"That's…not…possible!" Zelda gasped, her words forming broken, shocked sentences. She took a step forward, towards the floating Fused Shadow, but as if scared, took it back again.
"Oh, yes, Princess, it is. You see, these things are hereditary. These are rightfully mine," Midna smiled, fang and all. She snapped, and it was gone to somewhere in her invisible possession.
"That means you're—,"
"I already said it; they're rightfully mine," Midna cut her off. She, apparently, didn't want something to be said, and Zelda made note of it.
"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" Link asked, stepping forward. His façade was wearing thin; he was stressed and, frankly, tired, though he wouldn't have admitted it. He hadn't eaten in two days, and he was dehydrated—all of which made him cranky.
"Those things are called Fused Shadows. They have immense power and only a certain person can wield them effectively. They haven't been seen since the Ancient War…and the people who wielded them are called the Twili," Zelda drawled, looking bored. She seemed to have wanted a better explanation from Midna, which she obviously didn't get.
Link sighed. Of course Zelda knew all of this. Since she was born, everyone knew that she had the power of the Goddesses—the only reason that babies were named Zelda was because they possessed the Triforce of Wisdom. Link, too, was named Link because of the mark on his hand; but, like others, his parents fled the at the sight of it and abandoned him in the lonely forest.
"Who are the Twili?"
"Midna's people. They are on the other side of the Mirror," Zelda explained, cautiously avoiding Midna's temper. "We should go."
The light outside was dimming, becoming twilight once more, and Midna's eyes flashed. A warp portal appeared on the ground, and Link and Zelda stepped into it.
They were outside the temple, and Link sighed. He knew his time to become a wolf again was near. "We are heading to Death Mountain," Zelda announced.
"That sounds fun," Link muttered, sarcasm dripping.
Midna laughed. "Well, let's get going. We have a long way to go, and two of your 'provinces' to restore Light to. Unless you wanted to keep it like this," Midna gestured to the sky, where the sun was absent, but light still peaked through the orange clouds.
"No thanks," Link said, walking ahead.
"Wait, Link," Zelda called. He stopped and turned. "You must be famished. Let's find ourselves some food."
Link mentally slapped himself. "Oh, okay! Let me go get some food from the village-,"
"Link," Zelda started. "The curse didn't just affect you…it affected all of Hyrule. They are beasts, and they've lost their minds to the Twilight," she let her voice drift into the eerie silence.
"What?"
"They've been cursed. They're shadow beasts, and I can't fix this. We must speak to Faron to see if the Light Spirits have an idea."
Link had no color in his face. Beasts? His village? No. It was impossible to him; he followed Zelda to the spring senselessly, denying everything. No, it was an illusion, or a trick.
"O Healers of the Forest, what have you come for?" The voice came with no form. Midna laughed when Zelda jumped.
"The people of Hyrule have been cursed," Zelda said sadly. "Is there a cure to this plague?"
"Light is the cure. You must save Hyrule, and then the land beyond the Mirror…the dark one, Zant, is the one with the cure. He has taken the light out of the people, and with every hit your blade shall absorb it. His blood is Light."
"Thank you," Zelda murmured, turning away. With a yelp, she faced Link's huge horse, Epona, who had run at them upon sight.
"Let's go," Link ordered, his voice flat and hard. Zelda sat behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a desperate effort to stay on the horse, which was flying through the forest and then through the field at a pace that seemed impossible.
The wall of Twilight came before the entrance to the Kakariko Village. Epona refused to go anywhere near it, and tried to buck within twenty feet of it. Link and Zelda walked cautiously up towards it, marveling at the designs and sketches on it.
Midna, being the prankster that she was, had floated in silently into the wall and had waited for them to turn around. Then, she grabbed them both, using one large hand that her hair took form of.
Link's stomach rolled, and his eyesight flashed blue. Again came the process of shuddering and blinking, and then he was a wolf again.
Author's Note: I hate this chapter. It's such a filler. And it's short. And boring. Etc, etc. Oh, well. I have an idea for another fic that I'll be working on along with this, detailing the "ancient war" that I've mentioned like fifteen times. 'Cuz I feel like it. So, please do review and tell me how much this chapter sucked; I'd really appreciate it.