A/N: Ah, another chapter. There's a huge inside joke in this particular chapter, one that you can understand by going on youtube and searching, 'Midna says'. And yes, eventually I will not update this back to back. But enough about that.

Chapter 2: New Adventures

When Link woke up the next morning, he was mostly silent, pondering over his latest dream. Ever since his travels through time, he always regarded his dreams a lot higher than he used to. When Midna woke up, she noticed that something was on his mind, and asked him about it.

"What's wrong Link?" she asked, both of them still in bed.

He turned around to face her, his face grave.

"It was my dreams again … more of a nightmare really."

Midna looked at him coyly. "But, it's just a dream."

Link shook his head slightly, turning his back to her again. "No, it's so realistic. It was the same kind of dream I had when…" he stopped. He had never shared his dreams about the beast that managed to send him through time, or this new one for fear of her reaction. She also only knew a little bit about how he got back to twilight, but certain details, such as Midna's future son's sacrificing themselves for Link, he left out for obvious reasons.

She could tell he was hiding something.

"Link," she said as she draped her arms around his shoulders, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

He weakly smiled. "I haven't had a dream like that since I dreamed of being attacked by the red eyed beast that sent me into the future."

"You actually… foresaw that?" she questioned, concerned.

He nodded his head, indicating yes.

"In my dream… my new one… I was somehow back in Hyrule. I noticed I was in Faron Woods, in the spirits spring. Faron came to me then… said that people in twilight were trying to mix the two worlds again." He went against telling her his ominous warning to not trust those around him. Even if he would always trust Midna, he didn't want to risk her trust.

"But that's impossible," Midna interrupted, "I broke the mirror. It's the only way to Hyrule."

"That's what I said… but then again, I'm here, and the mirror was broken."

"It's not everyday that someone gets to wish upon the triforce."

Link nodded. He wasn't really lying to her when he said that was how he got back. He knew the goddesses had to be involved somehow.

"Then, Faron disappeared, and I was in Ordon village. Everyone around me was… dying. They were all violently slain, in a heap."

He turned around to face her.

"And then, a man rose from the bodies. I could feel incredible power coming from him."

"You could feel his power?" she questioned, concerned.

"More or less so, yes. Then… it all happened so fast. I saw a blast of light heading towards me, but instead of waking up…"

An eerie silence echoed across the room.

"Well, spill it!" she said.

Link looked up into her eyes. "I saw you come in front of the blast to protect me, only you were an imp again. Then I woke up."

She looked away from him. Link knew what he said wasn't exactly comforting knowing he foresaw other things like this.

In his time spent with Midna over the years, he found out that despite his affection for her cute impish figure of old, she absolutely hated it.

"It's a reminder of the horrors I went through with Zant." She would remind him whenever it was a topic of discussion.

Now, after living with her in her true form for a couple years, he understood why she hated it. It was so different from how she normally looked for all her life. And to her, it wasn't nearly as attractive as her regular form, although Link didn't care one way or the other.

"How would you feel if you woke up and found yourself a Deku Scrub?" Link thought to himself to help him sympathize for her ordeal.

She turned back to face him again.

"I hope that it just stays a dream," she said slightly annoyed.

"You should know as well as anybody that I hope the same thing. I hate harbingers to come to me when I could be pleasantly sleeping."

She stood up and sighed wistfully as she put on her black cloak and her gold tiara.

"Hurry up and get dressed, we need to get going. We can talk about the dream later."

Link threw on his green hero tunic, over his white undershirt. It was his only attire that he had besides the garments the twili provided for him as King, but he felt out of place wearing such fancy clothes. He looked over at Midna to see that she was still upset over what Link had told her.

"I know," he silently thought as he left the room. "I hope so too."

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Link walked out to the small room that connected the private chambers to the rest of the palace. Tirana was waiting for him, with two small children that looked odd, yet cute, in her arms. Link smiled at them.

"How are you today?" he asked childishly as he rubbed the hair of his two kids.

