I am finally going to attempt something I've wanted to do for a long, long, loonnnggg time…a novelization. I've been avoiding it, especially since my favorite game (and the only game I'd ever consider writing) is Twilight Princess, and Selphie Kinneas 175's phenomenal What Makes a Hero is my favorite story on this entire site. xD That being said, I really have wanted to do a novelization and thought, what better way to novelize Twilight Princess than to have it told from the Twilight Princess herself? I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Legend of Zelda. If I did… xD
The Legend of Midna: THE Twilight Princess is rated "T" for violence and Midna's naughty language use.

The Legend of Midna
A Legend of Zelda Fanfiction
THE Twilight Princess

Good mornin', folks. Or Good evenin'. Or Good twilight, whatever floats your boat. Now let me tell ya' something, I've got a bone to pick with a few jerks, that's for sure. You see, there was this grand and marvelous escapade—that I starred in, of course—that occurred a few years ago, and well, some dude apparently witnessed it, wrote a book about it, and made a fortune. I just got done readin' the thing. Firstly, it's about 5000 pages long. Ain't nobody got time fo dat! Secondly, he has the audacity to name it The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. 'Scuse me. 'Scuse me. There's no way in hell she was the main character of that story. Anyways, it was all "lovely Zelda this" and "grand Zelda that" and "heroic Link this" and "courageous Link that" that it made me want to barf. Don't get me wrong, I love the two of them to death (begrudgingly) and they certainly played their roles, but the whole thing was my story. That's right. Mine. My problems, my people, my solution. Simple as that.

I, Midna, the real Twilight Princess, decided that I would set these assholes straight and tell my story. Now, I don't want you to go out and believe everything you read, y'hear? This version is the honest to goodness real truth of the whole schebang. So if you see some things and go "hey, that didn't happen in the version I know!" Bitch, please. What you know is a bunch of horsecrap thrown together to make the pretty girl and the sparkly boy look good. This, now this is the truth. So don't get your panties in a wad, okay? Well, speakin' of the truth, I wanted to write this myself, but…apparently I've got a bit of a dirty mouth. My representative insisted that I used too many "inappropriate words" and people would "take me more seriously" if this was written in a more, errr….professional way. Long story short, I was so desperate to get my story out there that I gave in and let someone else do the work. I had a few conditions. Firstly, I had to write this cute little message. I'm a kind and benevolent ruler, so I wanted to make sure I communicated with all of my subjects. Secondly, I insisted that this be called The Legend of Midna. If I hear The Legend of Zelda one more freakin' time I'm gonna hurl.

So there you have it, ladies and gents. I welcome you to enjoy the accurate retelling of the events you know as Twilight Princess. So sit back, relax, and prepare to be dazzled by my eternal charm and beauty.

Oh, I guess Link was okay too.

…Sometimes.

When the evil ones have had their feast,
Look to the light for the blue-eyed beast.

Why did prophecies always have to rhyme? Most of them ended up sounding forced and made very little sense. Midna sighed, groggily rubbing sleep out of her eyes. She didn't really know why, but for the past few weeks every single one of her dreams ended with that phrase. Midna knew it well, it was the prophecy of the hero and every Twili learned it since birth, but she still didn't understand why she had to hear it every three seconds. It was as if it was a strange, wizened voice whispered that in her mind as a premonition of sinister times to come.

For her ancestors' sake, she sure hoped not. She had enough to worry about. She was the Twilight Princess, after all, and that was no small feat. You try being a princess. There's loads of paperwork, diplomacy crap, and well, lots of magic hoopla. The tribes of the Twili people practiced shadow magic, a type of magic that got them banished to this lovely land in the first place. The Twili were originally members of the Light World called "Hyrule", but were banished to the Twilight World when they tried to control the Sacred Realm. Basic history stuff. Midna learned all of that when she was a wee little girl. Just like its name implied, the Twilight World was a land of perpetual twilight, where all of its citizens lived in the shadows. Sure, Midna was less than thrilled that her people were thrown out of Hyrule like that, but at the same time, Twilight was kind of nice. It was extremely peaceful and her citizens were generally well-behaved…magic oopsies and burglaries notwithstanding, of course.

Midna pulled open her curtains and smiled. The glow of Twilight was just so fetching, as it always was. Ever since she was a young Twili, she always gazed out of her window and stared at the endless pools of oranges, reds, and blacks. She took in the scent of Twilight, a mixture of damp rain-kissed leaves—if there were such things—and singed wood. There was no actual rain that fell, only chunks of black, a type of excess magic that materialized itself, that constantly streamed upwards. As she was taking in the sight that she loved so much, she heard a small explosion in the distance.

