Author's Note: Sorry for the long Hiatus guys. College tends to make me a fairly busy girl - but by no means does it make me stop entirely ;) . Been kind of chipping away at this sucker for the past few weeks, and since I was free tonight I finally decided to finish it up. The chapter actually felt kind of short, but by the time I was done I had already typed up 12 pages of text. Maybe I'm just too harsh on my shortcomings. XD
As far as chapter content goes, I'm not sure if I hit the exact mark that I wanted to convey in this chapter - I got it at some points, and then at others it didn't seem to fit in... There was a definite theme going on here, and I'm hoping some of you catch on with it.
Also, I hope none of you will be upset with my view on... Link's view about being a hero - I didn't really want him coming off as, "Hey... this sucks. I hate this" Because... well, in my head there's a part of him that absolutely loves it, but it probably won't come out until later chapters. I also hope that Midna didn't come out Mary Sue-ish here at the end... Reviews help me know if I'm going in too predictable of a direction with this, and so far I haven't been too off the beaten track as far as characterization goes. I hope I didn't miss my mark here.
Anyway, I'd really love it of you Read and Review! Not that I don't mind the loads of faves I'm getting, but I really do appreciate feed back - Even if it's just a short note, it helps keep me going on some of these things. I mean, I'll write because I want to - but it doesn't feel like I'm making an impact without some words from the readers...
Well, enough of my rambling. Enjoy the new chapter!
-Mudora
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Chapter 7: Unrequited
As Link mentioned it to himself earlier that day, he indeed knew that it was going to end up rather depressing.
Pulling out the Master Sword was the easy part. Explaining why and how he could that was the hard part – spilling (in this case) the proverbial beans was not one of Link's fortes. Not to mention he was a horrible story teller. Trying to explain this to an intellectual, a cold hard fighter, and an old man with a thing for details was as easy as trying to sumo wrestle with a Goron (without the iron boots he might add). Nothing, in Link's head, could describe the quest that was his. It almost felt like he was flat out lying if he attempted it. The total concept that magic was deep, that Twilight beings existed, that he had faced an ancient evil and won would seem to them like an utter farce. Nobody knew what Twilight was, except Zelda and the cursed Ganondorf. No one knew Hyrule was a Twilight nightmare for a good few months.
And furthermore, no one knew that he, Link of Ordon, master of all things Goat Herder and blade alike literally carried the balance of Hyrule on his shoulders.
Yet, here he was, trying to explain to said intellectual, cold hard fighter, and an old man with a thing for details how exactly he saved the world excluding the little imp that used to be at his side.
And they wouldn't stop starring at him.
"They must think I'm crazy right about now," Link thought, sighing heavily out of his nose. The story he had just told didn't seem to get much of a reaction out of them other than total awe or paralyzing shock. The Ordonian wondered if they were too afraid to say much of anything, or about ready to call him a big malicious liar.
But the fact remained for all of them; Link wore the Master Sword proud and true, reluctant or not. Link wore the clothes of green worn by the ancient Hero and were supposedly given to him by the Light Spirits. He had been practically everywhere in Hyrule, seen all of it's mysteries and braved her dangers. Link had the look of a hardened fighter – a look that made Ashei's folded steel glare look like melting wax . He made Shad's puzzles seem like general politics, figuring out things that would have taken Shad years to discover. But most of all, he fooled Auru into thinking he was just another young man, brave and unyielding to serve his country. Fooled the old man into thinking that he was just a county bumpkin who knew nothing of the world, when he in fact knew everything there was to know. Link had defeated evils beyond his years and due to this, his friends could not deny that he really was, in a way, the one soul who saved Hyrule from it's inner rot.
Their gazes reflected this, and Link wished he hadn't told them. He didn't want to talk about it. He only felt indifferent towards it – he pulled at his hair in frustration, trying to act like an adult but knew he was merely a boy in a dead warrior's wardrobe. The effects of war and violence were at bay when she was there, but his Twilight Princess was gone. And with her absence, came the livid ordeals he had faced and the blood he had lost in spite of them. He didn't want the hero to become him, even though he was the hero; it was like there was two different halves to him, and his friends could only look at the one that did all the things he said. He was the one that was famous. Link the Hero of Hyrule did all those things. Not the Link of Ordon.
In all honesty, he felt like sobbing. But a quick rub of his face made sure the event didn't happen. It probably would have just made things worse.
