Author's Note: Guys, I just wanted to say thank you to all my supporters. I wish I could give every single one of you a Mustang G.T., a cookie, and a Triforce.

He didn't sleep well that night, his dreams haunting him to an extreme degree. In one of the dreams, it was dark and there was a strange, green mist (like that in his cellar) and it was everywhere. Other than that, it was completely dark, with no stars, but rather spots of crimson in the sky. It made him grateful that it was not in the week days, so that there was no work.

At the east end of the plain, there was a glittering, steel silver web—a giant spider's web. At the center of it were a pair of blood stained wrist and ankle shackles, and there was a small figure that was being held prisoner, waiting for her death. Link could easily recognize the figure as Ilia, and she was terrified.

To his west was a similar set up, except that the chains glowed a bright cyan. The figure there was tall, beautiful, but obviously wounded. The blood seeping from her bare body was a bright, liquid gold that glittered and streamed her thin blue body. Her brilliant, long orange hair was streaked with the gold, and her amber eyes were pooled with transparent tears.

It was Midna.

Carelessly, Link wandered towards Midna's dying body, already able to hear her gasping, choking breaths. What had wounded her? He wanted to call to her, but he could not find his voice, rather just being able to walk.

Soon he was at her figure, and he grabbed at the steel web, climbing it, up towards her body. She was shaking her head. "No, no, save Ilia! No, no!" The voice was like silk.

And slowly, Link turned from Midna, studying the other of the plain. He gasped, as he saw a shrouded figure lower its teeth to Ilia's neck.

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Link jolted awake in a sweat. "Goddesses!" He muttered, rubbing his neck. From the loft's overhead window, he could see a glittering light, and groaned as he stood up. Glaring out from the window, he saw the frothy white, slick substance of snow the coated the world. In a strange way, it was beautiful. It seemed to be in harmony with the gray sky.

And another thing—rain that had pelted the night before had frozen onto the trees, as if they had been stopped right as they were falling off. If the window's white-cold temperature was any indication, it was probably extremely cold outside.

Contently, Link climbed down the ladders, immediately stopping on the second platform and grabbing the heavy fur trench coat off of the sitting chair by the bookcase. Link shrugged it on and continued down the stairs. He did not seem to be hungry. With a sigh, he stepped outside.

"Link, Link!" Talo, Malo, Beth and Colin appeared seemingly out of nowhere, covered in snow. Their breath came out in strange white puffs as they hurriedly spoke in their high pitched, childish voices. "Guess what our parents gave us?"

Smiling, Link crouched on a knee so he could study their eager eyes and snow covered bodies. "What did they give you?" He glared playfully at the kids before snapping his fingers. "Those wonderful cotton coats?" The kids bobbed their heads. "I must say, in all of my journey across Hyrule, I never ever saw any coats as beautiful as those."

His fan club beamed, chattering eagerly as they included him into their plans for the day. Snow Ball Wars, Snow Goddesses, hot pumpkin stew. And so, Link evenly matched their eagerness.

"MR.LINK!!" A rough, high pitched squawk interrupted them, and Link easily recognized it as the mail carrier. A "WAAIITT!" followed, though Link was not moving at all. The kids gazed in wonder at the mailman, covered in snow, as he trampled to the group with heavy breathing. "I have one…package…for…you—onward…to…mail!" Within seconds of handing the baffled Link his deliveries, the mailman was off.

There was a strange, awkward silence.

"Woah—Link, you gonna open that?" Beth sounded appealed and excited.

Link blankly nodded, blinking in confusion. He started with the package and smiled. A bottle of still-hot water; that would forever remain hot, from the Goron Mountain Springs. It was a pleasant gesture from the Gorons. Making a mental note to thank them whenever he could, Link smiled and pocketed the bottle.

"Cool!" Talo exclaimed before hauling Beth, Colin, and Malo off towards the town gates. "Link, we're gonna go to Beth's house, okay? Bye!"

After a few minutes, Link remembered all of yesterday's events. They slapped him in the face, stinging him as his to-do list for the day completely changed. I really do hope that Bo has a good reason for pushing this on Ilia.

With a sudden feeling of determination, Link strut off towards the town.

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"Oh, Link, look how beautiful this necklace is!" Ilia pointed wildly at the shining gem around her neck. It looked to be a water-lily, but it was a deep, seeping transparent purple. It shined like the glittering surface of a pond under sunlight and it was delicately carved. It resembled a poe's soul. Link reached out to touch it, but a strong hand stopped him.

