with… and then eat and sleep… and then do it all over again."

The stranger sauntered onto the stone steps, his cherry eyes glaring out at the palace monument with obvious disgust. For a moment he stood there, arms folded against his shadowy tunic, with two blackened beasts at his side. For a moment he glowered, his very aura seeming to ooze with clear hate. "M-Master, are you sure about this?" A wispy voice questioned feebly at his right, the speaker nothing but a figure of man made of shifting shadows. The only thing that wasn't of darkness on this fellow as well as its identical companion that clung to the stranger's other side was the eyes. The eyes that were white as snow with not a hint of a pupil nor iris. Nothing but a void of cloud.

He turned on the ghostly figure, gaze still visible. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? I've waited centuries for this Goddess forsaken day to arrive." His voice gave a hint of disuse, scratching and cracking at each syllable. Not only that, but it sounded a tad foreign. Ancient. "I didn't wake up from a good dream for nothing." He tested out a grin, the expression hard and narrow as if that too had not been practiced in a long while.

"But Master," the other figure began at his left, "the Queen of Twilight is a strong force to be reckoned with…"

"Irrelevant. Only when she has the Hero of Time by her side. Now keep your worried thoughts to yourselves." He waved a hand, growling at his two minions before ascending the steps.

"Your Highness, Majesty!" Midna opened her eyes, glancing up from her laid back posture atop the throne to give a questioning look to the frantic soldier that repeatedly bounced in front of her. His faceless shield clinked with each little jump, his eyes wide with fear. "Your Majesty!" She stifled a sigh, expecting another childish fight over spilt milk again (it had happened many a time before).

"What is it that worries you so?" She questioned, folding her arms about her as she continued to follow the bouncing soldier's rhythm of shifting from foot to foot, gasping, yelling titles, and then bouncing.

"Outsiders, your Majesty. Outsiders!"

She stood up at this, right up from her seat atop the throne. Her cloak rustled, crown tilting a bit backward on her head. 'That's impossible! I broke the Mirror. No one can come in… no one… outsiders… her fingers coiled into fists, anger clawing at her senses. This soldier was surely… "Surely you are mistaken! That's. Impossible."

As if sensing that his life would be on death's row if he didn't speak quickly and efficiently, "My Queen, I do not mean to judge by appearances, but they are not of this world! They came from down below, Frantescela saw them come from the abyss off the Twilit land's edge. Majesty, their appearance… it's almost like they're inverted versi-…"

The doors to the throne room burst open, the hinges erupting with a piercing squeak as the doors themselves cracked into the walls with the mightiest of crashes. Following the sudden action of the doors, a swarm of billowing smoke made its way in, the fingers reaching out at random directions amongst the room in an inky blackness.

Midna's fists unclenched as she took a quick step back, the back of her legs brushing heavily against the throne's legs. For a moment the two, the soldier and her, stared in awe at the man who easily strode in the room after the dramatic opening of doors and the assaulting, odorless smoke. This man… looked so much like…

'Link?'

"Ah, you must be the lovely Queen of the Twilight Realm. Midna, was it?" He questioned, grinning all the while. He spread his hands out before him, the smoke that littered the room rushing to his palms, "I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but it's only one-sided really." A chuckle. The smoke quickened in pace, the inky color forming a long rod between his hands. The rod stretched, whispering with a chorus of malicious intent as it formed into a corrupted version of a heavenly weapon.

'The Master Sword?' She tilted her head in silent question, ignoring the soldier that drew his own blade to the response of this odd fellow. "Who are you?" Her voice spoke as if it owned its own will, surprising her at the anger that laced the tone.

"Ah, my beloved, little Queen… my name, you should know with great care." Another chuckle. The soldier that positioned himself before her tightened his grip on his sword. She in turn let her hands go back to forming fists, that untitled anger burning at her senses once more. "I am Link. Dark Link."