No wind blew, no light shone. Darkness was all that surrounded. Many have tried to run, but due to the Light Force, all in the Shadow Realm were trapped. A dark figure sat alone, chained to the wall. He stared at the ground with red eyes, a T-shaped scar under both eyes, and one eye hidden by light purple hair. He wore a purple tunic with orange pants, and a violet hat with a red jewel lay beside him. His hat was worn and was falling apart, the jewel was scratched up. He was a prisoner in the world of the ultimate prison. Only the Light Force kept them there, and only the Light Force could set them free.

The prisoner in purple sat in silence. He had none of his powers left, they were taken from him in his last battle in the light. Suddenly, the red jewel on the hat glowed faintly. The fabric restored itself. The prisoner looked down at his hat and smirked, his waiting was over. He casually picked up his hat and placed it on his head. With the one wish the hat held to the one who possessed it, he could get out of the eternal prison. The other prisoners looked over at him as he placed the hat neatly on his head.

"Yo, Almighty Powerful Wind Mage! How is your agenda of terror doing? Still being a bum?" One said.
"Hehe, what happened to Mr. 'I will prove myself'? Huh? Oh yea, he was beat by a boy who asked his hat for directions!" The second said.
"Haha! Didn't YOU turn that old coot into a hat? Wow, beaten by your own victim!"

The two shadows continued laughing as the chained prisoner slowly stood up, his eyes glued to the ground.

"Hey, don't you go thinkin' that they chained you because you're to be feared!" The first said.
"Yea! They HAD to chain you because you're a nuisance!"
"Yea, exactly! Now, don't hurt yourself trying to get out of your chains! Your little dream of gettin out of here is dead! Not even the Big Guy can get out!"

The prisoner smirked again. He took his eyes off the ground and glared at them.

"Hehehehe..." That was a laugh that had been silent since he was defeated. "...Don't worry. I won't hurt myself getting out. I will prove myself."

The prisoners that mocked him started laughing as he raised his arm up and swung it out against the chain. Instead of stopping his arm when the chain tightened, it broke into shadow. The mocking prisoners stopped laughing and gasped. The chains from his legs and other arms also broke as he fought against them. They suddenly dissolved into shadow as the once chained prisoner walked casually toward the mockers. His smirk turned into a smile and his red eyes glared through the darkness. His laugh echoed in their heads.

"Hehehe...see you on the other side." He said.

"H-He...escaped! Guys! He's out! He escaped! The Wind Mage is out!"

The Wind Mage rolled his eyes and began to run. Only some of his powers worked in the Shadow Realm, he needed to get to the entrance. That was the only place where he could get out, if he could break the door. He heard the other prisoners come after him. He ran faster, he could see the gates to the Shadow Realm. He prayed that he had enough power to break through to the Light World. Behind him, a tall muscular man pointed his right index and middle fingers at him with his other fingers bent inward, his thumb pointing upward. Lightning sprang from his fingertips and struck the running prisoner. The Wind Mage fell as lightning struck his back and coursed through his body. He slowly lifted himself off the ground and looked back at the man who struck him. He ran again, just a few more yards and he was home free. He looked back again and was suddenly shot by lightning again; this time it hit his shoulder. He stumbled and fell face-up. He looked helplessly at the fake sky, unable to move. He felt his consciousness slipping away. The man that shot him began to walk toward him casually with a disapproving look on his face that seemed to say "This is getting old". As he took his steps, the Wind Mage faded away to shadow. The man stopped and watched in confusment. That never happened to the prisoners he stopped. The shadow suddenly vanished into nothing, small dark particles rose upward. The man glared in anger. The prisoner got out. He yelled and cursed at the fake sky.

"...He got out...before me...Damn Wind Mage...I'll find you. If you got out...then the force is breaking."

The wind blew gently in a forest darkened by the trees above. A girl with dark blue eyes and long blonde hair walked past the trees. The shadows of the trees stretched by her as the sun began to set. She sighed and sat by a stump in boredom. She felt the wind quickly blow her hair back gently, shifting from blowing her hair into her face to out of her face. She had a strange feeling that the wind was trying to direct her somewhere. She ignored it for a moment then turned her head the direction it was blowing. In the middle of the path, a dark figure dissolved into light a few feet off the ground. The wind blew at him as he landed gently; it seemed that it was trying to slow his fall. The girl stared at him as he lay on the ground motionless. She stood up off the stump and stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to get up and move. She slowly walked toward him, still waiting. As she got closer, she saw that he had pale skin with a purple tint, light purple bangs that covered one eye, purple hair that was barely shorter than hers, a T-shaped scar under each eye, a violet tunic, cape, and hat, and orange pants and shoes. She stopped and stared at the boy, deciding on what to do. She finally ran toward him and put his arm around her shoulders and lifted him off the ground. His hat fell to the ground, but the girl seemed to not notice. She ran with him closer to the edge of the forest. She passed the sign that read 'Picori Woods' and entered a house close by.

"M-Mom!" She said.

A woman in her 30's with short blonde hair and green eyes walked into the room.

"Twi, your dress is almost done." She said before she noticed the unconscious boy in her daughter's arms. "Oh my...what happened to him?"

"I don't know, mom! But he's hurt! We have to help him!" The girl said in concern.

"Ok,ok. Put him in the guest room and I'll get some red potion." the mother said.

The girl that was called 'Twi' walked into her guest room and placed him on the bed. Her mother walked in with a bottle of red liquid.

"Here we are. Red potion. If it helps the Hero of Hyrule, then it should help this boy."

Twi held the boy up as her mother gave the red potion to him. Moments after he drank it, his scratches on his legs and bruises on his wrists began to heal up. The mother looked at his back then at his shoulder. She inspected the wounds.

"Well, I can only imagine what happened! It looks like wounds from lightning, but we haven't had any rain the past few days, and they had no lightning. Where did you find him?"

Twi looked down at the boy before answering.

"I was walking through the woods and found him on the ground. Maybe monsters got him?"

"Maybe...but he has a very good costume! About as good as yours! Oh and the festival is tomorrow..."

"Mom!" Twi said, cutting her off. "Stop trying to hook me up with guys that come here to get help!"

"Sorry, it was just a thought!"

Her mother laughed and opened the door.

"Well, it's getting dark! You should go upstairs and get that homework done!" Her mother said as Twi walked out.

"All we're doing for homework is read about last year."

"That's your favorite story! And you know almost everything about the Wind Mage!" She looked at the door to the guest room. "Hey!"

"Mother!" Twi said as she ran upstairs to her room, leaving her laughing mother behind.

She sat on the ledge of her window and picked up the text book. She flipped though the pages and stopped at a picture that was painted by a witness of the Wind Mage from the year before.

"...he returned...just like in my dreams." She said to herself.

The only characters in this story to this point that belong to me are Twi and her mother. I guess the shadows at the begining do too, if you want to be specific.

Feel free to review.

~MidnightTwi