Link awoke, gasping. His nightmare about Midna was a recurring one. Almost every night it haunted his dreams. This, coupled with the fact that he felt Midna growing restless gnawed on his nerves. Several seasons had past since he had come home to the quaint little village. Flowers had melded to the scorching sun; sun kissed leaves falling on his shoulders. Getting off the makeshift bed, he walked to the table, efficiently pulling out a chair with his foot. He sat down, taking his head in his hands, sighing. If Midna decides to leave, I don't know what I'll do. I love her. Stairs creaked, and he jolted up, instantly alert. A blue skinned woman appeared, and sat down at the table with him.
"Hey Midna. Did you sleep well?" She nodded. Link was filled with the urge to grab her hand, to kiss her, to feel her soft skin upon his. His fantasies were broken by her angelic voice.
"Link? There is something we need to talk about."
Colin sat on a rock, carefully wielding a small knife in his hand. In his other lay a piece of wood that was quickly being transformed into a beautifully detailed hawk. He glanced up, and saw Ilia guiding Epona back from the spring. His eyes watched her carefully handling Epona. She glanced up, and he quickly averted his eyes, a quick spike of shock filled his body. He did not see her smile at him, and he was unaware as she began to walk up to him. Her voice was sweet, "Hey Colin! What're you doing?" He jumped, and tumbled off the rock. Ilia laughed and helped him up. The little hawk caught her eyes. "Did you do this?" Colin nodded, his face red, eyes riveted to the ground. "It's wonderful Colin. I love it." Colin glanced up quickly, taking in Ilia turning the hawk over in her hands.
"I..er.. do you want it?" His voice was mumbled, and he prayed it was understandable.
"Really?" Her voice was coloured by surprise.
"Yeah. Sure. It's nothing much."
"Oh thank you Colin! That's very sweet of you." Reaching over Ilia hugged the boy, who blushed even deeper in embarrassment, uncertainly returning the hug. He pulled away, unused to the show of friendship.
"I.. I.. I guess I'll see you later Ilia." His words faded to the trees, as he turned away and ran back to his house.
He heard her words, and they sent anxiety rocketing into his stomach. It knotted, and turned with nervousness. She was going to tell him goodbye. He just knew it. His eyes locked onto hers, trying to read the emotions in her eyes, but they were concealed.
"I would like to go to the Twilight Realm, Link. It is my home, and no matter how much I have grown to love this land, I would like to return."
Link sat, speechless. Blood rushed in his body, pounding his eardrums. Perhaps he had misheard her?
"You… you…" He stopped, and swallowed, gaining some fragile hope. "You want to leave?" His waited, breath abated, praying for her to tell him 'of course not, I want to stay here with you, what brought that thought into your head you silly elf'.
"Yes."
Link stuttered, but nothing he voiced was coherent.
"I would like it if you came too." His head jerked upwards.
"You want me… to come?"
"Of course, I'll always want you with me. When will you get that stuck in your head?"
Link grinned. "When do we leave?"
She reciprocated his grin, her sharpened tooth showing, "Now?"
The warm wind of the Twilight caressed their cheeks, as they walked down the silver stairs. The air carried the scent of ozone. Freshly wet ashes, mingled with a faint smell of gasoline. The skies flashed with tones of purple and gold as the couple walked over the ground to the castle. As they approached the door, intricate green designs appeared, forming a door knocker. Midna took it, and notified the residents of their presence. They waited, and slowly the doors were opened. Midna moved in front of Link, her companion was now barely visible. A tall grey skinned Twili greeted them. Blue hair was swept across his face. As he recognized Midna, his smoky eyes grew wide in shock.
"Hello Tazi." Her voice was friendly, alluring almost, although that could have been Link's ears playing tricks on him. Link felt a tinge of jealousy. She never spoke to him in that way. But would I even want her to?
"Mistress Midna. You have returned! The spirits have blessed us. Please, enter! I must go inform your sister. Pardon me." His voice was one of ice; however kind the greeting. Tazi quickly vanished, warping away. Midna walked down the hallway, glancing around. "My sister has quickly healed this place to its former glory. I am impressed." She travelled to a small table, laden with intricate wine glasses. Her fingers traced the edges of the glasses. "It is very nice. Ah, here comes my sister." Link stepped beside her, and glanced around.
"I don't see anyone."
"I can feel the faint disturbances in the atmosphere."
A new voice came, echoed and eerie. "Welcome home, little sister."
