After month of lazy non-updatiness, I have finally started working on this again! Huzzah! So now that I have revived this fic, I shall start typing words! Yay. (Note: Some language in this chapter since Lein gets really vulgar when he's pissed)

Disclaimer: I own everything but the Twilight Realm, Felt, and everything else I may have forgotten.


After the encounter at the bar with the cloaked pervert, Lein stormed out of the bar with Cremis following close behind. "Yo, Lein!" Flynn the bouncer called after him, "What happened in there? It sounded like there was a fight!" Lein ignored him and ran right by him. "Lein? Come back here and tell me what's going on, dammit!"

"Um, Lein" Cremis asked timidly, "Shouldn't you go back and explain what happened back there to him?"

"Screw Flynn," Lein told Cremis, "Why don't you go back and explain it to him?"

"I'm too busy following you," Cremis replied, "And I think you should tell him what happened in the bar."

Lein stopped running. "You know what," He pulled his sword out, "Why don't you leave me alone before I stick my sword through your heart!?"

Cremis pushed the blade away. "You wouldn't kill me, right?" Lein pushed the sword to her hand. "Y-you're just bluffing, you won't cut me up with that thing, right!?" Lein pushed a little harder. "L-Lein, y-you're hurting me." A steady stream of blood flowed from Cremis's hand. "L-Lein, p-please, stop." Tears escaped her eyes. "Lein!"

Lein moved his sword away and wiped Cremis's blood off it. "Fix that cut of yours," Lein told her. He started to walk away.

"I-I'm not leaving." Cremis grabbed his arm. "I'm still coming with you."

Lein brought his sword to her neck and looked her straight in the eye. "After I messed up your hand, you still want to follow me?"

Cremis returned his gaze fiercely. "I do."

"Hmph." Lein sheathed his blade. "Whatever, it's your life." He moved off towards the palace, with Cremis following him close behind.

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"You really screwed up this time."

"I know."

"Once I tell Lady Midna about what happened, she'll be pissed at you."

"I know."

"I mean, really, how hard it is to bring a single person back to the palace?"

"Not very."

"And you totally wrecked that bar! Do you have any idea what that kid's going through right now? His parents are probably punishing him right now!"

"That's why I used my token to get out of there."

"You used your token? Why, just so you wouldn't have to deal with the owners of that bar?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"And don't you know how long it takes to imbue a teleportation spell in one of those things?"

"Nope."

"A year. That's how long it takes."

"And it looks like you still think I care, Tels."

"You should care, and my name's Telfia, not Tels."

"But Desch calls you Tels."

"But Desch is my brother, and you, Rels, are not."

"Don't you hate your brother?"

"I hate you more."

"Can I call you Telly then?"

"No."

The twosome arguing inside the royal palace was Telfia and Rels. Telfia was a young female Twili with a slender build. Her hair was snow white, as well as the Twili markings that crept all over her body. Rels, on the other hand, had jet black hair and Twili markings. His blue eyes pierced the skin of whoever he was looking at, and he had a look of annoying self-confidence the whole time he was arguing with Telfia.

"So," Rels said to Telfia, "Are you going to tell Midna about my little slip-up?"

Telfia sighed. "Believe it or not, I have more important things to do than to rat you out."

"Aww, so you do love me!"

Telfia punched Rels in the face. "Don't push it. I have to go now. I need to check up on my brother, make sure he's not dead."

"Okay. Do I get a hug before you go?" Rels held his arms out.

"I have time." Telfia leapt into Rels arms, which surprised him.

"W-wow," Rels stuttered, "This is so unlike you!" Suddenly, Rels felt a huge burst of pain in his gut and fell to the ground. Telfia had punched him. Hard. "Never mind. That was so like you."

Telfia shook her head and sighed. "You never learn do you? Don't let a girl jump into your arms like that while your guard is down. Especially if that girl is me."

"But usually when a girl does that, I have something to do for the night."

Telfia kicked him in the head. "Pervert. It's time for you to sleep for a while."

"But I'm not-ulp." Telfia hit Rels's pressure points and knocked him out.

"Sleep soundly, my little idiot."

--

Lein and Cremis were standing outside of the palace in the dead of twilight. They were looking for an opening to get through to get inside the palace grounds. So far, they found none.

"So Lein," Cremis asked while he was checking the wall. "Why do you need to get inside the palace anyway?" Lein ignored her and went on examining the wall. "I mean, isn't it considered a capital offense to break into the palace?" Lein went on ignoring her. "Isn't the punishment for that, like, ten months in the palace dungeons? And you do know I'm just going to keep asking you questions until you start talking, right?"

"Fine," Lein finally said, "I'll answer one of your questions, as long as you shut up."