Yikes. Someone lost control again. Great. More paperwork for her.

With that note, she should probably prepare for the day's grind.

Midna made her way over to mirror, fixing her fiery red hair into its normal style and putting on her trademarked purple lipstick. There was a rumor going around whether or not Midna's lip color was real or not, and Midna loved to keep them guessing. Besides, if the only thing her people worried about was her lip color, she had to be doing something right. After she puckered her lips to set the color in place, she observed herself, even trying some different poses to see which one suited her best. She had to admit, she was damn beautiful. It was no wonder all the Twili males went gaga over her. She was quite tall—a rarity for her kind!—with a curvaceous figure, piercing red eyes, fiery hair, and a well-shaped dollish face. True, she was charming and witty without having to rely on her devilishly good looks, but having such a gorgeous appearance really helped keep the old farts' attention come council time.

"Princess Midna?" Her maidservant, a young Twili named Rael, knocked twice on the door. Rael had been serving Midna since she was a small girl, so she was aware of her morning rituals of Twilight-gazing and of course, Midna-gazing. Midna winked at herself in the mirror, observing her killer body one last time before greeting Rael. The sweet thing only came up to Midna's midsection. "You look stunning as usual, Your Grace."

Well, duh. Midna always looked fabulous.

…It was always nice to hear, though.

"What's on the schedule for today, Rael?" Midna asked kindly, allowing her servant to lead her to whichever form of torture that was first on the list for the day. Don't get her wrong, Midna loved being a princess, but the more…err…tedious parts of royalty were less than enjoyable. Midna loved to speak before her people, help among the town, practice her magic, and discuss important events with the citizens. Unfortunately, she was usually doing some sort of paperwork or listening to a bunch of decaying greedy ol' bastards complain that their ridiculously deep pockets weren't deep enough.

"First, you have a scheduled hearing with the Minister of Magical Affairs in the throne room, milady."

"That ol' coot? Damn." Midna sighed. As they made their way out of Midna's personal quarters, she made a mental note to cool the smart-aleck responses for a bit. While most of her citizens found her sharp tongue and her ability to always tell the truth, no matter the situation, to be absolutely refreshing and charming, the formal aristocrats and political bureaucrats weren't always…thrilled. Anyways, the Minister of Magical Affairs was the most powerful person in Twilight—other than her, of course—due to their immense magical abilities and the importance of magic in their kingdom. He was a rather by-the-book fellow and as strict as a drill sergeant and usually disproved of Midna's usual methods, so meeting with him was always a royal pain in the ass. Despite his attitude and his often snobbish remarks, he was actually quite fond of Midna—as she was admittedly fond of him—and it was really his vote that clinched her victory in the election.

You see, Twilight's monarchy wasn't your average monarchy. Yeah, it was a monarchy and that meant what Midna said went, but at the same time, she was elected by her people. Well, she wasn't exactly elected…it was complicated. The ancestors of the Twili tribe were originally groups of various families that possessed magical abilities. They formed somewhat of an alliance when they attempted to rule the Sacred Realm. After that whole nonsensical ordeal, in order to maintain the peace, they decided to hold elections for a monarch. However, since they were all insanely greedy and prideful, they all wanted to be part of the action, so they came up with the best solution for their egos. Not just anyone could be a candidate for election. You would have to be nominated by one of the royal families. Then each family produced one candidate, and then monarch was chosen from one of those candidates. So, Midna was the candidate from the Gresoire family and won the election that occurred about three years ago. Each monarch was elected for ten years at a time and they could be elected for however many terms the people wanted.

Anyways, Midna owed a lot to the fellow, so she saw him on a regular basis, even if it really was a hassle for her. Not to mention…he was kind of Rael's father. He was an honorable man that achieved a high status not due to his birth, he was of average birth, but because of his dedicated work ethic and innate intelligence. He was friends with Midna's mother, which was how Rael became Midna's servant and best friend in the first place. Thankfully, whenever Midna poked fun at the ol' badger, she never seemed to mind, probably because she secretly thought those things too. Rael was too kind and too innocent to ever badmouth people like Midna did. It was part of her own special kind of charm.

Oh, look. In all of Midna's descriptive boring political exposition, they'd walked across the castle to the throne room. While Midna didn't really appreciate toting her happy ass all over the castle, she understood why her personal quarters were on the opposite side. Yeah, yeah. "Protection" and all that fun jazz. She was only the most talented magic user the Twili had to offer. She could take care of herself, thank you very much. Not only was she stunningly beautifully, skilled with words, compassionate and benevolent, but she was also great with magic as well.

Yes, she truly was the perfect princess.