Midna and Link spun around, but found no one. Link tensed, the voice made him think of a little songbird; right before it dive-bombed your head. "Relax Link. My sister likes dramatic entrances. Come out Kimalea." The Twilight Queen appeared. She adorned a long black cloak, brought together at her bosom, clasped with a golden pendant. At her shoulders it spiked up and over her back in a point. The sleeves covered her hands. She wore a black skirt, covered in intricate ruins, a slit running up to the top of her thigh. In her raised hand she held a glowing orb of raw energy. Her eyes were a striking red, contrasting against her grey skin. An amber choker encircled her neck, and a single earring adorned her ear. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, past her waist.
"And who is this?"
"This is my companion, Link. He is from Hyrule." Midna's voice was slightly lower than Kimalea's. Its rich tone filled the corridor. Kimalea walked, paced around to Midna's back.
"Mother would not have approved." Kimalea's voice was testing.
"Mother is no longer with us." Midna held strong against the claim.
"But how would you, ah we shall speak later, little sister. You have missed much. You may go now, I am sure that you will find your quarters undisturbed." Kimalea vanished. Link had not spoken a word, only stared in awe, and fear at Midna's sister.
"Come, Link. We're warping." Link took her hand in his, her soft skin upon his rough hands. Soon he felt the familiar whoosh through his body as they swirled through space.
He opened his eyes, to find himself in Midna's room. In the corner a chaise longue stood, under a mirror, covered in ruins. Around a corner, Midna's bed lay. It was circular in shape, green designs gracing its surface. Doors revealed a walk in closet, full of ornate and exotic clothes. At the back of a closet, stairs appeared, and revealing an upper floor. Flasks upon flasks lined the walls, mysterious substances swirling inside them. A vast array of scientific equipment lay on Midna's desks, and pages were scribbled with hastily written down formulas and notes. Link turned to Midna, a look of confusion and wonder upon his face.
"This is my laboratory, Link. My job in the Twilight Realm was to study, test and observe these chemicals. I was... or am a chemist." Link walked up and down the room, reading the elements.
"Eitr, Incendicite, Primium, Byzanthium, Illithium… there are so many!"
"Are you curious?"
Link nodded eagerly, "Yes."
"Well, let us begin from where I left off, shall we? I was testing to see the reaction between Illithium and Berisium if I remember correctly. It is rumoured that when mixing these two together a golden fog is created." Midna waved her hand up and down her body, chanting under her breath. A translucent thin silvery layer surrounded her now.
"It is liquid Elerium; the strongest substance we know of. It is a most excellent shield." Midna quickly and efficiently shielded Link in Elerium. Quickly picking up a vial of Illithium, a red smoky element, she poured it into a large flask upon the table. Next, she poured the grey clear liquid of Berisium. The contents of the flask bubbled, and seethed. A faint trail of smoke began to arise from the chemicals. The smoke twisted its way upwards, and dispersed.
"Well, that theory is wrong." Quickly jotting down some notes on a sheet of crinkled, discoloured paper, she murmured under her breath again, and their shields disappeared. Midna picked up the flask, and emptied the contents into a disposal bin.
"I should go see Kimalea. I will return later, okay Link?"
"She doesn't seem to like me too much." His voice was dull.
"She'll warm up to you, don't worry." Midna's robes swished as she descended the stairs, and exited her rooms. Walking down the familiar halls, she sighed. Link was right, Kimalea didn't like him. But she doesn't know the whole story… I wonder if it will change her opinion on him… The door to her sister's quarters was large and detailed. Ruins glowed along the surface, and there was a detailed Twilian symbol etched into the door. As she reached to knock on the door, it slid into the ground.
"Hello, Midna. I knew you would come."
"Yes. We have matters to discuss."
"Especially that Hylian you have brought." Kimalea's face formed a disgusted sneer. Midna glared at her sister.
"He is the sacred beast of our legends." At this, Kimalea laughed mirthlessly.
"Midna, what has gotten into your head? He is nothing but an elf."
"You are wrong my sister, I have seen it myself. He was transformed into a blue eyed wolf when he first entered the Twilight."
"Hah. I'll believe it when I see it."
"Then you will see it, Kimalea." Kimalea turned to face a window, looking out upon the eternal eventide.
"You abandoned your people in their greatest time of need, Midna."
"I did not abandon them," Midna's voice grew grave. "Zant, bound me to an impish figure, not 3 feet high. He took from me my magic, leaving me with only a piece of the fused shadows. He laughed and left me to despair."
"I see. Yet, you left the realm?"
"Yes, I journeyed to Hyrule."
"Why?"
"I went to plead Zelda for help."
"Hah. Why did you bother?" Kimalea's voice mocked her sister.