"Careful, Sir. The edges are finely carved, so that it is sharp all around. It's a miracle Ilia hasn't cut herself. It goes with the ring that I got her, hmm?" A deep, astonishingly smooth voice came from behind Link. It sounded slightly like a Kakarikon accent, but richer.

Holding it together is like a web of complex yarn, that you are stuck in the middle of. Running is impossible without ruining something, screaming does no good, and so you are left with only one option. Jump and don't mess with any of the string.

"Link!" Bo bellowed. "How nice that you're here to meet Ilia's fiancée—he is a very busy man," He gruffly added the 'busy man' part, which Link found peculiar. "I'll go get the tea…" He nodded off to a different room, leaving Link with Ilia and her fiancée in the large, circular but comfortable room.

After a moment of silence, Link looked up. The man from Kakariko was holding Ilia in his arms, whispering something in her ear. She looked normal—the same dull gray tinted, small body. But her eyes. They were like glass, and her pupils were so small that Link could not see them.

"Yes, James." Her voice was a flattened, obedient monotone in a response to something Link had not heard. She lifted her left hand so that Link could see. And how could he not see? The gem was a monster. It, roughly, looked to be the size of a moblin's eye. It was the same color of the necklace, finely embroidered in gold.

"It's beautiful!" Link smiled up at Ilia, waiting for her eyes to go back to normal. But they did not, rather locking on James as soon as she noticed Link looking at her. And he was a sight. Lavender hair ran raggedly past his ears and that sloped over his right eye. His left eye was a bright purple, neon glowing. His skin was an impossible pale; like Abby's, but his cheeks did not grow to a blush; rather preferring to stay dead. He stood boldly and thinly at six feet. He was dressed in a black suit, with a cape billowing behind him; though there was no wind.

A chilling, anxious feeling ran through Link. "When is the wedding; and where will it be? I'd be glad to come; Ilia has been there for me whenever I need her. We've been best friends since we were little. I hope it'll be at the Spring; she has always loved it.

James grimaced at his words. "Goddesses, never! It will be in the uprightness of Castle Town, in the finest chapel around. Made with gems hanging every three feet. Never in such a farm environment."

Link felt as if he had been slapped. Not so much that James was so terribly rude, but that Ilia was not defending her town. It took a minute to find it in himself to speak. "Keep me alerted to the wedding, I'll gladly come."

"I'm sorry, that won't be possible, Link—it is so that we have a very tight guest list." It was Ilia who spoke. Something flickered in her eyes—regret, horror. Out of the corner of his eye, Link saw that James squeezed her wrist tightly, and the glass was back over her eyes.

Another awkward silence. "Ah, I see. Well, Ilia, I was going to get Epona hitched up for a carriage ride around the village with the kids. Perhaps you'd like to come?" His voice was a polite, trained monotone.

"Ahem. My bride shall not be frolicking around in the snow with farm animals. Isn't that right, Ilia?"

Ilia glanced at Link, then back at James. Her eyes now had the emotion in them again. It was a pleading. Stop, stop! They seemed to be shouting madly. But James grabbed her hand, pretending to stroke it. The glass, once again, seemed to come. Slowly, she turned back to Link. "I will not be frolicking around in the snow with farm animals." Her voice was quiet, and her eyes flickered to her feet.

Link was eerily angry. He wanted to force questions to James, to grab Ilia and pour cold water on her. To wake her up. There was something wrong—that necklace! That had to be it. That necklace, the one he couldn't touch.

"Come, Ilia. I had the latest fashion in Castle Town delivered; I'm sure you'd like to try it on. Good day, Liam." He nodded at Link as if he knew he was calling him the right name. But he knew very well what his actual name was. He grabbed Ilia by the hand and stalked off.

As they brushed past, Ilia's glass wall melted for a mere second. Her eyes pleaded for forgiveness, and then the glass was over her irises, and she was gone, whooshed up the stairs with her fiancée next to her.

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At the time of that night's midnight, two very different women, both in Hyrule, were scribbling desperately on paper. Both of were writing to the same person, both trying to get around the power that was clasped around their necks, harnessing them.

And both of them watched as their fingers tore the papers to shreds, and then as the candle they wrote by swallowed their warnings.

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I do hope that I didn't overdo it this chapter. :sigh: Oh well. Anyway, while you're waiting for ME to update, read these stories:

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