"Good morning," she said quietly to the helmet-looking-thing that was proudly displayed behind her throne. Sure, it didn't look like much, but it was called the Fused Shadow, the most powerful form of her ancestors' magic. It was rarely used, even by Midna, as it was too powerful, too destructive for such a peaceful state. It had a special protection enchantment that prevented anyone other than the ruler of Twili from moving it, so it was pretty well guarded despite appearing to be ripe for the picking. You know what they say: the best place to hide is in plain sight. Midna always considered it to be an embodiment of her ancestors' spirits, so she bowed to it whenever she saw it. However, today, when she bowed to it, when she was in its magnificent presence, something…something felt off. She couldn't place a finger on it. Were her crazy dreams starting to get to her? What was going on?

"Minister Saul? Her Majesty will see you now," Rael said to the visitor's entrance. Midna's foreboding feeling heightened, her senses sharpening instinctively. There was no doubt that the aura emanating from the Fused Shadow was off. Ignoring all sense of practical dignity, Midna jumped on top of her own throne, grabbing the Fused Shadow so she could inspect it with her magic. However, the instant she took the Fused Shadow in her grasp, the material, usually stronger than Magical Ore itself, crumbled to a thousand pieces, a display of colorless fireworks.

How….how…how was that possible? Nothing could break the Fused Shadow! Nothing! Nothing!

If the Fused Shadow cannot be broken, then…

"Rael! Get away from the door!" Midna screamed. Taking her attention off of the Fused Shadow for a moment, she could sense they were not alone. Damn it to hell, when did they get here? The security around the palace was airtight. Not even a feather of a Twili monster bird could fall through the cracks. Maybe those eerie dreams were a premonition. Midna internally cursed herself. She should have paid more attention.

"Minister Saul, the Princess is ready to see you now," Rael continued, voice shaking as if she was a girl about to confess to her crush, ignoring Midna's warning. Although her magical abilities were nowhere near Midna's level, she too could sense the impending danger. She may be trying to act calm, but Midna knew she was not only nervous as hell but she was also extremely worried about her father. Midna screamed, screamed for Rael not to open the door, for her to step back and let Midna take care of things, but the trembling girl reached for the door regardless, the mechanism in the door sensing her movement and opening…

Much to Midna's utter horror, a foul creature, not a Twili, pounced from behind that door. Midna sent a powerful energy ball infused with her magic hurtling towards the beast, but just as it was about to hit, another energy intervened. So the straightforward approach wouldn't work. She'd have to try an alternative option. Fueling her hair with her magic, she launched her bodacious red locks at Rael, pulling her away from the creature and out of the line of fire. Midna used her body as a shield, ready to launch a killing attack that would blow this freaky beastie into the next dimension. As she gathered her energy, making sure to stay just out of reach, she stared right into the creep's eyes. She didn't know what it was or where it came from, but she was certain she was going to defeat it. She had to defeat it, for the sake of not only Rael but all of her people. However, the more she stared into the beast's eyes, the more she didn't want to attack. She wasn't scared, no, Midna didn't know the word "fear", but the beast grew less and less intimidating and more…familiar. It was almost like she'd felt this presence before. The energy she had been storing was now at its peak, in the form of a massive ball. She steadied it, ready to aim, but…once again that sense of familiarity plagued her.

"Go ahead. Finish the job. Thinking has never been your talent, my dear Twilight Princess."

Midna froze. She could recognize that voice. That sniveling, grindy, whiny, pathetic voice that always snarled in the back of her head. Its owner was a pathetic waste of a Twili, a cowardly, power-drunk man that had his head stuck in the past.

"Zant," Midna growled. Well, if he told her to finish the job, she was going to do the exact opposite. But wait…if this beastie was some sort of elaborated prank to take her throne—because, seriously, did Zant actually think he could take it from her?—why would Zant be so eager to throw it away? There had to be more than met the eye. Withdrawing her energy ball (for now), Midna closed her eyes and focused, allowing herself to see with her inner eyes and not her outer ones. She probed at the beastie, getting a sense of its defenses and looking straight into its heart. Around its soul, she was cast into a pit of black nothingness, but in the middle, there was a small, fading spot. She journeyed towards the fading spot, spiritually fighting the darkness that threatened to overcome her too. A single word echoed from the spot repeatedly.

Rael. Rael. Rael. Rael. Rael.

Midna pulled back her mental assault instantly, red eyes widening in shock as she recognized not only the presence, but that word. Rael. The name of the creature's beloved. The name the beastie swore to protect, even as it fell deeper and deeper into the madness. There was only one Twili she knew who would ever scream his daughter's name as he fell into the depths of oblivion. Minister Saul. Midna had no idea how it was possible, but that beast…even if it attacked her, somewhere, deep down, it was still Minister Saul. Was this some form of new transformation magic?

