She felt it, that same feeling she felt long ago, the time of her childhood. That sense of horror, a flood of destruction and power crashing down within one's mind. Most were blind to it, but she had the ability to see it, feel it, fear it, hate it. Her left hand smashing against the stone wall, knocking against the walls to relieve the pain. Her right hand gripping a blade, which was for a last resort, and only last.
The thoughts of her people suffering hazed her memory. The black flames covering the city, a reminder of the power of the enemy. Her mind rolled back in time, remembering the days of adventure, the days she fought to end. On top of the back of a beast, a beast her self in the form of an imp. She rode through the realm of the light to save her own, only years later, to have it all fall again. But this was different, it was not her throne they were after. They were after everything, the thrill of battle, the war, the fight, the chaos.
Did she fight for it all to crumble again under the hands of a more powerful enemy. Reluctantly looking up to see the carnage plaguing her world. It hurt, the pain of having to take in every detail of the suffering under her. The people she fought to win back, the people she fought to protect, and the people she stood back and watched be slaughtered like pigs.
Not only did the sight ruin her, but the sounds were enough to break the strongest souls. Screams, pure shrieks of pain and murder, blended with the war cry of victory. It took her entire being to prevent herself from going down into the field and fighting alone. Even with her true form, the beautiful figure and form by the standards of both realms, and the power only her family held knowledge of, she was useless.
She turned away from the window, putting her back to the elegant collage of green, red, and purple. The luminous darkness which surrounded their realm separated around her sole window as it glowed with a perfectly natural aura. With only a few steps and fist crashing down, she came to the wooden desk in front of her. Papers, scrolls, ancient texts, all of them useless, each only stating the obvious. That one key phrase each and everyone of them repeated.
The Army of Chaos, is infinite, eternal, divine, and unstoppable.
She cursed the ancients for praising the death bringers. There were no facts on them, just the repeated myths in all sources. The children of a goddess, an unstoppable force, nothing to halt their reign. Frantic eyes flipped through pages searching for a small detail, a missing link to her success. In a matter of seconds, the front and back covers were placed on both sides of the pages, and no secret was found.
"Princess, Princess Midna!" A voice shouted from outside her door. She quickly dashed to it and opened it, gripping the iron handles. Using the power of her family, she fueled it with emotion and accidentally ripped the door off its hinges. Flinging a massive piece of scrap wood into the wall. But neither had time to worry of such minor detail. Her rage was obvious, and even though the soldier was doing what he was intended to do, he was sure to face the Twilight Princess's wrath.
"What the hell do you want?!" She shouted back, anger and sorrow within her eyes. As a soldier of the Twilight, it was within his mind and soul to fear the power of the Royal Family. His face was laid out with fear, but the armor which covered all of them loyal knights hid all expression. A mask that resembled the beasts of the shadows, a reminder to the hardship the people worked through under the rule of Zant years ago.
The soldier stood straight on impulse in a split second, every second wasted was another of his friends and comrades being slain. Midna waited for an answer impatiently, being in the same position as the young soldier, people dying as long as time continued to flow. Even though it was a fraction of a second, that small waste of time seemed to end the world.
"You have to escape, Princess Midna." The soldier reached forward and stepped in a different direction simultaneously. His grip came across nothing as Midna moved back, determination and shame clouding her decision. The soldier looked back in surprise as she made a hasty decision, surprising him and in his opinion, dooming the kingdom. He continued to persuade her. "You have to survive, we can't fight them. If you die the kingdom is gone with you."
He persisted hoping she'd understand his reasoning. The look in her eyes butchered his hopes, he knew the princess and wondered why he tried. She was persistent, determined, but this often came across as being stubborn and rude. He knew that unless she agreed to leave on her own, they'd stay within the castle even as the enemy stormed inside. That was the proud princess he served.
"Without my people there will be no kingdom." Midna backed away from the soldier and turned around. Walking towards her books and sword which hung from the tables edge. The soldier pulled off his mask, exposing his light blue skin, pointed nose, and yellow eyes. It wouldn't change anything, he was a knight without a helm. Doomed to protect a princess of a doomed empire, to him it was the end of the world. But another word from Midna pushed away these thoughts. "Is the Temple of Darkness gone?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Midna's voice was stern and professional, even in this time of crisis. The soldier's vocals wavered at the mentioning of the forsaken ground. An alternate of the Temple of Time, within the back of the building was an area in which none were permitted to enter, or even go near. Midna was there once, her first experience feeling the darkness that surged from within the back. Her father told her that it was something forsaken by the guardians of the Light, and uncontrollable by the Dark. But the Young Man didn't know that.
"Leave me, go. Run away and survive, live a life away from here, happy and safe. Or stay and fight for the people you love, and die with a sword in hand." Midna said giving the soldier an option to live or die. There was an actual moment of silence between them, she grew angry wondering why he hasn't made the decision. She twirled around about to shout, until her eyes came to his back. Helm on top of his face and sword in hand, running down the all and out into the courtyard. He ran to battle, he ran to death, but to him, he ran to honor.
