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These Worlds of Ours is rated "T" for mild language, romance, and fun action stuff.
The Head of the Tail
"This sucks."
Actually, saying it "sucked" was probably the biggest understatement of the century. Midna had a few choice words, most involving the worst curse word of every language known to Twili. She groaned, flopping on her bed and kicking off her shoes—who the world forced her into eight inch stilettos? Those shoes weren't made for walking—and burying her face in her pillow. She didn't give a crap that all of her makeup was smearing the pillow. She didn't care if someone demanded she make her thirty billionth appearance.
Midna, the Twilight Princess, was married. At eighteen years old.
She hated it.
Thankfully, someone showed pity on the obviously unhappy princess and allowed the newlyweds to spend the night in separate rooms while they 'adjusted to being married' or some nonsense like that. Truthfully, Zant probably insisted that he didn't want to sleep anywhere near her because she was disgusting, which was fine for Midna. It was a two way street, bud.
Midna sighed, rubbing sleep out of her eyes and straightened, searching around her room for any patrol birds or anything dumb like that. He was keeping her under surveillance. He had to be. He wouldn't kill her, no, he needed her in order to make his claim to the throne legitimate, but he'd control her.
The Twili used to be ruled by females. Queens and princesses were the dominant authority. Actually, no one really cared the ruler's gender, but queens and princesses just…fit. All until Ganondorf came and Nabooru, the beloved Twili Queen, passed away. Now all of a sudden for the first time in centuries women became subservient.
Midna was used to living in a fortress. Her father kept her under watch all the time. But at least, with her father, he allowed her to be educated. He actually cared about her being a good ruler. And…well, it's one thing to be watched by your father, because he's well, your father.
It was another thing to be controlled by a husband you didn't pick.
Midna bit her lip, forcing the tears that threatened to fall away. She was Midna. She didn't cry. Only weak people cried. She closed her eyes and buried her face in her lap, forcing her breathing to calm and her heartbeat to steady. Everything was sinking in. The reality of her situation stung.
Midna heard a small whine, relishing in the gentle patter of a dog's tongue on her cheek. There he was. She was getting worried that he wouldn't show up on her oh-so-special day.
"Hi Blue," she said quietly. She touched her face, unsure if the moisture was from his tongue or her tears. Although she'd never admit it, it was probably both. She grinned, refusing to show weakness even to him, wiping the icky substance on his fur. "Yuck, you're slimy!"
He gave a small pant which he usually did when he was content. She pet his head, scratching behind his ears gently and savoring Blue's elated expression. What a typical dog. He always loved being scratched behind the ears.
If her father knew she was keeping a massive wolf as a pet, he'd probably either banish her to the Isle of the Dark or have Blue publicly executed. Thankfully, Blue was a pro at hiding. He only appeared to Midna late at night in her bedroom. Where he lived the rest of the day Midna didn't know, nor did she really care, as long as he came.
"Do you want a treat?" Midna asked, getting up and rummaging through her drawers. She pulled up on the bottom of the drawer, revealing a hidden compartment that held all of Blue's snacks. Blue leapt gracefully—well, as gracefully as a giant wolf the size of a pony could jump—to the floor, tail wagging as he pawed her gently. "Sit boy," Midna ordered. He plopped down. Midna grinned, tossing the treat and stroking his muzzle gently. She scratched his ears, noticing the slightly crooked piercings in the wolf's large, pointy ears.
Midna was at her happiest when Blue was around. To some, it may seem silly, but Blue was really the only true friend she'd ever had. She found him wandering around the castle ten years ago when she was just a scared little girl. Wolves were revered by the ancient Twili as they were the sign of the hero. Midna needed a prince in shining armor on a white horse, or well, a hero in the form of a dog. She pierced his ears a long time ago to subtly claim he was hers. Being the amazing name creator she was, she named him "Blue" from his pure blue eyes.
"I've got an issue, Blue," she said with a sigh, plopping back down on her bed. Blue jumped up, snuggling next to her for story time, resting his head in her lap. Yes, Midna always told Blue her life's problems. He was a great listener. Even better, he never talked back. Because well, he was a wolf.
"What do I do?" she asked quietly. Blue looked up at her quizzically, concerned and at the same time wondering why she stopped petting him. She laughed lightly, stroking him on his body and getting any tangles out of his fur with her fingers. "How do I get out of this one?"
Blue panted, barking softly and then growling lightly, he bared his teeth. Midna laughed. An ordinary person would be terrified, but Blue was never violent. Midna knew that was his way of telling her what he thought. It was amazing, but Midna always had the sneaking suspicion that Blue understood every single word she said.
"I can't kill him, silly. Although, I'll admit it's been quite tempting." Blue whined softly, pawing at an itch in his ear. After his itch was satisfied, he gave her a blank look, a look that said 'well then, I'm fresh out of ideas.'
Midna laughed again, amazed at the sound of her laughter. She rarely smiled let alone laughed these days. No, all happiness faded when she married Mr. Gangly Arms. Gangly Arms. That was a new one. A fitting nickname. Midna filed that away for future reference.
"What can I do, though? I can't stay here. I'm freaking miserable. He is more overbearing than Daddy. Besides, we all know that I'm merely a figurehead. I have no power anymore." Blue whimpered, sensing her frustration, licking her cheek gently. She smiled. "Maybe I should just marry you."
Blue snorted at that.