"Daddy!" Rael screamed, taking advantage of Midna's distracted and distraught state and forcing her way free from Midna's hair grip. The panicked Twili ran towards the beastie. Knowing the strong bond they shared, Rael probably sensed that thing was her father from the very beginning. While Minister Saul would never harm Rael in his right state of mind, who knew what he was capable of now? His soul was almost completely lost to the nothingness. Midna wanted to stop her, to tell her not to come any closer, but no words came out. She reached for Rael as the Twili girl ran past her in the blink of an eye, reaching desperately towards her lost father…

With a flash, an oh-so-horrible flash, Rael began to morph right in front of Midna's very own eyes, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The girl's gentle, short and slightly plump features started to change into blackness as she too turned into a beast, her own soul plunging into the very depths of hell. Midna outstretched her own hand, wanting to save her, to do something to save her best friend, but her magic wouldn't form. The Twilight Princess had never felt so helpless. What kind of magic was this? What sort of monster would turn his own people into beasts?

Right. That monster.

"You bastard," Midna snarled, rage fueling her magic. Her hair stood on top of her head, radiating in a vibrant red light. Energy rapidly materialized in her hand. She was about to knock Zant into the next oblivion, that was for sure. Regardless of his newfound ability to transform the Twili into beasts, Zant was still just a pathetic weakling, just like he always was. Right?

Right?

Why did his energy feel so different? Midna couldn't even recognize Zant as a shadow magic user. This was their tribe's magic, wasn't it? Midna certainly didn't know of any other type of magic. Yet, his power and energy had grown tenfold. So he was a bit stronger. Maybe he took some sort of magical steroids. He couldn't stop Midna. She was the best magic user in all of Twilight and the only one who could use the Fused Shadow…

The Fused Shadow!

"My Midna, rage really doesn't suit your pretty little face either. If you're looking for your precious set of glorified rocks, I took the liberty of ridding the world of them earlier. That little enchantment was far too weak, you see, so I accidentally destroyed it when I merely wished to get my hands on it."

That disgusting voice, how she hated that stinking voice! He sounded like such the pretentious buffoon, as if the Fused Shadow was something so trivial that could just be destroyed without so much as a thought. No, the Fused Shadow was something that still very much existed…just where, where was it now? He was mocking her, that much was evident. She wanted to wipe that condescending grin right off of his sorry little face. She raised her arms to attack, to attack viciously, to kill the bastard 1000x over and over again until he could never smile again…

Zant made a whistling noise, and just like the most obedient of servants ready to bend over backwards for their beloved master, Rael and Minister Saul, the precious citizens of Twilight that Zant had so cruelly demonized, appeared in front of him as some sort of shadow shield. Midna immediately lowered her fire. Regardless of their appearance, she knew that they were still two of her treasured Twili. She couldn't hurt those things even if she tried. She couldn't. She just couldn't!

When the evil ones have had their feast,
Look to the light for the blue-eyed beast.

That voice again. This time, instead sounding after a dream, Midna heard it while she was awake and conscious. Before, Midna brushed it aside as if it was just some minor nonsense. Now she knew—if only she had trusted her gut instinct more—that this was a prophecy, a sign directing her to the next step. Although Zant used to be a pathetic weakling, there was no denying the power he possessed now. More than that, he was a puppet master, cruelly abusing his own people to serve his every whim. To defeat the puppet master, one had to fend off his puppets first, and Midna couldn't bring herself to even lift a finger against her own people, even if they were in such a state.

Fine. She would reluctantly let Zant win the battle, but she sure as hell wouldn't let him win the war. This wasn't over, no way in hell. Midna would make a tactical retreat and go find this "blue-eyed beast." Normally she'd be hell-bent on destroying the lil' bastard with her own two hands, but she wasn't going to ignore that message again. If she hadn't thought so little of it earlier…

No, Midna. Stop. She shook her head, trying to erase any sense of self-pity and doubt. There was no use changing the past. She had no way of knowing this would happen of all things. If these events truly were meant to happen, they would have occurred even if Midna had done something earlier. She brought down her attack although she kept her guard up, just in case the little worm tried to do something funny.

"This ain't over, Zant," Midna snarled. "I'll be back to take you down. I promise you." She cast a sad look at her beloved friends trapped in those accursed bodies. Although the beasts were truly abominations, with long, lanky black arms and claws so thick they could cut through buildings, they weren't pure evil. She may not be able to see their true eyes underneath the black mask pattern that covered their once innocent faces, but she could feel their spirits still radiating faintly within. There was hope. She had to keep hope, she had too! She was Midna, the greatest Twilight Princess who ever lived. Surely someone of her greatness would be able to save the people she treasured so dearly.