"Uncooperative," Tirana answered for him, "I don't know what it is, but these kids of yours just don't listen to me."

"I'm sure that I wouldn't be opposed to having to look after them," Link said eagerly. He had been a little devastated when he found out that it was a twili custom for the King and Queen to leave their children in the care of another for most of the day when the children pasted the age of two. Both Link and Erandur were three.

At the time when he first found out that Midna was pregnant, he really wasn't sure what to do. He knew nothing of being a father, not to mention he didn't know how his kids would turn out. He was a Hylian and she was a Twili, it seemed unnatural for a being of light and shadow to conceive. But when they came, they both turned out to be fine and normal, although they looked a little different from most twili children.

"Sorry, you know the rules," she said, "Besides, these little guys liven up my day tenfold."

Link nodded, agreeing with her. He could see how they would make life interesting.

"Tirana," Link asked, "What's your philosophy on dreams?"

Her eyes looked up at the ceiling, indicating she was pondering what he had asked. She was about to answer when she saw Midna coming out into the small room, her eyes distinctly telling Tirana a subliminal message.

Leave.

"Well, I best be off," Tirana said as she left with the kids in tow. Link looked confused as she left the room to the door to the right.

"But…you…" Link stammered. He understood when he felt Midna's arms around his shoulders, her body pressed against his back.

"What was that about?" she asked playfully, a wry smile on her face.

"It seems your feeling better about what I told you," said Link

"It was just a dream, I can't let it get to me," she paused, her eyes looking up, "And I also think I may have an idea about how you could figure out your dream."

"Oh really?" Link asked, turning his head around to see her head on his shoulder. "And what would that be?"

She hummed for a second, teasing his curiosity. "I think I'll tell you later," she said with a wink as left through the door to the left, leaving Link dumbfounded yet again as he followed her.

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Back in the room Tirana went into, she was peering through the crack in the door, watching the exchange.

"I wonder who the man in their relationship is?" she quietly asked herself. The twins who were both playing on the floor both turned their heads in her direction.

"Momma?" they asked unknowingly in their child-like voice, causing Tirana to roar with laughter.

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Link and Midna had a rough day, dealing with the fallout from Link's hasty decision to send troops without the council's consent. Aicantar almost managed to get an actual fist fight started between council members upon bringing up if the troops would ever return, something that as serious as it would have been, Link probably also though it would have been funny to watch.

This in addition to the provinces feuding did not help matters. And with no word from the soliders for two weeks now, Link assumed that they had died or gotten lost. Not exactly an ideal situation he liked.

The first good news of the day came from Midna at dinner. They dined on a rare twilight bird that resembled chicken, something Link learned Midna was quite fond of in the five years he spent with her.

"Do you remember what I said about how you could interpret your dreams?" she asked from across the table.

"Yes," Link replied as he salted his meal, "I also remember that you were keen to not say anything about it."

She daintily nibbled at her food, swallowing before she responded. "I have an old friend," she said, "before I was truly royalty that is very powerful in divination magic."

Link frowned at her. "You know I really don't believe in that kind of stuff. I never did like that fortune teller in Hyrule Market if you remember."

"You'll also remember that the few times we went there she was accurate."

Link shrugged off the remark. "I'm not comfortable with seeing my future."

"Link," Midna said, her face growing serious, "Our whole journey together was practically like seeing the future. You were the hero of destiny, the light spirits themselves told you."

Link was silent. She had a valid point. He was a pawn of fate it seemed.

"Plus, this isn't some cheap two bit fortune you'll get," she continued, "This is real magic. The twili weren't banished for nothing you know."

Link sighed, knowing she told the truth and just wanted him to be happy. "Okay," he said reluctantly, "Where can I find this friend of yours?"

She smiled at him, something clearly amusing her. "Well, as far as I know, he lives in the city outside the palace."

"Midna," Link began, "That will never work. You know as well as anyone that I can't go out into public like that, much less leave the palace for such a thing. What will the people think?"