"Okay then! Why do you want to break into the palace?"

"I need to know." Lein answered simply.

"You need to know what?"

"About my parent's killer. About the girl who gave me this." He pointed to his scar.

"So why the palace grounds?"

"You know why. Remember what that guy said? About how I can find information on her inside the Velisis Shrine, which is on the palace grounds?"

"No, not really."

"You're hopeless." Lein continued his search.

"That's mean," Cremis replied.

"I thought you said you'd shut up after I answered my question."

"Really? Well I say a lot of things." Lein ignored her. "You know that we passed an opening back there, right?"

"What?"

"Right there." Cremis went over to the wall and pulled out a few bricks. "It's pretty tight, but I think we can fit through."

"How'd I miss that?" Lein said to himself incredulously, "How'd you find that?"

Cremis shrugged. "At least there's a way in, right?" Lein just went passed her and through the opening. "You're welcome." She followed.

Once through the hole, Lein saw the vastness of the palace grounds. There were lush blooming plants scattered throughout the grounds, as well as the guards patrolling the area. A small bunch of rocks was a short walk away, and further in the distance was the palace, where Princess Midna lived. Luckily, none of the guards were patrolling the area the opening was and Lein got in unnoticed. Before Cremis could get through the opening, Lein started off in the direction of the small heap of rocks, in hope that it was the shrine.

"Really, Lein," Cremis mumbled as soon as she exited the opening, "It wouldn't kill you to say thanks." Lein was already running far away from her. "Wait!" Cremis called quietly after him. By the time she caught up with him, they were at the heap of rocks, which wasn't a heap of rocks, but a small shrine that took the appearance of a heap of rocks. "Could it kill you to wait?" she asked Lein angrily.

"For you, yes. Now come on, we have a shrine to enter." He entered the small structure. Cremis stuck her tongue out at him and quickly followed.

The first thing they noticed as they entered was that it was really dark. The second thing they noticed was a torch at the other side of the shrine. Third thing they noticed was a row of unlit torches surrounding the perimeter of the room. "Let's go, we're wasting time."

"You're wasting time!" Cremis called from halfway through the shrine, "I'm already close to the torch!"

"Wait!" Lein called after her, "Don't rush into things like that! There might be a trap!"

Cremis took the torch out of the torch-holder. "What trap?" Cremis asked him, "I don't see any-ahhhhh!" The torch fell to the ground with Cremis's scream.

Alarmed, Lein ran quickly to the area Cremis screamed, and saw her hanging on for dear life at the edge of a pit. "What happened?" Lein asked her, "How could you not notice that?"

"It wasn't here until I got the torch, besides, you don't think I'm stupid enough to fall into something as obvious as this, do you?"

"Actually, I do."

"Jerk, now help me up before I fall to my death!"

"Fine, whatever." Lein grabbed her hand and pulled her up. "Happy now?"

"Ha, ha," Cremis said sarcastically. "I could've died!"

"Well if you died I wouldn't have to deal with you anymore." Lein told her coldly.

"Then why did you save me?" Cremis inquired.

Lein shrugged, "Impulse, I guess." He picked up the torch. "Now let's see what we can find here." Lein lit the torches surrounding the perimeter and light filled the room, revealing a statue of a courageous looking Twili, and a scripture carved underneath. "What the hell!? These words are written in some weird language! How the hell am I supposed to read this?"

Cremis peered at the letters. "This…this is Hylian."

"Hylian?" Lein asked, "What's Hylian?"

"It one of the languages used in the Light Realm." Cremis explained, "It's used by the people of Hyrule."

"How do you know about this…never mind. Can you translate it?"

"I think…" Cremis studied the words.

"Well," Lein said impatiently, "What does it say!?"

"Wait a moment!" Cremis yelled at him, "It's hard for me to concentrate with you yelling at me! Now, what does this say…" She examined the letters. "It looks like some kind of prophecy."

"Could you tell me what it says?" Lein asked.

"Yeah. It says… 'In a battle once ancient, the great evil was brought down by the sacred warrior Velisis. Using the power of the Light and Twilight, he sealed the evil away, never to be reawakened. But it is foretold by the great sages of our land that it will arise again in the persona of what we'd least suspect. The evil will choose one to stop it, branding said Chosen with a scar. The Chosen will be forced to learn loneliness for many years, until he remembers the Forgotten. Together with the power of Innocence and Dreams, the Chosen and the Forgotten will bring down the End, though the sacrifice the Chosen will make will tear the soul apart.' There's more here, but it's too worn out to read."

"Then try harder!" Lein shouted.

Cremis stood up. "You know, Lein, I don't really appreciate your tone."

"I don't care what you appreciate! Just translate the damn scripture!" Lein said with madness in his eyes.