"I'll be back," she whispered softly, this time to Rael and Saul, as her body dissipated. As she teleported to a different location, she could see the image of a small girl waving with a big grin on her face in the arms of one very loving father.

Midna exhaled deeply as her body materialized on the other side of Twili. Zant wouldn't find her here. Now, what should she do next? 'Look to the light for the blue-eyed beast.' Okay, well, seeing as there was no true light in Twilight, she assumed the "light" the prophecy referred to was the Light Realm, or more specifically, Hyrule. Well, damn. There was no way in hell she wanted to go there. Not only was pure light really, really, bad for the Twili—it did a number on the skin—but she didn't want to get stuck in a world filled with pretentious and privileged idiots who thought the world revolved around themselves. Humans. How she despised them. Speaking of which, why the hell was Twilight's hero a light-dweller to begin with? Twilight couldn't have its own Twili hero? How lame! Talk about discrimination! Sigh. There was no changing the prophecy, she supposed. Well, if she wanted to get to the Light Realm, she'd have to go to the Mirror of Twilight…

She was so lost in her musings that she didn't realize that she was being followed. Whenever the Twilight Princess took a step, a living shadow mirrored her steps behind her. Taking advantage of Midna's biggest weakness—her pride—her assailant let Midna believe she was too powerful for her magic to be traced. Right when she least expected it…he struck.

A sharp pain wracked Midna's frame. She let out a gasp of despair. How? How? HOW!? How did he follow her!? How did he keep up with her magic! He was a weakling! A lowlife! A being worse than those accursed Hylians! She couldn't suppress a scream as if the entire force of gravity pulled down on her, forcing her limbs to bend and twist in ways they were never meant to. The pressure was just so strong that Midna couldn't form energy to protect herself. She instinctively curled into a ball, desperately trying to fight back, to do something…

His earsplitting triumphant cackles would forever be ingrained into Midna's memory as she lost consciousness.

When the evil ones have had their feast,
Look to the light for the blue-eyed beast.

"Alright, I get it already," Midna groaned, rubbing at her forehead. Zant's surprise attack caused her entire body to feel heavier than a floating island. Ugh. First the attack in the throne room and now this. If she thought she hated the bastard before, clearly she didn't know the meaning of the word hate. Still, it was pretty low of him to attack her while her guard was down. Granted, it was partially her fault for having her guard down in the first place, but still. Twili were educated, well-mannered people. They did believe in proper combat rules n'such. Apparently Zant missed the memo.

Then again, Zant missed the memo on a lot of things.

When the evil ones have had their feast,
Look to the light for the blue-eyed beast.

"I said I'm working on it, stupid voice in my head!" Midna screamed, wincing at the sound of her own voice. Her shout was enough to send monster birds inside of her head, banging on every section of her skull. Ugh. Why was her voice so loud? And why was her voice that high for that matter? Midna's voice was a rich alto. It was smooth, sexy, and extremely appealing. A high, whiny voice didn't fit a person who gave speeches for a living. But…there was no mistaking it, that was Midna's voice. This time she had the foresight to actually observe her surroundings and ensure that no baddie was present. Sure, it was her voice, but it didn't sound like her voice. She groggily pulled herself up, stumbling around as she tried to push forward on her super-short legs. Super short? What? My legs are tall and slim! When she fell to the ground due to fatigue and overall dizziness, she tried to brace herself with her tiny little arms. Tiny arms? My arms are long and beautiful, like plentiful branches on a giving tree.

With a body so heavy that left her unable to move, Midna crumpled in a ball on the street. She was so confused. She didn't recognize the sensations that tickled her body. She didn't recognize anything about herself. As if someone was answering her calls for help, a shiny surface appeared on the stone before her.

Midna expected to see a drop-dead gorgeous Twili with a body so curvaceous and well-shaped that anyone would kill for. Instead, she saw a pathetic little blue creature, curves so minute they barely defined her as "female." She recognized her sometimes unruly red hair and her piercing red eyes, but other than that, she didn't know the Twili in her reflection. Instead of a prideful princess, all she saw was some pathetic little Twili imp-child that was so hideous its own mother abandoned it. This…this…this thing. It couldn't be her. It just couldn't!

Maybe this was just an illusionary trick. Yes, that was it indeed. If she poked her cheek, surely this awful reflection wouldn't do the same…

No. No. NO!

She poked and tugged at her cheeks, bit her nails, tried various different hairstyles, modeled the wackiest of poses…and no matter what she did, the strange imp in the shiny surface did the exact same things. There was no mistaking it.

I'm an imp. I'm a monster. I'm a pathetic, pitiful little thing.