"Goddesses I feel like a kid again," Link thought bitterly, blowing his bangs out from his eyes, only to let them fall in the exact same place.
To make matters even worse, during the entire recap of his story he was bombarded by memories of Midna and their time spent together. Mostly in the Sacred Grove – probably the memory he would want to spend the least amount of time on considering his company. His brain wouldn't stop spouting off that, 'YES you had sex here! You made love with her! Intercourse! Whatever you want to call it! The fact remains that something like that doesn't leave your memory so quickly now does it?'.
And every time he thought of that, it hurt; probably more than he would have liked to admit, but the feelings were there beyond all the hurt. The love, and the still ever increasing anxiety that maybe, someday, she would come back – all be damned if the mirror was broken. She would do it, because Heroes were meant to have happy endings. With Midna… he felt like he could be himself. He could be the Hero and the Goat Herder of Ordon… even the beast that hinged at the edge of his awareness. He could be all those things around her.
He used to be able to be the same around his Light World friends. Link the Goat Herder used to be important to them – and that was what frustrated him the most. He knew that if he told that story, Link the Goat Herder would be no more.
And as he had contemplated in his house not too long ago, Link of Ordon didn't seem to be around much at all anymore.
All the Ordonain could do was just groan morosely and hope for the best to come out of this.
"So… you're really telling us… that you did all those things, Yeah?" Ashei commented, giving him the all too familiar look of, 'I'm not sure I believe you quite yet', "You aren't lying to us, yeah?"
Link, in all of his lack of communication skills proceeded to give Ashei the most sullen, unimpressed, yet dull expression he could muster. The mountaineer just nodded slowly, accepting the fact that the Ordonian wasn't a liar of any sort, and if he had lied they all would have known. In any case, Link's faces more or less answered their simple questions.
"I'm surprised you didn't tell us sooner," Auru rumbled, his fingers mildly playing with his white, cropped beard, "I mean… that's quite the important news, Link. You are proof that the legends aren't just stories, you know."
Shad looked rather sympathetic, "We could have helped you, dear boy… it's quite the burden you have isn't it?"
The retired goat herder certainly agreed with Shad, averting his gaze from his friends for a moment, "It's the burden I have, and it's the burden I must live with. I… don't think I was necessarily ready, but… things worked out in the end and that's all that matters. And… you did help me. Probably in not big or magnificent ways – but you still helped, and for that I'm extremely grateful."
A moment of silence washed over the group, but Ashei (who wasn't exactly keen toward awkward situations) decided to break it, "So… was it… hard for you?"
Sighing, Link looked up at her, "It was hard, but certainly not impossible. I had interesting… guidance."
He began to quietly remember all the lucky breaks he and Midna had on their adventure – the sword fighting lessons, being able to change into a wolf, and Midna's magical knowledge of things he could only dream of. He had to acknowledge that even though being the hero was hard, it definitely had it's own perks. For instance, the Goddesses were on his side – and even though it seemed like they were never there, he was constantly reminded otherwise with the company he kept. It almost felt like the great deities of the world were guiding him themselves, each in their own kind of way.
"Well," Auru suddenly said, breaking Link out of his inner thoughts, "I'm just glad, as we all are, that you aren't dead. I'm sure Farore calls up many heroes; very few seem to make it out alive."
Link gulped uneasily, "I.. uh… I'm not doubting it."
The old wanderer merely chuckled, "Oh, I didn't mean to scare you or anything, young man. I only mean to say that this generation is lucky to have a victorious hero to help watch over Hyrule as the kingdom rebuilds itself. Anything could go wrong in this crucial period, and I for one am glad that you decided to come to us for help on your current mission."
Feeling grateful for the subject change, Link smiled at his old friends, "I'm not sure what to expect up there, but if it's enough to gain Zelda's attention then I suppose it's definitely something to worry about."
Shad adjusted his glasses, "Well then, I suppose we shouldn't waste anymore time. We probably should pack all this up, seeing as Link is so gracious enough to bring our object of interest along for the ride!"
"That sword better be amazing as all the stupid books say it is," Ashei bitterly noted, her accent becoming rather thick again, "Otherwise I'm just going to break the thing, yeah?"
"Ashei, you know very well that the sword cannot be broken-"
"Shut up, Shad, yeah?"