"Could you tell me why you want to know this stuff anyways?"

"Could you shut the hell up and translate the damn scripture!?"

"What is your problem?" Cremis shouted.

"My problem!? My problem is this whole damn world of ours! My problem is the bastard that killed my parents! My problem is the prissy bitch in front of me who annoys the freakin' hell outta me!" Lein drew his sword. "And if that bitch doesn't translate the goddamn scripture, I'll run this goddamn sword through her goddamn head!"

"You wouldn't" Cremis said timidly.

"Like hell I wouldn't!" Lein shouted, "Just because I didn't run you though earlier, doesn't mean I won't now!"

"Hey!" A third voice rang out, "Who's down there?" Lein and Cremis looked up at the entrance of the shrine and saw a buff-looking Twili standing with his sword drawn.

"Who's up there?" Lein said cautiously.

"First-class officer Felt, now I ask again, who am I addressing?"

"None of your business," Lein replied coldly.

"Excuse me!?" Felt shouted. "I'll have you know that that tongue of yours could land you in the dungeons! Now explain what you're doing in a forbidden area."

Lein walked up to Felt with Cremis following a safe distance behind. "And what will you do if I refuse to explain?" he said menacingly.

"I shall have to bring you to the higher-ups to decide on your punishment." Felt replied coldly.

Lein stared at the palace guard, then struck him on his side. "Gah!" Felt cried as he crumpled to the floor.

"You know, Felt was it?" Lein said to him. "I know your type. You're the kind of person who strives for recognition. All you want is to please your commanding officers, to climb up the ladder of superiority, not caring what you do or who you step on in order to do it. You think you're so good, while all you did was kiss up to your boss. And you know what?"

Schluck. Blood splattered on the walls.

"I hate people like you." He wiped the blood off his sword and sheathed it.

"L-Lein," Cremis stuttered. "You…you…"

"Hmph, he isn't dead." Lein told her. "But he will be soon, if no one finds him."

"How can you be so heartless!?" Cremis cried out. "This man was just carrying out his duty! You didn't need to do that to him!"

"Who cares what I do to others," Lein muttered. "Nobody else cares about what I do. To them, I'm just a faceless Twili in a sea of others."

"You're not a faceless Twili!" Cremis shouted. "You're a regular person, just like me or Felt! Can't you maybe just open up a little and get to know others better so you won't feel like a number?"

"Why would I want to open up to a world I hate?" Lein asked her. "The Lein you saw earlier, the one who saved you and the one at the bar, he was just a mask I was hiding behind. A false persona to satisfy the ones I have to deal with. I was only caught up in that falseness. For me there only exists one thing, death to the one who ruined my life. I don't need others, especially you. All I need is myself."

"Screw that." Cremis told him "You're just a frightened little boy."

"What'd you say!?" Lein shouted.

"I said you're a frightened little boy!" She yelled. "You're not the only one with problems! Everyone else has their own issues, their own thoughts and emotions! Sure, we might not like ourselves or others, but we open up to other people! We get to know them, share their experiences, their hopes, their dreams! And their pain. And little by little, you learn that the world isn't what you claim it to be! That you're not alone." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You learn that there are others who can understand you, who care about you, and who know what you feel! But what you're doing, shutting other people off, keeping your heart closed off, that's just you being selfish."

"And what the hell do you know?" Lein asked. "You probably grew up in a great home. You had your parents to comfort you. You know nothing of what I feel nothing of the emptiness of being alone. All your life, your parents who probably supported you, who kept your spirits up, who love you. But me, I was robbed of that life by that girl. She killed my parents, so I never experienced that love. She gave me this scar, which led to people avoiding me. All my life people have hated me, simply because they couldn't see past my outside. And gradually, without anyone to stop it, I began to resent other people. I would've killed myself, but there was only one thing driving me forward. The desire to kill the one who ruined my life."

"And what will you do if you accomplish that?" Cremis asked.

"After that," Lein said slowly, "Is death." He turned his back on her. "I've wasted too much time with you."

"What about Felt?"

"I don't care."

"What…about me?"

"I don't care. Just go back to your parents." He walked out of the temple.

"My parents," Cremis said softly as Lein's shadow departed. "Are dead."


Did I write that stuff a few paragraphs ago? -scrolls up to check- Wow! I actually wrote something deep for once in my life! Hooray for deepness! cheer So now what will happen to these two, and is Felt gonna be okay? Honestly, I don't think I'll write something else about Felt, since he's not really important. But about what happens next to Lein and Cremis, you'll have to wait. My laziness will probably delay the next chapter for a long time. So until that fateful day, au revoir! (Did I spell that right? -has no aptitude for French-)