The reality finally struck her, a blade so powerful it pierced the very depths of her soul. Despite having extremely thick skin and a tough backbone, she couldn't deny the tears that threatened to fall. She was Midna, the most perfect Twilight Princess ever to exist. She didn't cry. Crying was beneath her. This pathetic show of weakness only added more and more fuel to her already seething rage. She tugged at her hair in frustration. Refusing to cry, she let out an ear-splitting scream so loud it shook the foundation of Twilight's very core.

When the evil ones have had their feast,
Look to the light for the blue-eyed beast.

"WOULD YOU STOP SAYING THAT AND HELP ME!" Midna screamed, tears blurring her vision as she desperately tried to get up and run away…run away to where, she didn't have a clue. What could she do? No one could help her. She was sure all of her loyal subjects were turned into beasts by now. Everyone who could save her…her precious citizens…they were doomed, just like she was. Despair threatened to corrupt Midna's innermost core. She was alone. She was so alone. How could she save Twilight by herself? How could she save Twilight in this pitiful body?

You are never alone, child. We are always with you.

Midna's eyes widened. Instead of just repeating that damn prophecy with an extremely forced rhyme, this time the voice said something different. 'You are never alone?' What did the voice mean? Of course she was alone. There was no one who could help her…

Midna clutched her chest, angrily pounding her fist at her heart as if trying to beat the loneliness out of her. With every strike, she felt better and better. It was as if her fist was some sort of cure to all of her problems. Releasing her grip, expecting to find nothing but scratch marks on her puny little palm, she saw a familiar light, the light of her tribe's shadow magic. The light brightened and brightened until it materialized right in front of her.

The Fused Shadow!

It wasn't complete, Midna estimated she held only a fraction of it in her palm, but it was something. It was the embodiment of hope. It was proof that Zant wasn't all-powerful. Just like she had suspected, the Fused Shadow wasn't destroyed. With a poof her despair instantly vanished as she regained her normal sense of confidence and pride. With the Fused Shadow…she was invincible. She could do absolutely anything.

A massive grin, a grin fueled with a terrifying mixture of rage, pride, and confidence, spread across Midna's face.

You better watch out, Zant.

I'm coming for you.

"Are you okay?"

Midna frowned. She didn't recognize that voice. And wait a minute, where exactly was she!? One minute she discovered she was turned into a pathetic little imp and the next minute she was holding part of the Fused Shadow and then…

"Who the hell are you?" Midna snarled, not even bothering to show any sort of gratitude or respect. She suspected she was captured by one of Zant's minions. She probably collapsed from the ordeal shortly after receiving the Fused Shadow. She did actually receive the Fused Shadow, right? It wasn't just a dream, was it? Midna quickly did a thorough check of her body, and much to her relief, the part of the Fused Shadow was on top of her head as some sort of mask, as if it naturally belonged there in the first place.

"Is that any way to treat the woman who just saved your life?"

Woman?

Midna took her eyes off of her own body for a moment and surveyed her surroundings. Never mind the so-called "woman" for a sec…where the hell was she? It certainly didn't look like anywhere in Twilight. She was in some sort of room. The walls were made up of some sort of gray stone. Huh. Midna had never seen that kind of stone in Twilight before. Was she in the Light Realm? Impossible. Her body didn't cry out for darkness. No, she felt just as comfortable as she did in Twilight. Unless…

"Where am I?" Midna asked aloud. Thankfully, she felt worlds better than she had before. She wasn't sure if it was the Fused Shadow or something this "woman" had done, but she sure was grateful. She pulled herself up, floating over to the clear part in the wall that resembled a window. Whoa. She could float! Maybe being an imp had its perks, even if they were small favors. She peeked outside of the window. Just like she thought, a peaceful orange-black blanketed the land. She could see a monster bird perched on a nearby tower. Even though the light and upwards-falling black blocks of rain were familiar, she didn't recognize the structure. Regardless of how the sky looked, regardless of how it felt, it didn't seem like Twilight.

"You are in Hyrule Castle," the "woman" responded softly, as if she was sad about that fact.

Hyrule Castle? This is Hyrule? But…but…it looks just like Twilight!

"Hyrule Castle?" Midna asked aloud, mouth agape from the shock. There was no way. It couldn't be true! Then again, given Midna's track record that day, a lot of supposedly impossible things turned out to be painfully possible.

"A couple of days ago, this beautiful land of Hyrule was invaded," the mysterious "woman" explained gently. "Despite the might of the army and the bravery of the soldiers, we were unprepared to face such a foe. The castle fell within hours. He was an enemy we couldn't defeat."