Link calmly smiled at his comrade's antics, enjoying the minor banter before the real quest began. He had been right that morning when he thought that this reunion would be depressing…
But he didn't remain that way for long.
It was nice to be in good company.
The edge of the Realm of Twilight was a dangerous place for a Twili to be, and rightly so; for at the edges stood the remains of Ganondorf's twisted dreams and fantasies of gaining the full power of the Gods. For most of her life, the Queen did not really consider the edges of her realm until the World of Light shined down upon her ignorance with it's bloody history and taint. No world, it seemed, had any less horrible secrets. She remembered terms like, "The Sacred Realm" – a heaven among the Hylians and other races. Midna knew the term quite well, but did not put it in good standing like Link or Zelda did. She looked down upon it, blaming her ancestors to a life spent in half-light and half truths. The Sacred Realm was something left unmentioned in any conversation with Twili. But, being Midna, she moved past those things quickly – she couldn't change her history, and she couldn't change the deplorable acts her ancestors committed. Trying to place dominion over hallowed ground through power and sheer will alone was the strategy of a fool…
And Ganondorf was further proof of it.
As Midna and her two entourages began to walk closer and closer to the edge of the Twilight, she knew why the, "Sacred Realm" hadn't been called sacred for nearly one hundred plus years:
The ebb and flow of the glowing twilight clouds grew more like fog here, dark and harsher than what she was used to. No light could be seen through the looming mass of vaporous shadow that sat over the horizon. Creatures of any realm did not come here, the flapping of giant twilight wings completely absent along with the presence of any known plant. For a minute, Midna had to question whether or not she should have just stayed behind at her Palace, but that was out of the question. Everything began to take on a more sinister guise – the rocks turned sharper, cliffs became higher, and there were whisperings in the back of Midna's mind from souls who passed on, warning her of the dangers that lurked beyond the half-lit veil.
From here on, this was the dark world – the soiled and rotten dreams which turned the great golden land into a void of endless torment and hell. A place where no man dared to enter or return from alive. Also a place in which not a lot of people still thought it existed. History easily slipped through the Light World's fingers, seeing as Link had no inkling that such a horrible place existed beyond the Twilight. The realm was everything it's sacred counterpart wasn't; everything that man feared, suffered from, or was tainted by would end up here in Ganondorf's twisted version of his own heart. For nearly a century the Twili defended it's own and the World of Light from it's influence, but now that Midna destroyed the mirror, the Twili were alone with the darkness that sat next to it's evening skies.
For a while after she shattered the mirror, Midna wondered how a man's heart could be so bitter and evil from the inside out – but then she decided there were secrets she'd never know.
Next to the Queen, Warren pretty much had the same expression on his face – a look of hardness towards the great black expanse. He knew probably as much as she did, and through both their wisdom, they knew to avoid this place. Yet, Sheik pressed on as if he were going to pass through a field of daises complete with butterflies and perhaps a nice picnic set up under a tree. Of course, that's what Midna wanted to think since her later companion was so void of emotion, she invented a game for herself – try to guess what Sheik is thinking. Usually it would end up being things that he definitely wouldn't be in his mind but it gave the Twili Queen no end of silly thoughts and giggles that had the Sheikah glance her way with a raised eyebrow sometimes.
The Sheikah also brought other things to mind; how did Warren know Sheik at all? As far as Midna knew, the Light World was a long way away from her own realm – yet, this Light Worlder seemed to pass through like it was a mundane chore. Her suspicions of Sheik were beginning to grow, and it didn't make her feel any more protected.
"I sure hope Shiek knows what he's doing…," Warren muttered under his breath, attempting to not look scared at the ever rising volume of darkness.
Midna shared Warren's thoughts exactly, "I do too Warren… which reminds me; how the hell do you know him?"
Her youngest councilor breathed out a heavy sigh, as if expecting this question to come up sooner or later. He resigned himself to her much too often, but Midna decided that she liked that quality in Warren – he was faithful to the end.
"I met him a while back, highness" Warren admitted, both still walking a fair distance away from the topic of conversation, "Before I became one of your councilors. Also, mysteriously after your wishes of breaking the mirror. I was fairly suspicious of him at first, but… after a while he seemed trustworthy. Our first few encounters were more like… information exchanges rather than conversation. "
Midna narrowed her eyes a little, "You're saying you didn't see him very often then? Like he avoided you?"
