A/N: Here you go: chapter 3! I hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 3

Seth held his head in his hands, trying to erase the memories of last night from his brain. The Feast of the Hero was always one of his least favourite times of the year. This year was particularly bad. He excused himself as early as he could feinting sickness, but didn't get any sleep. Giving up on getting rest, he had got up and went into the kitchen before the sun had risen. He had dressed plainly, in a simple dark tunic. He was in no mood for fine robes at the moment.

He groaned, remembering that Midna was probably going ground him for life after he turned up late for yesterday's banquet. And it wasn't even my fault! Seth sighed. He may as well face the music sooner, rather than later.

He got up from the table glumly and started walking towards his mother's bedroom. There was no doubt that she was awake. She was probably the only person in the whole castle who got less sleep than

he did.

Cautiously, Seth opened her bedroom door, peeking inside. The room was dimly lit. Dimly lit and empty. There was only one place she could be. Seth sighed. I had hoped she'd stopped doing this.

He heard her before he saw her. Little sobs of anguish, shattering the silence of the morning. She was kneeling before a mirror. One if the Twilight Mirrors, actually. There had been one in the Twilight, and one in Hyrule. With Hyrule's mirror destroyed, the other one was useless…almost.

Midna used it scry Hyrule.

She held it in her hands, images of the land of light flowing across the mirror's surface. Images of him.

Riding on a horse across Hyrule.

Sleeping in a wooden tree house.

Feasting in a castle.

Talking to a brunette in an expensive dress.

Killing monsters in an open field.

It was his father.

Seth walked slowly, not wanting to disturb his mother. I don't know why she tortures herself like this. She will never be able to let father go while the mirror is intact.

"Mother…" whispered Seth. "Are you…okay?"

He got a sob of despair as an answer. I shouldn't have come.

"Link…" slurred Midna. Is she drunk? Seth stepped back cautiously.

"I'm-err… sorry…I shouldn't have-umm I'll just…go?" Seth mumbled. Midna didn't seem to hear. She continued to stare at the mirror.

Seth risked a glance. His father was kneeling in the dust holding a shard of mirror. The Twilight Mirror.

He said something. The mirror could only show images, not sounds, so Seth couldn't be sure what he said, but he was pretty sure it was Midna. I think I came at a bad time. Seth stepped back cautiously.

"That would be smart…" muttered Midna. She didn't turn around but Seth could tell by her clenched fists, that she wasn't happy.

The sun was rising now, and more and more people would be getting up. Seth turned and left, deciding to leave before he was recognized, rather than trying to pry his mother away from the mirror.

The wooden sword hit Seth in his ribs, knocking the air from his lungs. He growled, rising from the dust, determined to land a blow on his assailant. He swung his wooden sword at his attacker's head. He was to slow.

Julius ducked with ease, smashing the hilt of his sword into Seth's face, knocking him onto the ground of the training arena.

"You haven't been practising, have you?" asked Julius looking down at Seth. "You know you won't improve if you don't practice."

"I won't improve even with practice." muttered Seth under his breath, rising from the ground.

"I'm sorry, all I heard was a whining noise. Could you repeat that please?" asked Julius.

Seth glared. "I was pretty sure I hated you. Now I'm sure."

Julius tilted his head.

"You know, considering your father, you'd think you'd be better at fighting." Seth narrowed his eyes. He did not jut mention my father.

Seth attacked Julius with renewed strength. His attacks became stronger, faster, more vicious. The mood shifted. Julius's eyes narrowed, a bead of sweat running down his neck.

Still, Seth struggled to land a blow. Julius was more experienced, and Seth was impressively

un-talented. Julius batted Seth's blade aside, whacking him on the cheek.

"Better" Julius grunted. "Although, it would be even better if I didn't have to make you angry, in order to do so."

Seth blushed. "Y-you… set me… u-up?" panted Seth. Julius nodded.

"I did what I had to do." he declared. He turned, strolling out of the arena. "You might want to clean this mess up."

Review Replies:

StraightedgeWingZero: Thank you for your reviews. I made Seth's appearance the way it is for a certain reason, that will come in later. He does know Midna left Link, but, I don't think she left because she didn't love Link, but because of other reasons.

James: I think that this chapter's existence says a lot. I'm sure I can write a better ending than that.

upperground: I'm sorry about my short chapters. It's something I want to improve on as the story goes on.

So, we learn a few things in this chapter. There's a second, practically useless mirror, and Seth has none of his father's natural talent. Thanks everyone for reading, leave a follow or even a favourite if you feel like it. Don't forget to review while you're at it.

-Dwarfsun