Midna tore her eyes away from the familiar-yet-unfamiliar landscape, floating over to where the "woman" is. She was completely cloaked in some sort of coat from head to toe. The only visible part of her body was a pair of blue eyes, eyes filled with the same sort of loneliness that plagued Midna just hours before. For some strange reason, although she had just met the "woman," she felt connected to her. It was as if she was going through the same pain now that Midna had. It was almost as if she, too, had her precious kingdom stolen from her. It was almost as if their hearts were one.

When the evil ones have had their feast,
Look to the light for the blue-eyed beast.

"So this really is Hyrule, huh?" Midna muttered, her own voice softening. "So he conquered this world too." Midna once again glanced towards the window, guiltily relishing in the familiar glow that radiated throughout the land. Even though she found Twilight to be perfect and amazing, it didn't belong here. This was Hyrule. She was supposed to be enduring unbearable light. She was supposed to be annoyed by all of the pompous and self-righteous idiots that populated the land. Even though she still felt nothing but hatred and contempt for Hyrule and the actions of their blasted goddesses, she still couldn't help but pity them. She knew what it was like to lose your kingdom and she certainly didn't wish that on anyone. She even didn't wish it on the Princess of Hyrule.

"What is your name?" The "woman" asked, as if eager to change the subject.

"Name's Midna," Midna said, crossing her arms behind her head and grinning up at the "woman." She couldn't see the "woman's" reaction due to the piece of cloth that hid her mouth, but she could almost feel the "woman" smile.

"It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Midna," the "woman" responded. "I can tell that there is much more to you than meets the eye. You may have already guessed, but I am Zelda, Princess of Hyrule." As she was stating the last sentence, the "woman" pulled down the piece of cloth that covered her mouth and brought down her hood. So this was a light dweller, and the ruler of them to boot! She was young, probably around twenty or so, with brown hair and despondent blue eyes. She was very beautiful, at least for a human. She still didn't compare to Midna, but then again, no one did.

Just like Zelda knew there was more to Midna than met the eye, Midna had the same impression of Zelda. That feeling of utter despair and loneliness—that familiar feeling that bound them together—that feeling was only something a monarch who lost her kingdom could experience. She could see questions swirling around in Zelda's eyes. Clearly the light dweller princess had a lot of questions to ask Midna, but exercised an admirable sense of restraint. Instead, she opted for the simplest yet most important inquiry.

"What are you doing here?"

Huh. How should she answer that? Even though Zelda was kind enough to tell Midna her identity, Midna didn't really feel like divulging the details of her day yet. Sure, she had an undeniable emotional connection with the Hylian Princess, but that was about it. She still trusted her—or any damn human for that matter—about as far as she could throw her. She considered making up some elaborate lie, but…

…she was the princess. She doubted that the humans had the same legends that the Twili did, but it was worth a shot.

"I'm looking for someone…err…something. Have you ever heard of a blue-eyed beast?"

The human princesses' eyes widened. Huh. Maybe she did know something. Midna was right to ask. Zelda wandered over to the window, seemingly deep in thought. Midna allowed her to have a moment to her musings, glancing around the room in the interim. Boy, did humans have a strange taste in décor. Despite this obviously being some sort of prison to hold the princess, the room was still littered with expensive furniture from who-knows-where. A drab painting of some old woman hung on one wall. Humans. Midna would never understand.

Then again, she'd love to have a painting of herself on the wall…

"I do not know specifically of the beast you are referring to," Zelda spoke delicately. "However, my senses tell me that the one you seek is currently in the Ordona Province. You will find the Ordona Province in the southernmost section of Hyrule. You can't miss it…it's the only province that hasn't been conquered by Twilight…yet."

So there was still a part of Hyrule that Zant hadn't captured. Well, someone was being a little lax in his double-worldly dictatorship-ness. But why hadn't the Ordona Province been conquered yet? Was it not worth it? Or perhaps…perhaps…

Did the blue-eyed beast have something to do with it?

Midna shook her head. Whatever the reason, she'd figure it out when she got there. Well, Twilight may royally suck for the humans, but at least it was great for Midna. At least she didn't have to worry about that damned light as she searched.

"Thank you," Midna said earnestly. She meant it, she really did. She'd just met Princess Zelda, yet she was kind enough to tell her where to find the blue-eyed beast. Even though Midna still despised light dwellers—really, she did—she couldn't help but deeply grateful to the Hylian Princess. She had saved Midna's life earlier. Not to mention, there was still that emotional connection that she felt deep within her soul. Maybe, just maybe…

Midna shook her head. No way.

"I'm sorry to be such an inconsiderate hostess, but the guard will be making his rounds soon. You should leave before he notices you."

"See ya' round, then," Midna said in a sing-songy voice. She grinned like a small child on her birthday and waved. Zelda held up her hand and waved back.