Warren thought for a moment, "Hmm… I wouldn't say, 'avoided'… more like observed. At least that's my guess. Even though I consider him my friend now, he's still more of a mystery than I'd like to admit, your highness."
"…Then how did you become friends exactly?"
Warren chuckled a bit, "To be honest with you, your majesty, I have no idea. His intentions seemed good and he brought no harm to anyone. As far as I could tell, he's as good as they come – I decided to take a bit of a gamble and see how things turned out. I suppose… considering the situation, it probably wasn't a bad idea to keep him around."
The Queen took on a pleased expression, "Oh Warren, do you ever not think like a politician?"
"I would like to think not."
"Now I remember why I wanted you in the first place."
The two exchanged a smile and Warren modestly bowed his head at the compliment. Midna was glad that she had bothered Sheik enough to bring along one of her most trusted friends and advisors. The strange red eyed man was completely against any other company from the beginning, but the minute the Queen mentioned Warren's name, Sheik seemed to change his mind enough to cave into Midna's demands.
"Still," Midna thought out loud, "Do you… trust him enough? I mean… do you think he is someone who could help me?"
Warren looked deep in thought for a moment, but replied to her smiling, "I trust him, my Queen. Beyond a doubt. I might not know him as much as he probably knows about me, but… I don't have any reason not to trust him."
Sighing, Midna decided to reign in any lingering questions that she had. It was obvious that Warren told everything that he could tell her about their companion that was leading them into the darkness. Needless to say, she would not rest easy until she knew of Sheik's true intentions; she would find out his secrets one way or another.
Ahead of them, Sheik suddenly stopped his stroll forward, making Midna and Warren awkwardly stop their own advance behind him – almost bumping into the stoic Sheikah. Practically two feet in front of the red eyed man was a portal to the darkness; Sheik stared at it with the same lack of emotion as ever, yet seeming to brace himself for the inevitable entry that everyone knew was coming. He stood like a pillar of light against the giant wall, and Midna wished she could be the same in Sheik's resolve. Warren looked more uneasy than the Queen thought possible on the councilor's face, and it was at this point where she really questioned Sheik's sanity.
For a while, all the Sheikah did was stand there, staring at the portal like a piece of artwork hanging on a wall. The Queen looked wryly at Sheik and then cast the same glance toward Warren, wondering whether her Twilight companion knew something about the red eyed man's odd behavior. Warren gave her a downturned mouth and an awkward shrug, meaning he probably had just as much imagination as Midna did. (None at the moment.)
Out of her ignorance, she addressed Sheik curtly, " Sheik, why in all of Twilight are we standing in front of a stupid portal when we could – I don't know – be walking through it and making progress?"
Sheik didn't answer her immediately, almost as if he were in a trance, but it more or less broke when he spoke, "This is indeed a portal to the dark realm, your highness… however, we are not going through this portal."
The Twili Queen wrinkled her small nose, "Alright… then what are we standing around for? Let's find a portal that we can go through-"
"We are waiting for the right one."
"Oh…"
"Apparently," Midna thought, pursing her lips at the Sheikah's back, "ignorance is rewarded with a firm slap to the face. I'll be damned if he keeps treating me that way."
Warren looked none too flustered himself, "Sheik, please make some sense. What do you mean we're waiting for the right one?"
Again, the red eyed man didn't answer immediately - his senses on a completely different plane than the one all three were currently in, "My intention is to not head into the Dark World. My path is quite different. I would not risk your Queen's safety in a horrid place such as that. Instead, I am searching for the remaining light that still lies within the darkness. "
"The light… within the darkness?" Warren echoed, his voice sounding more confused than confident.
"Yes," Sheik continued, "When Ganondorf first seized the Triforce and turned the Sacred Realm into the Dark World, not all light was blotted out by the Evil King's taint. I am waiting for an inside connection."
Midna, curious, gave a bit of a mischievous smile, "Ah… so that's how you do it, is it? Someone helps you come to and fro?"
"You sound as if that's a bad thing," the red eyed man turned, staring at Midna with his damnable iris, "I'm surprised… given your circumstances and experiences… highness."
The Queen snorted, making herself stand up straighter and folding her arms in an attempt to look more poised, "You say it as if you've watched me, Sheik. I have to wonder if you have been."
