It was quite a lazy afternoon... I layed myself upon my bed with a dagger between my hands, spinning with the point gracing the tip of my index finger, and the hild at my palm. It was such a simple dagger, a toy if anything... But, it had been my first. As I spun it between my hands, I took notice to how worn the hilt had become from all the years of use, how dull the blade had become from all the years of slicing through targets, and how even the dried blood became nothing but a coffee stain. It was almost nostalgia, as I looked at the mere knife. The times I had spent with my trainer, Uruk, were plentiful and flashing through my mind in monochrome. Uruk had led me to the strength I had right then. He never showed mercy during battle, but always stitched and mended my wounds carefully. After training, he was always so kind to me, always willing to offer a smile or a needed hug. How the humans could just slaughter him so...

I chucked my knife at the roof at the thought, a sudden heaviness and mourning squeezing at my heart as it sunk to the bottom of Lake Hylia. I took several deep breaths, as if panting after an intense struggle. I felt a tingling at my eyes, but shook them away -The darkness doesn't leak water from its eyes. The dagger loosened from the ceiling and landed within my grasp. I tossed it back up, diverting my thoughts to curiosity as to why everything in the world landed right back down, instead of continuing up forever and ever in the sky. Of course, with magic it was possible -But I did not possess such a luxury.

I stood from my bed and headed to the other end of the room where my mirror lay against the wall. I always found this a peculiar thing, as I stared into -Into myself. It seemed like such an unhuman power, a god-derived power to see of yourself what others saw through their eyes. Perhaps one would call it vane, but many moons found my eyes peering into themselves, reading the very chrome code.

My eyes were a vile blue with a hint of yellow -Blue was a vulgar color amongst my 'family', the color of the human sky, a facade of dreams among the putrid light-dwellers. My father's yellow eyes stared back at me any time I peered into the mirror, a constant melody to my evasion of reminisce. At the very center lie an abyss, the pupils, where our ancestors claim are the sealed doors to our souls. The longer I stared into my eyes, the more I felt myself being gravitated towards the hollow void.

All of a sudden, a chill ran down my spine. The hairs on the back of my neck and on my arms stood on end. My muscles instinctively stiffened. There was a presence behind me -And it wasn't one of gentility (More that of a thousand sleeping poisonous arachnids). I adjusted my eyes to see behind me through the entire mirror, only to ease up a bit. Behind me was my grand window -Open wide as the black curtains flapped about, a dark figure sprawled lazily on the sill, but a mere taciturn.

"Dark..." I mumbled. The man remained sublime, the black wind nearly billowing in my room as if it had blown him in. Finally, he stood from his seat and stood still before my window; His eyes glistened eerily in the darkness. No light entered the room from outside, for outside there was no light... Only darkness and cold wasteland of dust made its residence in both the day and night (Of which were not distinguishable besides the mood of the creatures -And the clumsiness of the moblins. Not even the moon's just light could pierce through the darkness...

"Your father has captured another rebel," The 'general' of Ganondorf's army informed me in almost a whisper.

"Tch," I scoffed, "He didn't do anything but sit in a chair; It was the foot moblins who risked their lives to bring those dirty rats in..." He merely chuckled at me.

"Dost my ears ring with resentment?" he mocked me, pulling on his black tunic. The tunic almost blended in with his ebony skin, save for a belt around his waist that held a silver buckle. There was no ill will between the two of us. Dark was often the eyes on my surroundings and the shield on my back; I owed him my life on many occasions. After Uruk was murdered, I locked myself in my chambers for many passings, until one day -Quite unannounced and infuriatingly- barged into my courters and dragged me out by my collar. Somehow, he managed to beat the tears and sorrow out of me -Yet with every swat, it was like the romping of brothers. Since then, he's always kept my chin up, threatening me of more 'beatings'.

"So, 3," He continued (3 was an insult of his, making me less than I am...), "I want you to meet her." I was taken aback. Her? It was a rare happening when a woman was captured, and the only time anyone went to see one was when they wanted to torture them or "Have FUN" -Whatever that meant. In all honesty, I had never seen a woman, not even a Gerudo (Who had gone extinct once my father no longer had any use for them). Both the anticipation of meeting one, and knowing what I would be doing, struck me at once.