Midna would never forget the look of despair in Princess Zelda's eyes.

Midna was perusing her merry way through Hyrule when she was suddenly cut off by an ear-splitting scream in the Faron Province. Of course Midna would run into trouble only minutes away from her destination. She was fairly close to the wall of Twilight, too. She could see the light on the other side. Ducking into a tree, Midna perched herself on one of the branches so she could keep an eye on the action.

One of Zant's Shadow Beasts—she couldn't bear to try to put a name to such a creature—held something in his arms. Midna squinted, trying to get a closer look. At first she thought the beastie held some sort of doll or something, but as she looked harder she noticed that the beastie was carrying a light dweller. This human seemed pretty young, too. The human was clearly unconscious, and within seconds, their material body suddenly vanished into thin air.

Midna gasped, not believing her eyes. What!? That human just disappeared! She thought only Twili could use teleportation magic! She smacked her forehead a few times, trying to literally knock some sense into her. She shook her head, getting that ridiculous idea out of her idea, and inched closer so she could get a better look. There had to be a rational explanation. Sure enough, where the human once was, there was now a ball of blue light.

Midna closed her eyes, shutting out her physical sense so she could see with her mind's eye. Just like she predicted, where the ball of blue light gently shone in the Twilight, she could see the outline of the human. So that's what happened to humans when they entered Twilight. She guessed it made sense. If Twili couldn't endure the light, it stood to reason that the humans couldn't handle Twilight.

Huh. You learn something new every day.

"Ilia! Colin! Where are you!? Answer me!"

A voice? Midna pried her eyes away from the beast and the human's spirit and turned to the door of Twilight. On the other side, still protected by light, was another human, and this time it was a male. Well, at least, the only reason that Midna assumed he was a male was because he didn't have any breasts. If it wasn't for that dead giveaway, Midna would have thought he was a female because goddesses did he have a pretty face. He seemed young, probably around the same age as the human girl who was kidnapped by the beasties, with dirty blond hair and an outfit so horrid it put even Zant to shame. The most striking feature on the human was his blue eyes, so wide and filled with emotion.

Blue eyes? Could he be…?

"What is this place? What happened to the woods?" He asked, his voice a warm, inviting tenor. While he certainly seemed surprised, he wasn't afraid. Good. If he did happen to be the little wolf cub Midna was looking for—and she had a sneaking suspicion that he was—he needed to have a backbone. No way in hell was Midna going to put up with any reluctant heroes.

"Hey! I don't care who you are! There is no way in hell I'm going to let you get away with kidnapping my friends!"

Huh. Sounded like the boy had some guts.

...Midna was starting to like this kid.

Finally, one of the beasties had enough of his yammering and made their way over to the door of Twilight. They stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was worth the trouble he was surely going to cause, before finally reaching through the Twilight and pulling him in. Light Boy gave a startled cry before instantly passing out the moment he entered Twilight. Midna sighed. Weaknesses of light dwellers aside, she was hoping he'd put up more of a fight than that.

The Shadow Beast stared at the boy for a moment before going to take care of the soul. For a moment, he laid on the forest floor, grass tickling his skin. The sensation was enough to wake him back up again. With a pained moan, he pulled himself up extremely slowly as if his entire body was made up of rocks. Midna knew the feeling. He glanced around from side to side, obviously disoriented, before suddenly giving a wail of pain.

Although Midna felt a wee bit guilty, she couldn't stop her smile.

Here we go.

On the boy's left hand, a mark in the shape of three golden triangles glowed, the bottom left triangle radiating the most vibrant light. His body seized, limbs trembling with such ferocity Midna was afraid that his fragile human body would burst. Unable to cope with the excruciating pain any longer, the boy let out a poignant cry.

The distinctively human scream echoed throughout all of Hyrule.

Although the first scream was definitely human, the echoes were the call of the beast.

Well there you have it, folks! Man this chapter took me forever. xD

I've started work on the next chapter. I'd say I'm about 50% done with it. I'd like to have it up tomorrow, but hey, it's me. No one ever knows when I'm going to update, not even me! :P

I hope you enjoyed the start of our little adventure! Please let me know what you thought of the story! Any constructive criticism is more than welcome. I'm always trying to improve as a writer and I more than appreciate the help.

Just a quick note that I'm gonna say now so I don't have to say it again: I have played TP at least 20 times and I do fact-check before I write, so if something isn't like how it was in the game…it's intentional. :) This is a novelization, but that being said, I am going to take a fair amount of creative liberties to keep it fresh and original, especially since there are so many novelizations out there. :)

I hope you enjoyed the story and I'll see you in the next chapter! :D