"I wouldn't be too surprised if I were you, " Sheik replied, turning back to the portal, "It is my duty to watch… and act when the time is right. Perhaps I did watch you and your consort… perhaps I did not – that is for you to decide. However, I suggest you let me concentrate."
In retaliation to Sheik's words, Midna merely stuck her tongue out at his back.
She stomped back toward Warren, who more or less was amused with the situation – however it was probably in his best interest to not say anything to the annoyed Queen of the Twili.
"Oh what the bloody hell does he know about anything?" Midna hissed, her teeth shining in an angry snarl as she increased the distance between Sheik and herself. Warren hoped this would not be her mood throughout the journey to find a safe place for her, but he decided not to give his hopes up. The advisor had to admit, Midna liked being the boss – and to have Sheik seemingly come out of nowhere telling her what to do was making the Twili Queen's attitude toward the Sheikah heated and full of popping blood vessels… or it would probably end up that way unless one of them backed down.
However, Warren didn't think that was likely.
After Midna paced back and forth a few times, she seemed to cool down from the minor annoyance Sheik was deciding on becoming and she decided to stand next to Warren. Both stared at the red eyed man for a moment as he concentrated, but she found it to be incredibly boring.
"He doesn't do that to you does he?" Midna asked.
"Not as often as he apparently does to you – and I've known him longer, your highness," Warren regarded calmly, his expression varying from amused or blank, "You two might have the same… uh… attitudes?"
The Queen scoffed, "Warren, we do not have the same attitudes. He's… all serious and dark. I'd like to think of myself as playful and mischievous."
"That you are, my queen," the advisor replied, a smile cracking through his resolve to stay emotionally out of Midna's turmoil, "But your personalities don't necessarily have to be alike to be… shall we say… stubborn?"
"Stubborn would be a good word for it." Midna kindly admitted, though she felt her pride twinge a little at the confession, "Of course… being stubborn isn't always a bad quality now is it?"
"Never said that it was," Warren replied, raising his black hands in defense, "Just saying that you two seem more alike than different to me is all."
The Queen growled, "Oh I've dealt with worse… in fact I know a certain someone who is probably more stubborn than anyone in any worlds combined. Yes, I suppose it is a good trait isn't it…"
Midna's comment seemed more to herself than to the general audience which listened. The advisor sat mildly confused as to the, "someone" that she mentioned, "Excuse me, your highness… but who did you mean?"
"Hm?"
"Who is the Someone that is apparently more stubborn than anyone anywhere?"
"Oh…," at this, Midna's demeanor shrank like a Twilight Hawk chick that was too scared to fly with the rest of it's kin. She felt her eyes glaze over – images and thoughts entering her head of the one and only Hero stuck on the other side of the Mirrior.
"Highness?" Warren questioned her, his voice concerned at full of worry, "Did I… should I not ask…?"
The Twilight Queen sighed, "Actually… maybe it would help if we talked about him a little bit. I… He's…"
Warren sounded wary when he spoke, "Is it… the one who… well… you know…"
"Yes."
"Ah."
"Listen Warren," Midna said suddenly, turning her body swiftly and placing her light hands on Warren's broad shoulders, "Warren, I… He's… I…"
"…You miss him, your highness?" Warren offered.
The queen's head drooped down, her hands still firmly placed on her advisor's shoulders, "Yes… yes I do… I thought that over time it would pass, but it seems things didn't really go my way… nothing ever does, does it?"
"Now I wouldn't say that your highness."
"What? That I miss him, or things don't go my way?"
"The later."
"Hmm."
Warren blinked slowly, "Who exactly was he?"
"You want the honest version?" Midna questioned, raising a glowing eyebrow slightly in some sort of ironic bemusement.
The advisor cracked another smile, "I tend to like that version the best, your highness. Of course, I can't make you lie or tell the truth."
"True," Midna reasoned, her hands returning to her lap, "But… I like you, and you out of anyone deserve the truth… you've been so good in the short time you've been in my service, Warren…"
The queen could practically see the pleased expression the other Twili had emanating from his frame, "Your majesty, you give me too much credit for what little I do for the Twilight Realm."
"No, Warren – you do so much more by truly standing by me in this… awkward time of awkward loyalties. Of course… perhaps you won't be calling me, 'your majesty' much anymore…"
His smile faltering at the implications of her statement, Warren didn't decide to respond to that – Midna's words held truth in them. This pregnancy could and maybe would ruin her reign as a loyal queen. Midna's own fragile smile weakened, and decided to turn the conversation toward it's original topic.