"Idiot."
She mumbled backing away from the open section of the front of her room. Losing hope and wishing this was a dream. She walked back to the window and looked outside, pressing her back against the corner. During her adventure, she realized the Twilight Realm, was a mirror image of the Light. But the difference being, they had the beauty of mysterious black light. It did not rise with the sun, or fall with the moon, it radiated within the very essence of the land.
She was forced to face a brutal, harsh truth. One that would start the fall of everything else, a truth that would spread throughout all the Realms. Be it Light, Dark, Twilight, or anything else, they will learn that Chaos conquers all. But a small hint of joy spread across her face in the form of a minor smile.
Before she left her second home, the Realm of Light and it's people. She shattered the mirror that created the bridge between them, a painful choice to make. But one that was made to prevent disasters such as these from spreading. In the end, she lost it all. Her people, her friends, her kingdom, everything she fought Zant and Ganondorf for.
But in return for her sacrifice, she saved the people of the Light. Link and Zelda were protected from a menace that will be trapped within the Darkness forever. Her smiled slowly lowered as the noise slowly became silenced. The screams of her people slowly leaving existence, their final calls for help being muffled by the blades of enemies. Women, children, elderly, sick, wounded, soldiers, nothing was left in the end. Only the echo of marching metal boots clanking against the ground in succession.
An entire army of knights, black knights carrying large broadswords and shields in the shape of flames. The tip of the shield, as sharp as the blade itself they all wielded. They marched into royal property, stopping to see a lone soldier standing in front. The Young Man that honored the princess by dying in battle. If she was to die with her kingdom, he shall die in glory so all may know that the Twilight Knights will fight for honor against all odds. With a long sword in his right hand and a shield in his left, he raised them both and placed his self in traditional battle stances.
All sense of fear and survival are gone, his only thought was glory for his princess. He stood quiet as the entire army stood in front of him, a wall of black armor resembling bones. He realized something strange, the soldiers in the back of the section in front of him were shifting to the side. Creating a walkway for some one else, but the foolish yet brave knight stood in wait of his opponent.
The two black knights in front of him stepped to the side, and he saw the leader of it all. He wore no helm, no armor above his waist, not even a gauntlet to protect his hands. He stood in front of the Young Soldier naked from the waist up, except for the man-sized sword in his right hand. The markings on the blade leading down to an eye at the bottom of the blade. The red pupil was locked within the blade and it shifted around, examining the surroundings. Until it's erratic gaze landed upon the sole challenger to the Army of Chaos.
"Is it that you challenge me, warrior?"
"I will kill you!"
The larger man's voice held a demonic deep tone. His skin being a light brown expressing every massive muscle within his giant frame. His jet black hair dropped over his face hiding his ruby pupils, but exposing rare glimpses of them. The brave warrior leapt forward, sword raised and shouting to put his entire soul into the swing. Midna watched from atop the castle. Noting that his exact attack, was a exact copy of a certain warrior she fought with. But this did not raise her hopes, because that Young Man was only an average warrior.
The massive man grinned and tightened his grip on his weapon. Twisting his wrist, hips and legs at the same time. He brought up the weapon and the tip sank into the flesh of the Young Knight. The weapon dragged across his chest, and a red stream flowed out. The dead Knight was flung into a garden patch and laid there motionless. From one shoulder to the other was a wound that would bring down the greatest of warriors.
"You should've escaped, it would have saved at least one of us." A voice from behind Midna said, an elderly voice in their native tongue. Midna sighed hoping that they would have left already. But her hopes were crushed and they were to die next to her. The sages of the Twilight stood behind her, all their fixed stares upon her. She stood in front of the window in silence, they already knew why she didn't leave.
"You read the script, they are unstoppable."
"You are a foolish ruler, a princess of the damned."
"You have done nothing for our people, besides kill them all."
The sages of the Twilight said, insulting Midna. She stood silent ignoring them, staring down at the leader of the Army of Chaos. What kept her attention was the horrific fact, that his red eyes were looking directly at her also. The Sages were intelligent, powerful, and wise, but they knew nothing of Midna's personality. Nor did they understand the skill of the Army of Chaos.
She stared at him directly not letting a sound escape her lips, preventing emotion from distorting her face. The Man stood within the Royal Garden and smiled, his fanged teeth being another weapon on him. He raised one hand slowly and pointed it towards her, ready to speak.
"Is this all you have for me, surely there is another within your ranks. Or have I murdered them all?"
He said wanting to draw upon her anger, and in every way did he succeed. Using the power of her family, Midna dived out her window passing through the shattered glass. Her yellow and orange hair formed into a massive spear and lunged forward, speeding directly towards the him. With the slightest ease, he side-stepped avoiding the spear and grabbed Midna's hair. And with little difficulty, he pulled her directly from the black Twilit sky and sent her crashing down into the stone walkway. She pulled herself up slowly, still gripping the sword in her right.