Midna sighed, getting up from her bed and walking over to her floor to ceiling window. The skies of Twilight seemed so serene and peaceful, never changing from its luminous black and orange color. She glanced to the opening in front of the castle. That opening used to hold a white light, a forbidden light in Twilight. It used to be the portal between worlds.
Once upon a time—Midna felt like she was telling a fairy tale—Hyrule was one, complete world. Hylians were children of the gods, blessed in their eternal paradise. However, a group of Hylians weren't satisfied with their lives and attempted to control the Triforce, the entity that held the Goddesses' power. Furious at their betrayal, the Goddesses banished the group to the Shadow Realm, a world cloaked by darkness. That Shadow Realm later became known as the Twilight Realm, and its inhabitants became known as the Twili.
But see, unbeknownst to most of the light dwellers, the group that attempted to control the Triforce, Midna's ancestors, learned from their mistakes. They gave up their greed and actually ruled quite peacefully. Twilight became very peaceful, and dare she say it, a nice place to live. However, not all Twili made do and got over their grudge. They swore revenge on the light dwellers.
What shocked Midna the most was that the light dwellers swore revenge on the Twili too. For what? What for? The Twili were banished and could not ever enter the Light Realm. But one day, fifty years ago, the light dwellers invaded. That invasion began the Thirty Year War. At first it was a mass slaughtering of the Twili people, but then the Twili leaders found out how to penetrate the Mirror of Twilight.
Yes, the Mirror of Twilight and arguably the culprit of everyone's woes. The Mirror of Twilight was, before its destruction at the hands of the light dweller's so-called greatest hero, the link between the two realms. But of course, there was a catch. The light dwellers could enter and exist in the Twilight Realm, but the Twili could not enter and exist in the light world. That must have been the Goddesses' way of saying f-you to the Twili and allowing their pets to keep an eye on them. For years, the light dwellers stayed far away from the mirror as possible, as if it was some sort of accursed object or something. Then the light dwellers came up with an excellent idea to just invade the Twilight Realm. Why not? In theory, it was a war they couldn't lose and the Twili could not enter the Light Realm and do any damage. Well, then the Twili found out how to penetrate the mirror from their side and realized they could exist—well, somewhat—in the Light Realm after all. Hence the Thirty Year War. The war only ended when the Mirror was destroyed. Destroyed, yes, but not shattered. At least, Midna didn't think it was shattered. According to legend, only the true leader of Twilight could completely destroy it from the Light side. And the Mirror was destroyed by a light dweller, so…
Midna always speculated about that damn shiny object. She was curious, admittedly. She was curious to see what kind of paradise the light dwellers lived in. She wanted to know what kind of pompous, stuck-up assholes these light dwellers were. She wanted to see what kind of people would attack a defenseless nation.
Midna was so lost in her musings that she missed Blue pawing at her leg. She smiled, patting him on the head and sighing again. She loved it in Twilight, and certainly didn't care for the Light Realm, but at the same time…
Anywhere was better than here at the moment.
Blue opened his mouth to bark before his ears shot up, he gave a small whimper, and suddenly dashed off. Midna raised her eyebrows, beginning to call for him before she realized there was someone coming. Lovely. Maybe it was her oh-so-magnificent husband.
"Who's there?" she asked.
The doors flung open, and in walked a large, armor-laden man with broad shoulders and a bright, fiery red beard. He wore no crown—he did not have to, everyone in Twilight knew who he was—and dismissed the guards following him with a wave of his hands.
"Midna." His voice was deep, authoritative, and made no mention of the Twilight Princesses' status.
"Father," Midna spoke quietly. She crossed her arms over her chest, biting her tongue defiantly as she restrained herself from just screaming at him. She was angry at him, of course. This whole marriage deal was his fault and his fault alone. Yet, at the same time, even though she was his daughter…no one spoke against the Great Ganondorf. No one.
"I expected you to stay longer at the banquet held in your honor," he continued, walking over to her, his massive body looming over her. He was disappointed, of course, when was he not disappointed with Midna?
"I needed some fresh air," Midna spoke coolly. "I was feeling faint and wanted some space for a moment."
Well, that wasn't entirely false. Midna was sick and tired of being crammed into a room filled with Twili aristocracy, pompous—almost as pompous as those light dwellers—fat freaks who only cared about food and their wallet and not the well-being of the general population.
"You will return to the celebration," Ganondorf said. It wasn't a question. "You will return to your husband's side and act like the princess you are supposed to be." He made no mention nor care for Midna's health. After staring at her, ensuring that she received his message, he walked out of the room, not saying another word. He expected Midna to obey him. She always did.
Midna sighed. And she thought she was stubborn. She walked over to the mirror, disappointed in her sad reflection. If she cared, she would redo her makeup. All she saw in the mirror was a sad, unhappy princess who couldn't be herself.
Now that Ganondorf was gone, Blue walked over to her, whimpering and licking her arm. She pet him, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his black nose. Blue wagged his tail, nudging her wrist. Midna smiled as Blue dropped a shining teal amulet in her hand.
"Is this for me?" She asked. Blue nodded, giving a small bark. "Thank you." She put the amulet necklace on, admiring the beautiful jewel in the mirror. Hey, she was a girl too, and every girl likes nice things. She had no idea where Blue got it, but hey, if he stole it, oh well, he was a wolf and when was the last time you heard of a wolf going to jail?
"I gotta get away from here, Blue."
So have you wished it, so shall it be.
Eh, that was a bit shorter than I wanted. Oh well. These first three or so chapters follow a pattern and I'm sticking to it. xD Sorry it's mostly description. I hate introductory chapters. :P
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