The Nightmare...

Taint. That lone word consumed his very thoughts as he picks himself up and stands; though he didn't know why. 'Where am I?' Lunar asks himself, as he tries to get his bearings. The sounds of water dripping from somewhere above him could be heard reverberating through whatever cavernous place he found himself in. He could see nothing around himself but pure darkness. Lunar takes a step forward, and just for a second there was a flash of static. 'What in Din's..' he said as a opening appeared in the thickening darkness. Lunar walks through the opening, and to his surprise, he appears on the rooftop of a large fort. The sky, instead of stars and bright moon light, was covered in what can only be described as a think black sludge, however it did not have the consistency of such. 'Humph! You disappoint me, boy!' a voice said out of nowhere. 'I thought you were stronger than this?' 'If this is the limit of your capabilities, then taking the Triforce of Power from you will be easier than I thought!'

'Lunar searches his surroundings frantically for the source of the voice, he knew all to well; Ganondorf. 'My so-called father' Lunar says calmly. 'You're stuck in the Dark World, so how in the name of the Goddesses, are you here?' 'Where ever here is...' With a flash of light, the "sky" opens, and with a shriek, a large black dragon appears. It lands, spewing a dark blue/black flame, burning hotter than the fires of Death Mountain. No sooner that it lands on the roof top, Lunar draws his katana and takes off toward it. The dragon swipes at him, but he leaps into the air. Lunar begins charging a wind spell in his left hand, as the charge finishes the dragon shifts, and swipes, hitting Lunar square in his chest, breaking some ribs. 'FARORE'S …. OUF' He hits the ground hard, spitting up blood. The dragon's form melts back into a black sludge, and reforms into a more recognizable shape that he could recognize; Ganondorf. 'Well, boy' Ganon begins, as he stands looming over Lunar. 'It ends here! GRAAHHH' Ganondorf lifts his huge booted foot and curb-stomps Lunar.

Lunar awakens with a shock and in a cold sweat. 'huff... huff...' He sits ups, and looks around. He is laying on a bed roll in and unknown location; he tries to get up but a voice comes from the tent's opening, stopping him. 'Good, you're awake. With your wounds, we weren't sure you would pull through' 'Wounds?' Lunar asks, looking down at the bandages wrapped around his chest and left arm. 'Where am I?' 'Apologies, my name is Fenarel, and you my strange friend, are in the Dalish camp.' The elf says. 'If you are feeling well enough, The Keeper would like to see you outside. You can find your clothes and weapons in the chest there at the foot of the bed.' As soon as Fenarel leaves, Lunar climbs out of the bed, and grabs his belongings out of the chest. He puts on his Sheikah armor, being careful not to agitate his wounds. He reaches back into the chest and takes his Elbow blades and katana and returns them to their respective places on his sides and back. 'Now... maybe I can find out just exactly what is going on'.

Upon leaving the tent, Lunar is greeted once again by Fenarel, who proceeds to take him to the Keeper, in the center of the Dalish camp. 'Excuse me, Keeper, but here is the one, who the Grey Warden found passed out in the forest.' Thank you Fenarel,' ' my names is Marethari Talas, I am the Keeper of this particular clan of Dalish elves. What is your name, and how did you end up in this forest? 'My name... is lunar.' 'I am a Twili, from the land of Hyrule.' Lunar, goes on to tell the keeper of how he came to be in the forest of the Dalish elves; about the strange mirror found in the Master Sword's Pedestal chamber, and of the strange evil creatures that engaged him in battle.