Author's Note: I'm wrapping this FF up. Probably four or five chapters left! Be excited, it's gonna be great!

She's around. I can sense it.

A hideous, giant spider crawled in the corner. I sent an energy blast at it, before it could attack me. It shriveled up and died quickly…

And then I was surrounded by other spiders, all closing in on me. Three more spider-like figures were prodding me with spiked clubs.

Those creatures were humanoid, with clothes and a face and two legs—but they looked mutated, with their eight arms growing out of their sides. In an alien language, they called out to someone.

She was the one that I sought. "You speak Hylian?" I asked to the figure I couldn't see yet. As she came into view, I noticed details. Her black hair raised into eight leg-like parts, suspended by white spider web. Her outfit was skimpy—bordering skanky—and tight, also white, also made of white spiderweb. It started at the very top of her thighs in a thick, opaque form, and split into two bands that went over her shoulders, mostly translucent, and crossed over her chest to make a large, skimpy X, except with the bottom solid.

"Down on your knees!" She commanded with a sharp movement of her hand. All spiders and guards lowered themselves in a servant's position. I didn't budge.

"Hail Princess Cynthia of the Spiders!" They called out in whispery voices.

Cynthia walked over to me, the crowd parting for her, still on their knees. She circled me slowly, dragging her long nails across my shoulders. I knocked her hand off. "I need your help," I said to her.

She slapped me, hard enough for me to taste blood. You'll regret that! I wanted to say. I smiled sweetly at her and bowed. "My apologies."

"What have you come here for? To kill my spiders and mock my authority? I should have you killed," Cynthia rasped at me. Wow, I didn't know I had offended her that badly.

"My friend is dying, and she has a Triforce, and I need you, the Triforce of Power, to help me save her," I said.

She started to laugh. "And this is my problem, why? Guards, kill her," Cynthia laughed, turning to walk away.

I sent out an energy field and killed all that were in it—a few spiders scurried off quickly. "Obviously, you don't know the extent of my abilities," Cynthia said, not turning around.

And then the Forest Temple, infested in spiders, grew completely dark. All the lanterns went out, and the forest light did not filter through.

I quickly held up an energy blast to give me light—and Cynthia was nowhere to be found. Princess of Spiders, I thought, looking for her hiding spot.

A rock fell on my shoulder.

CEILING!

Cynthia dropped down onto my back, locking my arms. The energy blast faded. I tried to knock her off—to no avail; I couldn't see where any object was that I could use to scrape her off of me. Her breath hit my neck. "By the way, I am poisonous."

I jumped and twisted myself midair, so that I would land on my back. Cynthia's hold dropped and I sprang up, readying another blast. I launched it at where I had fallen—it hit her with a loud thump. She groaned.

"I won't kill you," I started. "I need you. If you don't help me, I'll have to kill you, though." I quickly made a sleeping-haze spread over her body—she looked beat up, but peaceful.

I picked her up and warped out of the old Forest Temple, back to Ordon Spring. Once I was at Link's house, I threw Cynthia over my shoulder and climbed the ladder, barging into the house.

I dumped Cynthia onto the floor.

"Midna!" Link exclaimed, running in from the basement entrance area. He wrapped his arms around me—he was very warm. "I was going to look for you, but I was worried you had gone back to your realm and—"

"Shh. I got the Triforce of Power for you, Sheik," I said. Up against the wall by the fireplace, Sheik rested. Her arm looked horrible—rotted and bleeding still.

"Alive?" Sheik asked, eyeing Cynthia's limp body.

I propped Cynthia up against the wall and used a "stay" spell. "WAKE UP!" I screeched. Her red eyes fluttered and she tried to get up.

"Why have you bound me here? What do you want?" Her voice demanded.

"I told you already. You will help my friend," I said.

"Not unless you kill me first!" Cynthia yelled, waking Eleazar and Kulak. They came running to the unfamiliar voice. Her wild eyes took in the entire room.

"Well then, I guess that's how it's going to work. But I'm no the one killing you," I smiled at her. "Last chance—do or die, Cynthia," I warned.

"NEVER!" Cynthia screamed.

"Sheik, I'm going to put her under. You need to, um, do your thing. Can you come outside?" I asked, wincing at the thought of killing Cynthia. But it was the only way.

"Yeah, I think," Sheik said, lifting herself up. She stumbled right outside. I dragged Cynthia's unconscious body out and turned away.

I handed Sheik a sword. "Link, drop some of your blood in a bowl, please," I said. "Sheik, wait a second."

Link returned to us with the bowl. He turned away.

"Do it, Sheik," I said quietly. There was one heavy sound and then nothing. Sheik dropped her blood into the bowl and poured the mixture onto her arm.

"Ahh," Sheik groaned. "Feels wonderful."

I disposed of the body with Twili magic and Sheik darted inside.

I noticed something, as her hand flew by in a quick movement of hers.

"Sheik, why is your Triforce…double?"

"What the HELL?" Sheik screeched. "It looks like…Like I have two Triforces! That's not…it's not…possible…"

And then Sheik started to shake.

Her body twisted and she levitated off the ground for a moment. Her red eyes flashed blue, over and over again.

Sheik started to duplicate before my eyes. Her body shuddered and fell to the floor.

Behind her stood a woman.

A woman I had never, ever thought I would see again.