Author's notes: Okay, first, Twili is the Twilight Princess manifestation of me. This is the first fic I have written with an OC paired with a main character. It is a Ganondorf/Twili story, so please keep in mind some stuff may seem...different. Please read and review!

"You're not Midna."

Those were the first words uttered to me by the Dark King in the shadowy corridor of the Twilight Palace. At that moment, I failed to realize exactly what I had gotten myself into. I failed to realize my years of training as a sorceress and scholar had led up to a time when my courage and wisdom would be pushed beyond all boundaries. As I stared into the feral golden eyes of the demon in front of me, I failed to realize that that time had finally come to pass. After nearly 200 years serving as the palace philosopher, my talents would be exposed to the raw power of the man who stood before me.

I could not have been more naive and afraid, yet at the same time, more up to the challenge.

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"You're not Midna." Ganondorf's eyes burned me, searing me to my very soul. He was an extremely formidable man, towering over my five foot ten inch frame. He had to be nearly seven feet, and with his height also came an almost god like strength I had no doubt he possessed.

"No, Lord Ganondorf. I am her tutor. She sent me in her place." He studied me, circling me like a Twilight hawk does before it pounces on its unsuspecting prey. He reached out, grasping my fuchsia colored pigtail in his hand. I flinched internally, making my best attempt to hold off the shudder that threatened to wrack my form. Slowly he dragged a dark finger under my pale blue jaw, tipping my chin up to look into his eyes. I refused to allow him the benefit of seeing fear reflected in my liquid blue pools. Instead, I clenched my teeth, awaiting his response.

"Tutor you say? You seem awfully young to be a tutor to the princess." I could see the doubt in his eyes. It was understandable; it was true I had not aged in nearly 200 years.

"I am two hundred and twenty six years old, my Lord." He smirked.

"Is that so? How, exactly, is that possible? I heard that creatures in the Twilight Realm live only to be in their early hundreds, unless of course you are an elder." I bit my lip.

Clearly that single movement was enough to alert him of my status in the Twilight Realm. He nodded slowly.

"Ah, so you are an elder. What is your name?" I looked away momentarily, contemplating his plausible reaction upon hearing it. He tipped my chin up further until I nearly choked. I had to stand on tiptoe to even breathe.

"Look at me when you answer." He gave me a malicious smile. I took a deep breath.

"My name is Twili." He released my chin, shoving me back a few feet from him.

"Twili the Twili, eh? My, my, you certainly had some creative parents, didn't you? Okay Twili, the first thing you will do is bow to me. Accept me as your king." He laughed at the snarl that formed on my lips. I felt energy darker than my own surge through my body, forcing me to the feet of the demon above me. He knelt next to me, tipping my chin up again. My hands fell in my lap as I averted my gaze. I felt the choking sensation again.

I forced myself to look up at him from the floor, still kneeling like a servant girl. I disgusted myself. When had I become so weak? There was a time I would not have hesitated to destroy the vile man in front of me with a single word. I was an intelligent sorceress; I knew the ways of dark magic better than anybody of my time. I had even helped a demon goddess forge a mask of destruction in my youth.

Now I was unwillingly kneeling to a demon king who had overthrown my ruler. The worst part was I knew I had the ability to stop him. All I needed now was the desire to.