Discalmer: I do not own Zelda.
A cloaked figures stood in the middle of a dark, ancient, stone room.
The only light came from two flickering torches mounted on the moss covered walls, but one could see a sickly green glow emerge from a black fragment of textured glass on top of a table of trinkets and various tools of wizardly.
The said cloaked figure was seated on an oaken chair under the table, busily scribbling down various observations of the mirror in a red hardcover book.
Suddenly, the only door in the room, an iron one rusted orange-brown, creaked open, and out stepped a tall, imposing solider covered head to toe in navy blue armor.
He pointed his large steel halberd at the cloaked figure, who turned around to see who interrupted his research. "Nelo, Master Bacchus requires your presence." boomed the imposing navy blue knight.
With a sigh, Nelo shut his book. He got up and walked past the knight, going to see what his master wanted.
Later, at the chamber of Bacchus...
Nelo, still cloak clad, walked into Bacchus' chamber. It had a large oaken desk in the center, with giant stain glass windows to the left and right. Between the center of the two windows was his family crest and the symbol of his private army, the Scarred wings, an eagle wing being pierced by an arrow.
Bacchus was at his desk, filling out reports. He was a lanky man, about 6ft and 5inches. He wore regal purple and gold robes, and was completely bald, save for a thin black mustache and greying beard.
Bacchus stood up, "Nelo, I'm glad you've come, friend." He said, voice dripping with regality. He walked over to Nelo, looking him in the eyes.
"What do you require, master?" asked Nelo. Bacchus stroked his beard, "You are no longer welcome here." Nelo looked taken aback.
Bacchus sighed, "You've been a great service to the Scarred Wings, you've really have, but have been researching this piece of glass for 8 months, yet their is not a slither of results in sight." Nelo shifted away, "Are.. are you ending my research?!"
Bacchus chuckled a bit, "Sorry kid, I'm afraid you're fired."
Nelo pleaded, "But sir, please! Once I create my own twilight mirror, you'll become a god!"
Bacchus looked angry and grabbed Nelo by the collar, "Listen here, you little punk! I found you in the street, begging for food. You were extremely bright, that's why I took you under my wing. The only reason you're breathing right now is because you've been helpful to my army. But its glaringly obvious that you've lost your marbles... not only did I lose 30 valuable men to get you that piece of glass, you keep rambling on about how you can make your own mirror to the twilight realm, and most irritatingly, you lie about some sort of supreme power that is held within!"
Bacchus tossed him across the room, and Nelo landed on the marble flooring. "Just leave before I change my mind about letting you live."
Nelo glared daggers at him. He considered shooting a ball of fire at him, but pushed the thought down. He was highly skilled in magic, but Bacchus was perhaps the current strongest wizard alive.
Nelo picked himself up, dusted himself off, and returned to his quarters. He changed out of his black cloak and into an average looking outfit. Without his cloak, you could see that Nelo was in his early 20's. He had chestnut brown hair that he kept slicked to the side. His most notable trait was his yellow eyes. He wore a black tunic, purple pants, and leather boots.
He packed up all of his current research and began to head out of the castle, its denizens snickering at him along the way.
He grimaced, 'I'll show these fools,' he thought to himself, ' Once I get the Twili Blade, I'll become a god, and I'll crush all of these morons like the ants they are!'
Nelo reached the outside of the castle, scratching his chin and pondering his next move. "Guess there's only one place to go," he said aloud,"my home village of Ordin."