Author's Note: Due to good reviews and circumstances completely under my control, I have decided to get started on a sequel to Twilight Crossing. No promises on quality or updates though. I don't own any of the Zelda characters or games, Nintendo does. The characters and story I add are my own. Please read and review.

Twilight Crossing 2: The Invasion

Prologue: Making Sense

It had been five months since that string of events and my sleep hadn't been so great. I thought that getting the story out and into my computer would help, but it hasn't. I have dreams. Dreams of things that happened in that other reality. Dreams of things that I had done there. And sometimes dreams of a mix of both places. I wake up in the middle of the night, trying to make sense of what just happened in the latest nocturnal vision, but it slips away before I can understand it.

My parents noticed that dark circles have appeared under my eyes and are getting worse, but I just tell them I'm not sleeping well, which is half of the truth at least. I still haven't told them what happened, but I have told my little sister about the problem. She doesn't know what to say, but I keep catching looks of concern from her.

Shortly after the dreams began, I began to wonder if Link was having similar problems, or anyone else in Hyrule for that matter. But thinking about that fantastic land and all the people that I had met there made the dreams worse, especially if I thought about Midna. Why did I feel this ache in my heart every time I though of her? I cared for her and she was the best friend I had ever had, but this pain felt deeper than that. I tried to convince myself that it was the game's programming that was at fault and I slept a bit easier.

As time went on, I stopped thinking of Hyrule altogether. I couldn't if I wanted to keep my sanity. The thoughts of whether the whole thing had been real or just something that came out of a rabid fan's mind really tore at me. My work and school suffered a bit as a result and I knew that I couldn't go on like that. So I pushed it away, repressed it all in a far recess of my memory. If I wanted to function anywhere near like I used to, I needed to forget everything. I needed to convince myself it wasn't real.

Of course, such actions were ultimately futile. I know well that fate, God, destiny, the universe, whatever you want to call it, has a sense of irony and a love for Murphy's Law. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong at the worst possible time. It had been five months since that sting of events and my life was finally getting back to normal. I thought that I would never get back to Hyrule. What I didn't count on was that Hyrule would come to me.