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Hyrule had not suffered much damage at all. The fields were a little dried up due to the huge beams of magic during the fight, but otherwise, the Light Realm was untouched. I had not looked at my realm, nor did I intend to. I would send a Twili message through the portal and to the Council to alert them of my honorable resignation.
I sat at the base of a willow tree, letting the shade cast over my body and letting my feet touch the sand and shallow, pure water. I was hoping that Link wouldn't find me until after everyone in the village had gone to sleep. That would be hours, considering the sun was high in the sky and did not appear to be wanting to go lower.
Hearing footsteps, I stiffened against the tree, shifting. My toes splashed the water, no doubt giving me away. I sighed as Link rounded the corner. "Midna, they'll love you—I promise we won't make a big deal out of it." His husky voice soothed my frazzled nerves.
"You know I'm not a real people person. Where is Dark?"
"Sulking in Castle Town. Zelda's got a guard patrol on him, twenty four seven," He assured me. I chuckled, content that he had to be watched like I child. I, however, was free to travel the land.
Link rolled his eyes and extended a hand, looking into my eyes. His eyes were the exact shade of blue that the spring water was, I noticed. "Fine. I'll go meet your idiotic village…"
"We leave our windows open at night in the warmer seasons—it's that simple."
I rolled my eyes, taking his hand. We walked through the shade of the woods, entering his small clearing. A huge Elm tree housed his home—a tree house, actually—peacefully serene in this fairy-tale like place. At the gates to town, I planted my feet. A quick wave of worry spread over me. "I am not going into town wearing this."
I was still wearing my "scrap" outfit. I looked like the whores in Castle Town that sat outside Telma's Bar all day.
Link sighed. "Fine, come inside. You can borrow some of…" He stopped for a minute. "…Tetra's old clothes."
He still had his mother's clothes…how sad for him. "Alright." I put my hands on the ladder, pulling myself to the door. When I opened it, the refreshing smell of Pumpkin stew greeted me. I stepped across the cedar floor, past the bookcases and Pictographs on the wall. "Where are they?" I asked. I walked into the back room, putting my hands on the ladder that led to the root cellar.
I dropped my hands, falling into the blackness. I landed on the wood floor with a thud, using a current of magic in my hands to illuminate the cellar. Boxes sat, gathering dust, amongst shelves that were lined with preserved foods. "Cellar, second shelf in the back. To the left of the chest," He called. I nodded and felt my way to the place he described. My hands found dusty cloth, yanking.
The outfit I had pulled out was a simple gown—mahogany colored with maple highlights—with a bell shaped skirt finish. It had a shawl on top of it, I noticed. I pulled off my clothes and slipped on the new dress, letting the shawl drape over my shoulders. I looked around for a mirror, and when I found one, I gasped.
I looked like a Light Dweller. Of course the blue skin was a drawback, but maybe in time the sunlight would fix it. My orange hair could easily be passed as naturally neon…my face was not unusual. The red eyes would not be frowned upon—I looked human. Pretty, even. I was slender and tall, with a sharp face and observant eyes—nothing unusual.
"Midna? Did you find them?"
"Yes," I responded quietly. I walked towards the ladder but turned and stole one last look at the mirror. I frowned at the reflection. The body had changed into someone human. Someone with butter-brown skin and emerald eyes, with golden hair pinned up in a bun. Her face was sharp, a little like mine, but a little bit softer. She was my height and just as lean. She frowned and once I blinked, all there was left was my reflection.
A little surprised, I shook my head. "Link?" I asked.
"What's wrong?"
"I just thought I saw something. Just an illusion, I suppose. Don't worry about it," I told him as I climbed up the ladder. He helped me once I reached the top. He gawked at me and I rolled my eyes, amused. "Shut up, dog boy."
"I would transform into a wolf, but since the Master Sword is back in the Sacred Grove, I wouldn't be able to change back. Where's the fun in that?"
I sighed. "Alright, enough rambling. Let's get this dreaded meeting over with."
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"It was a pleasure meeting you, Midna," Uli smiled at me as her curvy form shadowed the doorway. Her soft, kind face was always wearing a bright smile—I liked that about her. "You'll come again, yes?"
"Of course," I responded politely.
"Have a nice night," She spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake her son—Colin, if I recalled correctly—who slept on the couch. She gently closed the door. Link clasped my hand in his.
"You did a nice job," He whispered. I smiled, amused with how he was a little shocked.
"A nice job? I don't think Zelda herself could have done a better job at being polite," I responded, swinging our entwined hands as we strolled down the slope that their house was built on. The sandy creek banks that lined the whole creek that ran through the village were alive with fireflies and frogs. The darkness was warm and humid, a little misty. A full moon shone high above, reflecting onto the water surface. I sighed contently.
"It's beautiful out here, isn't it, O Princess Midna?" He chuckled.
I playfully smacked his arm, rolling my eyes. We strolled in sweet silence back to Link's treehouse.
"I'll take the couch," I offered once the door was shut. Link shook his head.
"Nope, you get the bed. It's up in the loft."
"You're such a gentleman. It gets a little annoying," I told him, climbing up the ladder onto the little platform that held a bookcase and a sitting chair. I tripped over a book and it toppled over the edge. "Oops," I called.
Link didn't respond and I assumed the worst. "I really hope that book was sentimental or something!" I called.
"No—no…it's just a book of myths."
I didn't like the hesitation in his voice. He threw it back up to me and I moved some books around, hoping he'd think I put it back. I slipped it under my dress. "You sure you don't want the mat?" I called when I climbed the second ladder to the loft. I bumped my head twice when I was laying down on the futon mattress. It was worn and thin, but comfortable.
"Yea. I'm sure. Night, Midna!"
"Night," I whispered. I heard him blow out a few lanterns, only leaving the fire from the broiling pot in the kitchen as light. I waited a few minutes and then pulled the book out. I lit up a Twili candle, leaving it on the floor next to me. A wave of blue light danced across the dusty red cover. The Trishadow. I frowned, a little interested. When I opened up the book, flipping to a random page, I gasped.
The dark ink showed a tale with pictographs, delicately drawn. It showed the Triforce—full, all three pieces connected—fusing with something. Something bulky. A helmet—the Fused Shadow helmet!—on one page. Then, on the next page, it showed the Triforce engraved into the Fused Shadow. The next, there was a poorly drawn scene of a man wearing the helmet, a cloud of dark magic surrounding him. He seemed to be arguing with the other people. Some had engravings on their unevenly shaded skin—Twilis, I supposed—and others did not. A feeling of dread spread through me.
In the next, dead bodies lay scattered around the man. A man wearing a horribly familiar tunic. A woman wearing a horribly familiar, long, flowing cloak.
And the man held a woman by the hair. A woman with a horribly familiar face and outfit.
She looked like…
Me.
I gasped, biting into the mat's pillow. It's a myth. A tale. Just a story. Just a story…It's just a story. I forced my tense fingers to flip to the last page.
The future.
I shut the book, shoved it under the pillow, and blew out the candle.
That was day one.
Six more to go.
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