"Kimalea, stop." Midna was bothered. "I am younger, but hardly. But that does not mean you should talk down to me all the time. If you really want to know, you would still be trapped by Zant if not for me, if not for Link, and Zelda. You would be rotting away in a prison," Malice coloured Midna's voice.
"Care to explain the whole story then, Midna?" Midna nodded, and began to elaborate on her adventures with Link. It was late when Midna arrived back in her rooms. Link was stretched out on the chaise longue, mouth open. Midna sighed, he was still skittish around her, they would share the occasional kiss, or touch but it was mingled with uncertainty. I wish he was more comfortable… I wonder what it would take… to reach that level of comfort… And he refused to join her in the bed. It's not like I want to try anything. Midna contemplated. He just looks so uncomfortable on makeshift beds. Perhaps I should bring him over here…
Midna was falling, falling though nothingness, and then she was in a field of grass. She began to walk forward, but tripped. Crawling into a standing position, she turned. The body of a silver eyed, blue haired Twili lay. He groaned, and lifted his head, his blurry eyes quickly refocusing, irises dilating.
"Midna? You came!"
"What do you want?" she spat in his face. He was standing now, he grabbed her, pulling her into a tight embrace.
"Oh Midna…"
"Get away from me!" She smacked him, and he stumbled back. Midna was falling again. She landed on a cloud of feathers. Looking around she saw Link. He was standing at the edge of the cloud, looking down. She crept up behind him, and put her hands on his shoulders. He turned around to face her.
"Midna…." He kissed her, sending tingles down her spine. She deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth. He gasped, and she toyed with his hat. It slipped off the side of his head, and she ruffled his hair. Moving her hands to his chest, she unbuttoned the top of his tunic. He grasped her waist, pulling her closer, playing with the hem of her shirt. Breaking the kiss, she looked into his blue eyes. And then she was falling into blue, but it was changing colour and texture, rotating, like a kaleidoscope.
Rap. Rap. Rap. Midna rolled over, groaning. Rap. Rap. Rap. The noise came again, and she got out of bed to answer the door. She opened the door, to find Tazi. He opened his mouth to speak. She slammed the door in his face, ignoring his calls. Walking back to her bed, she sat upright, contemplating. She remembered having dreamt, but not the dream itself. Link had rolled over, and was almost falling off the chaise. He's so helpless sometimes. It's hard to believe he traversed all those temples… Not without my help, of course. Where would he have been without me? Sighing, Midna got up, again, and walked over to him, rolling him gently over to the middle of the chaise. His eyes flew open, and he gasped.
"It's just me, you scaredy-cat."
"No, I had a bad dream," he mumbled, looking downwards. Sitting next to him, she leaned over, wrapping her arm around him.
"Care to share? It might make you feel better…"
"No. I'm fine." He shrugged her shoulder off and quickly left the chaise, leaving Midna by herself. She sighed, and got up to make her bed. Finally the last wrinkle was smoothed out on her bed, and she slipped out the door. Descending the stairs, she rounded the corner, only to jump back in surprise.
"Midna," A tone, that was all too familiar, called her name. The frigid voice brought chills to her, memories of her dream returning. She shivered in disgust.
"You have returned, at yet you are still unfeeling."
"And how would you know about my feelings?"
"Ah, Midna. I was speaking about myself; my cheek still stings." Her eyes flashed, and she locked him in her glare. He watched, in satisfaction, as her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Yes, Midna. I walked in your dreams. I can walk in anyone's dreams. It's… show shall I put it… a talent of mine?" His sneer revealed sharpened teeth.
"You bastard." His eyes flashed black, returning to silver split seconds later.
"Ah, but am I the bastard, or you? You love the Hylian. The outsider, the miscreant. The traitor." His words were laced with poison, jealousy. Midna snarled.
"You deserve to go to Abaddon. Link is far better than you. I never loved you, you were always too controlling, too bent on coitus. He has a pure heart, not corrupted, like yours. He has far more right to my heart than you ever did. Leave me alone, Tazi. Your feeble attempt to redeem yourself at the door, have failed. Walk my dreams again, and you will regret it." Midna raised her hand, fingers encasings a glowing ball of azure electricity. It crackled and sparked, dangerous and ethereal. In his eyes, the light of the sphere was reflected, and his expression turned to one of nervousness. He backed away, and scampered down the hall. Huh. That takes care of him.
"Did you really mean that… about me?" Link was standing at the top of the stairs, his hair unruly.
"Why yes, I did. Do you know anyone else by the name of Link around these parts?" A smile brightened his features.
"I have work to be done… and I must go visit Kimalea later." Midna gracefully climbed the stairs, and began to go about her day.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I was in a bit of a rut on where to take this! I hope you enjoy!