I went to the infirmary the next day, expecting hear that Quadna had died, but when I got there, they said she no longer had a fever, and she didn't seem to be in pain. No one knew why but she was deathly sick for only a day and miraculously got better.

I took her out of her crib in the infirmary and let walk around. She just about fell over with every step she took. I immediately ordered a physician to look at her.

It was about an hour later before they returned her to me.

"She seems to be fine. She still has a slight fever, but not very high," he said, "I don't know what was wrong with her, but," he paused, "she's blind."

I gasped, "How do you know?"

"She won't look at anything. Her eyes are fixed straight forward."

I turned her towards me and moved her around expecting her to look at me, but she didn't. I stood up and walked away with her.

I left her with a wet nurse and began to cry. I was so happy that she was going to live, but she wouldn't live to see another day. Her world would be forever dark. How would she read and write? I was very distressed and Zatheon heard about my distress, so he came to visit me.

"Midna," he started, "It's not the end of the world. Quit acting like this, or you'll lose the baby."

"That's all anyone cares about is the damn baby. I bet if it came out a girl you would've wished I had worried about my daughter!"

"Midna!"

"It's true!"

"It's not true."

"Yes, it is. You've made it clear that it's so important that I have a son!"

"Well, it is."

I screamed, "I can't control the gender of the baby! It's completely random!" I paused, "How 'bout instead of you being so concerned with my ability to have a son, find yourself a wife and have a son with her."

"I already told, I can't have children."

I laughed, "That's not what I've heard."

"What? What do you mean?"

"You can have children alright, you're just so queer that you don't want to!"

"Who told you!" he snapped

"Does it matter? Maybe you should get over it and try to start liking women."

"It doesn't work that way, Midna. I can't just change that!"

"I'm not saying you should stop liking men, I'm just saying you should start liking women to a point where you can at least have sex with them!"

"Did you not just hear me? I can't just change myself like that. I was the son of a king. You think I chose to like men when I knew what responsibility I would have as a king someday! Why do you like the opposite sex?"

"Because I'm actually sane."

I laughed at me, "You're sane? May I remind you, Midna, that you wanted to marry Zant!"

"That was nine years ago!"

"So? You still wanted to marry him, and you're still keeping him alive after the things he has done to you and you people," he paused, "If you want my opinion, I think you still love him."

"I do not! I will never love him again."

"It's ok if you do Midna, I'm not going to hold it against you or tell anybody."

"Well, I don't, ok!"

"Really? Not even a little? You don't have a crush on him? You can like him for his face, I know I do."

"No, I don't."

He pointed at Adjutor, "Do you like his face?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"So you admit it, you at least some feelings for him!"

"That's not fair!" I snapped, "He's my son, I'm supposed to think he's cute!"

"Dad said that Nyxia looked like she was hit repeatedly in the face with a baseball bat. He said I looked like a bird. A bird dipped in radioactive material, might I add."

"Why? Because you have brown eyes?"

He nodded.

"Whatever! There's a difference between he way a mother perceives her children and the way a father perceives his."

"Oh, Midna. Have you seen one decent drawing of Zant?'

"I've seen maybe one or two."

"Exactly, he's so handsome that it's damn near impossible to draw him properly."

"Get out of my room! RIGHT NOW!"

"Alright. Obviously you don't like people finding out who you're crushing on."

He started heading for the door and I took a vase and threw it at him. I missed.

"I'm sorry!" he said and slammed the door.

I just stood there staring at the door and then I saw that Adjutor was staring at me.

"What are you looking at!" I snapped

"N-n-nothing."

"You little rat! You think I'm crazy don't you?"

"No, Princess. Not at all,"

"Get out!"

He nodded and headed straight for the door.

I started crying again. My life was just so calm and normal and in a matter of twenty-four hours it went back to being stressful and worrisome.

I later wished that I had listened to Zatheon's instructions to calm down. The baby decided that it was going to come that night.

It wasn't born until about three on the morning of April 7th. It was a boy, and he was born ten weeks premature. The midwife told me, that there wasn't a very high chance of him living.

Zatheon blamed himself for it, which I thought was very nice (and also very true).

It was hard for me to look at him. He was so incredibly tiny and light as a feather. He wouldn't eat. He was having trouble breathing. He died that night.

A week later, we had a funeral for him. Almost the whole court was there. He was only here for sixteen hours, but those sixteen hours were long enough for most people to not consider it a late miscarriage, which, unfortunately some said that it was a miscarriage and that it was karma for being involved with Zant.

I did manage to name him. He was named Zatheon. Prince Zatheon Zaid. (the second name is the middle name)

He was very quickly forgotten by everyone but me. I told Zimraam, that it had to be at least another year before I had another baby.

Slowly, life was returning to normal again, but I could never stop thinking about Quadna's condition. They wanted to send her off to a school for the blind where she could at least learn to become a productive member of society. I, of course, hadn't decided what I wanted to do with her. The thought of having my daughter taken away from me tore at my heart, but the fact that she'd actually be able to learn and someday be able to live a semi-normal life if she went to this school tore at my heart also.

I said that she could go after her fifth birthday, which was only four short years away.