"His… his name is Link."
"What?"
"That's his name… Link; the one who… you know. He's the father."
Warren looked like he wanted to hear more, "Link…?"
"He has no last name, Warren," Midna asserted, feeling rather defensive, "He… he is a simple goat herder… and yet so much more."
"A… a goat herder?" The Twili smirked a little, almost as if it was a joke, "No mean to be rude, my Queen… but… I didn't take you for the type to… fall in love with someone who's occupation was simply herding goats."
Midna sighed, "I didn't either Warren… but a lot of things can happen in a year within the World of Light. Link… Link proved me wrong – proved me wrong on so many occasions, Warren. You have no idea how special he is."
"Special? I… Well… how long did you spend with him in that year?"
"All of it."
Warren leaned forward, his gaze falling toward the obsidian ground, "Something tells me he wasn't just a goat herder then."
At this, Midna smiled – her memories went straight to Link turning into a wolf and then slowly transitioning into a hero spattered with monster blood, ragged and snarling at anything else that dare get in his way. He was so timid at first… and then he turned into a man in front of her eyes.
"No… no that doesn't even begin to describe him. That's… that is just what he used to be – I don't think he is a goat herder anymore. He is what they call a true blooded hero… a hero of legend I think."
"You're confusing me a little, highness."
Midna sighed heavily, "He is the one who helped me return to the Twilight Realm with full honors, Warren. Don't you get it? He…. He did everything I asked for no matter what the cost was. He never… he never ever once thought of his own boundaries… he… he is a good man – a good man in a world full of nothing but cowardice and selfishness… I…"
The Queen gulped, "And I think I've tried to be like that but… compared to him I don't even come close."
Her advisor turned to her, complete sincerity in his voice, "It seems like you have some unresolved issues… something unrequited I think?"
The silence Warren received was hopefully all he needed.
"Well, we are eventually getting to the Light World… perhaps you will get the chance to talk to him."
Midna scoffed, "Oh, he won't want to talk to me… no… not after what I did to him."
"Your majesty…"
"Warren, you didn't see the look on his face when I shattered that mirror to tiny little pieces – I shattered more than just that mirror that day! If… if you knew what I said to him… if you knew what I said to him three months ago… I… Warren I can't talk to him. How could I after what… Oh Goddesses…"
Putting her hands on her face, Midna bent her head down toward the ground heavily. She tried to remain calm and collected but the memory ached like an old wound that would forever be in pain no matter what she did.
"Your highness," Warren said, gently grabbing her shoulder, "Are… are you going to cry-"
"Hell no," She instantly replied, shooting back up, "No. I'm… I'm not going to cry. I've already done enough of that."
Warren looked unimpressed, "I doubt he'll say that if we ever meet up with him."
The look that she put up on her face hopefully made Warren realize that she thought quite the opposite of her young advisor. The thought of ever seeing Link again made her soul want to run in two directions – toward or away from him.
"On a level, I badly want to see him – on the other I'm deathly afraid of him," Midna admitted, trying to prevent her lower lip from quivering, "I'm afraid of what he'll do."
"Why, do you think he would harm you?" her advisor questioned, looking a little more worried then he did previously.
"Oh by the Twilight, no… no he wouldn't harm me… but I wouldn't be surprised if he hates me. Hates me for what I promised him and ultimately failed at."
Warren looked thoughtful before he spoke, "Perhaps this is something you need to work out between the two of you if you ever meet again."
"Warren, you might be my political advisor and general protector – but by the gods, you won't become my relationship advisor as well. When the time comes… I'll… I'll handle it," Midna replied, somewhat biting but by no means mean. She didn't want to go spilling her feelings out into the open like a heavy drunkard.
"… you probably want to smoke now don't you?"
Warren chuckled, "You have no idea."
"You probably should start thinking about what you would like to say."
Both Midna and Warren looked up at the Sheikah, who was now standing somewhat relaxed next to a new portal that appeared without the two Twili's knowledge. The portal looked much like the one leading into the Dark World, but this one held less of an ominous feel to it – Midna could sense good radiating out of the strange void, but she suddenly felt a lot more anxious.
Sheik motioned for them to come closer, "You're probably going to have to once we get back to the World of Light."