"I'm well aware that it won't do the citizens well to see the King out in public to get his fortune told, even if this guy's the real deal." She paused, snickering a little. "That's why I think you would have to go… incognito."

"What do you mean?" Link asked, almost afraid of the answer.

Midna snapped her fingers and a small black and orange crystal popped up in her hands.

"Oh no," Link said shaking his head, "How would that be any better at all?"

She laughed at his disinterest. "Well, you could get you out of the palace. From there, you would just… have to stay hidden."

"And when this guy sees the sacred beast of prophecy at his doorstep, then what?"

She grinned at him, "Oh, you can just let me handle that. All you have to do is get there, I promise."

Link gulped ever so slightly. Whenever she left him in the dark about things, they didn't always turn out so great.

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Ilia woke up early the next morning, still stunned by what she was told last night.

"Link is alive, but in another realm…"

She really didn't know what to think. She did however, realize that she would need to find a weapon of some sort if she was to leave Ordon Village for Hyrule Castle. Knowing this, she left for Rusl's house first thing in the morning to see if the smith had a sword or weapon she could borrow. When she got there, she was surprised to see Rusl and his son Colin sparring. They both paused when they saw Ilia coming.

"Ilia?" Rusl asked slightly confused, "What are you doing up at this hour?"

"I've come to ask a favor," she replied, "And I'd prefer if it was kept a private matter."

Rusl looked at her a little odd, but decided not to question her motives. "Come inside," he said as he gestured her to follow him.

"How are you Ilia?" Colin asked as they went up the path to Rusl's abode.

"Fine for the most part, how about you?" she asked politely.

"Great! I can beat my dad with a sword pretty easily now… just don't tell him I said that."

She laughed. It was true, Colin had really grown up in the past five years. He was already becoming a budding warrior when he was just twelve. Now, he was more or less the same age as Link when he first started his journey.

"A journey that I never understood," she thought to herself.

When they got to the house, they entered quietly so they would not disturb Uli, Rusl's wife.

"Now," Rusl said quietly, "What is this about Ilia?"

"I can't go into details," she began, "but I need to borrow a weapon of some sort, and I was wondering if I you had one."

Rusl looked at her disapprovingly. "You know your father would never approve of this."

"You should also know I'm not a teenager anymore. I'm twenty two," Ilia spoke defensively.

Rusl gave her a small smile. "You'll have to forgive me. You still look as young as a teenager." He spoke with an elderly manner.

Ilia blushed slightly at the compliment as Rusl turned around and started foraging through a chest behind him. She was amazed at all the desultory items that were in the chest of the smith, imaging how hard it must be to keep track off everything in such a mess. Finally, Rusl got up with what he looked for in his hands.

"You can use this if you want," he said as he put a small bow in one of her hands, a quiver full of arrows in the other. It looked like it was crafted out of the trees of Ordon judging by the slight scent permeating from the weapon. She bowed her head in respect at Rusl's gift. She didn't know how to use it well, but she told herself she would learn.

"Excuse me," Colin said as he spoke up, "but could I go with her father?"

"Son, you're a grown man in my eyes. You can do as you please, although I'm sure the mayor won't be very happy to hear you both left so suddenly."

Colin nodded his head in appreciation of his father's kind words. They both exited the house with Colin closing the door behind him, and Ilia wondering why Colin wanted to go with her.

She didn't have to wait long.

"Your going to look for Link, aren't you?"

Ilia gasped slightly. "How did you know that?" she questioned.

Colin smiled. "Why else would you suddenly leave your home and everyone else behind? I don't know what you're planning or how you know where Link is, but I'd love to see Link again."

She smiled at the young boy's adventurous spirit and intuitive guess.

"Besides," he continued, "You're going to need protection until you learn to use that bow properly."

"I guess that's true. We better get going before the town starts to wake up," she said as she noticed the sun starting to come into full view. Colin nodded his head in agreement as they walked along the dusty path out of Ordon Village, the morning dew welcoming a fresh scent of adventure.

A/N: Cheekaaan! - (It's the inside joke)