"Wh-Why? To "have fun"?" I questioned him. Whatever I said caused his eyes to widen and a strange smirk to appear on his face. A coarse snicker escaped his lips, I scowled in return.

"What? Kid, do you even know what that means?" He smothered my ears with his harsh laughter. I blushed and looked away.

"Not really..." I mumbled. He shook his head and strolled over to me, easily putting his arm around me with a deep chuckle.

"Don't worry about it…" He said, putting his arm around me and leading me out the door.

He guided me down the long, impossibly dark corridor. Even with my keen eyes, I could not see two steps before me. While an array of lit skulls adorned the red velvet walls, the scarcely illuminated the heavy cloud of around them; In fact, they –In affect- added to the amount of shadow.

With every step we took, the sturdy tile floors greeted our familiar, perhaps advent, arrival with a steady rhythm. As we made our way down, Dark took to a strange conversation, one of which had never been directly introduced to me beforehand.

"This was a little bit before your time," Dark began, "but, have you any information about the Shadow Rebellion?" Vaguely; I did not know of any more than the bits and pieces I had overheard from the others. 'The humans were given a taste of their own medicine' 'we took back what was ours' and 'the trifork is finally ours' was all I could milk out of them.

"Sort of," I replied.

"Well, about two decades ago, five years before you were born, your father and I led the assault on Hyrule Castle. It was besieged and seized within a day –All because of the humans' arrogance, and our superior power, of course. Though, the queen got away, partaking in cowardice and leaving her people behind to die. Eventually, years later, we caught her (And since she was a woman and your father then had a motherless half-human child under his roof), she was made to care for you until you were old enough to care for yourself. However, things didn't go according to plan, because –Nearly a year later- her elf in dusty armor showed up and rescued her…" He rambled on. I continued on silet, heeding his words as bewilderment took up domicile in my mind: The idea that at one time I had not only been dependent on a human woman, but the queen of them all. "You were a very sickly child, so without her you nearly parished." apparently , highly dependent on her. "That's when I came along and saved your life like the righteous, amazing, humble Samaritan I am!" I scoffed at this. "And since you no longer needed milk-"

"Milk?" I questioned him. He gave a soft chuckle at this underneath his breath.

"It's a type of… Drink, I suppose," He explained.

"Unuoki?(*See bottom*)" I asked once more. He thought for a small while.

"It's white… And, um- Ah, it's kind of like thick, white water, and it tastes a bit sweet. I guess it's sort of like gentle candy water!" He elaborated.

"What's candy?" I inquired for the umpteenth time that day. He sighed with an exasperated laugh, shaking his head. By this time, we had already descended the mammoth amount of intricately designed flights of stairs, exited the elaborate castle, and were on our way to the gates leading to New Castle Town –Better known to the locals as the NCT. Outside hadn't changed its countenance since the last time I had lloked out my window, or the first time for that matter. The sky held a perpetual gloom, the lightning that flashed in the sky in likeness to the illumination of the torches in the corridor. The sky was not one made of clouds, but one of a dark and infinitely billowing winds. Just up ahead, however, the sky seemed to saturate into a light green.

Outside the castle grates, the NCT was bustling; Not with the business of the vulgar feet of the humans, but the various creatures of the night. The sounds of heavy boots colliding with the cobblestone streets and clanking of extraneous items on the belts of (More or less) diligent moblins hustling back and forth with construction equipment was harmonious with the flapping of keese wings and shouting workers. Storming about the hubbub as if commanders were the darknuts, shouting orders at the moblins and bokoblins alike who hurried along the crowd, acting as if any work were getting done at all –So to spare them from the wrath of King Ganon. In the middle of the plaza was a golden idol of Ganondorf (A physical hyperbole to admire) and around that, merchants gathered around to sell heir goods and wears as taciturn creatures Hammering, chattering, and buzzing became the backdrop upon our entrance, and to this we were no strangers.

*Unuoki* This is Shadow language, Dark's native language, roughly translated to 'I don't understand', implying for the opposite person to explain himself.

Btw, Dark, is Dark Link. I'm not giving it away, it's supposed to be known...