She got onto her knees and waited for a second, forming a plan in her mind. She had to consider the situation of him still holding her main weapon, and the sword in hand. A idea came to mind, but with a man of his power, it was risky, suicide almost. But it had to work, it must work.
She formed her hair into two separate hands, one grabbing his left, and the other holding his right. With all of the force within her body, she jumped forward performing a stabbing motion directly at his heart. She was only milliseconds away from what she thought would end is his life, cold steel piercing through his vitals. But in that miniscule time, a coat of armor grew around his skin, starting at the very point where she needed to hit.
With a loud snapping sound and a spark, she dropped to the ground landing on her backside. A princess covered in sweat on the ground between two pieces of a shattered blade, and before her, a slayer of her people. Her breath was lost, and her arm ached from the impact. But a large hand gripping her throat lifted her into the air and held her there. Midna's feet dangled in the air, powerless to stop him from killing her.
"I know of your journey into the Light, you defeated Zant and Ganondorf with the Hero. Tell me how to enter the Realm of Light so I can test their power. If you do this, I'll bring back all of your people, even the stupid soul I killed here."
But killing Midna was not his plan, he needed her to live for a little longer. He was not a man of pure evil, he would keep his word and resurrect her kingdom. But only if Midna was willing to sacrifice the people that helped her. A cruel smile grew on the Twilight Princess, knowing that his request was impossible. With a slight struggle to escape, and the tightening of his grip, she told him with an evil laugh.
"Too late, I shattered the Mirror of Twilight within the Light Realm. You'll be trapped here, you damn idiot." She was ready to die knowing that she put him in a hole, he'll never climb out of. The hate in his eyes was obvious, and the blow he delivered was painful. A straight jab into her stomach, it sent her flying backwards and onto the ground, holding herself in pain. He pulled the sword out of the ground and walked towards her, ready to end the royal lineage.
But his eyes saw nine figures behind her, attempting to bring Midna to her feat. Nine shadowy figures, covered in royal garments from head to toe, only the bright yellow eyes were visible. The black clothing and amount of them made it obvious that they were the nine sacred sages of the Twilight. His cruel and evil laughter shook the ground, and the stones under him either cracked and exploded into tiny shards, or were lifted into the air and levitated.
He thrust out one palm and the sages were trapped inside of a red field. A ruby in the shape of a diamond triangle surrounded each and every one of them, except for the injured princess. His eyes narrowed as he watched all of them bang against the wall in an attempt to escape, no form of magic was effective inside those fields. He succeeded, continuing to howl in laughter as he lifted the sages off the ground and left them hovering in the air.
"You fools, you have betrayed your queen by letting your emotions control you. I'm sorry to tell you this princess, but I have won!" He said looking into the sky at his captives, each and every one of them locked within a death trap. The cages twirled in the air forming a ring that would create a gate to the Realm of Light. But he needed to finish the process, the last step would be killing the sages. He closed his open hand, tightening his fist and the cages they were in instantly condensed. Blood sprayed out from within them and rained down upon Midna, covered in the blood of her people. She failed, even with the destruction of the Mirror of Twilight, she only saved her friends for a few years.
On both knees she leaned over and punched the ground, accepting death, wanting to die. But again, her enemy decided against her plan, he walked towards Midna and opened his hands in front of her face. The red blood staining his hands directly in her face, a mark of her greatest fault, her inability to protect others. Midna waited for the slow and painful death she deserved, but instead she was encased in the same pyramid prison that the sages were.
"Go to the Realm of Light, and warn them of us. We shall descend upon their land soon, and you shall have their army ready. Tell them, the Army of Chaos is coming, and we come with death on our blade." He said and placed his hand on her cage, it slowly lifted off the ground. Sending her into the Realm of Light once again, while rising into the sky. She felt dead inside, her people were dead, she didn't die with her kingdom, and now she had to tell Zelda and Link of her failure. Because of the Twilight realm being a mirror image of the Light, she'd land directly within the courtyard of Hyrule Castle.
Above her was a swirling vortex, less of a portal and more of a spinning distortion in space. The red color, an exact copy of the Sage's blood made it even worse for her to enter through. But even her power was rendered null within the triangular prison. In silence she rose into the Invasion Gate and entered into the Realm of Light. Once Midna was out of sight, the King of Chaos spun around instantly and began demanding orders.
"Before we invade the Light, we must find my sons and brothers. They will help us conquer my mother's legacy, the Triforce." He said beginning a search through out the Realm of Twilight. His determination burning as brightly as his hatred for his mother's power. The King of Chaos was a true divine being, his only weakness, was that he can die.
(A/N Thank you for reading my latest and probably best story. Please Review and tell me if I should change the rating to M. Also in your opinion, tell me which title is better, "Army of Chaos" or "Children of Chaos" Thanks)
Updated: 7/9/08- Changed around some of the spacing within the chapter. That's about it.
