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The Endless Cycle

He awoke to the midnight's chill air. A deep growl emitting from deep within his chest, there was something lurking in the shadows. Had he been in human form he would have rolled his eyes.

Could he never get some rest?

Must he always fight so?

Behind him, he heard Midna rustle into wakefulness. For somebody who claimed to not need sleep she sure did it quite often.

Smirking she plopped herself into his back, "Got some visitors, eh?" Patting his head impatiently she prodded "Well c'mon, won't do everything for you now will I?"

Sending a half glare at her form, the Hylian turned wolf leapt at the darkness of the shadows, his heightened eye sight observing his surroundings carefully. There, he could see it snaking and dragging its slick black body across the floor. With a loud growl he leaped, snarling and tearing the small monster into bits and pieces. But even after the animal was long dead he kept snarling and gnawing, tearing it into an unrecognizable mess.

"Hey, hey!" it was Midna.

"Hey, boy, calm down would ya'?" she asked a small mask of concern covering her features.

The wolf stared at her dumfounded. Staring at the bloody mess he'd made of himself, he whimpered.

What had he done?

His fur was matted with the monsters' thick blood, Midna not looking any better as he had managed to splash her with the yucky mess.

Looking at her, his eyes pleaded for his questions to be answered. What is happening to me? What am I turning into?

Midna shook her head sadly, for she had no answer, as the Hero of Legends he was supposed to endure this.

He was always, always, supposed to go in this endless cycle of living to sacrifice himself for a princess whom in her opinion should have by now learned how to keep herself out of trouble.

Yes, he always valiantly accepted his mission, always gave all he was –without ever thinking much of the consequences.

Midna always wondered what would happen if one day the Hero was to fail, and fall into the grasp of darkness. Sort of like he seems to be doing now.

But Midna would understand, there was after all only so much a person could do after being born ,over and over again for just the same purpose. It had no end. Their re-used souls would get tired after a while.

There had to be a point, in which it would break, wouldn't it?

And looking at the beast she rode upon made her think that the time might be coming soon. He was acting like the darkness now…

But no, he couldn't blame him if he did give up, she herself was getting tired of being born and born again into a different persona, all to help this hero over and over again, according to the mission, last time she recalled she had been a fairy. She smiled faintly. A creature of light, she wondered if that was why she agreed to help restore the light this time, because in her past life she had had a love for it, she thrived in it, lived in it. Even though the persona she was now require for her to have a certain distaste for it she couldn't help but smile faintly sometimes when she saw the rays of the sun seep onto the horizon.

Shaking her thoughts, Midna stared down at the Hero, whom plead 'Help me', she shook her head 'I cannot…' and Midna wanted to shoot herself because she really, really, wanted to free the poor boy from this endless cruel joke of the Goddesses in their feeble attempts to keep balance. But she could not; she had been assigned a role of her own from the Goddesses, one she could not break no matter how much she wanted. Because… in the end she knew that no matter what she did- the Goddesses would turn everything into their favor.

They always did.

And with a sad small smile she whispered "I can't my friend." Link growled shaking his body he dumped Midna on the forest floor and ran. Howls of outrage and grief reverberated throughout the land. It was filled with so much pain it even made Midna clutch at her chest. She knew the feeling, but she couldn't do anything.

And so she watched as she always did, as the poor boy turned man, turned beast, turning into a monster howled his grief to the moon in the sky begging for mercy of the Goddesses.

Midna only hoped that they would finish this soon, before he succumbed completely. But she needn't have worried, for that was not what the Goddesses had planned….

After all..

It always went according to their plan…