While our heroes where out doing their thing, the damsel in distress was being interrogated.

"You scum!" Midna shouted.

...What? You think Midna would actually COMPLY and tell them what they want? HA! Anyway, the plot.

"Now, now," said the familiar figure of Zant, "Please stop this foolishness, Princess. Just give me what I want and I'll let you go."

Midna was tied up with old, rusty chains that connected her to a cold stone wall that was made of uneven and sharp rocks. She was still in her True Form. She guessed she was in the Castle, since that's the only place that she knew that had a dungeon. The chains kept her in the same place, but she did have some freedom in moving. She had measured a good 2 inches of movement before she strained the chains and felt the tug that told her she isn't going anywhere. Of course, she was stubborn at first and hurt her wrists and ankles when she strained the chains. It seems no matter what, everyone tries to break the rusty bindings that restrict them. She wondered how many people had done the same thing before her.

"The only time I would give you the title of King, Zant, is when I need someone to rule over a pile of brain damaged, deranged lunatics that reside in the same place you belong in. A cell! A much more roomier and nicer cell," she continued her rant, emphasizing some words with sarcasm, "I already gave you one chance. But it seems that I should have beheaded you, like my advisers said! But I had to show you I'm better than you, which I am, bu-"

Her tirade was cut off by a loud smack that seemed to bounce off the walls and reverberate. Midna's eyes had widened in surprise and her head was forced to turn to the right, as Zant's hand had firmly hit her unexpectedly. He had tortured her before but that torture had been orders to the guards not to give her food or water for certain periods of time. She knew some were loyal to her but just couldn't find the right time to help her.

"I will have you shut that mouth of your, Princess, before you anger me further!" Zant yelled at her. He seemed to be getting all jittery and had a twitch in his eye. It seemed he never got over his case of crazy.

Midna returned Zant's angry gaze with a glare of her own.

"And what will you do then, Zant?" she spat the words at him, "Start bending over? It's been a while since you lost it in public, right?"

"You little wench!" he screamed. His hand flew out and hit Midna's right cheek, causing her head to snap to the side. He then lifted his foot and started to kick at any part of her body he could.

"Brat! Whore!" he shouted various insults at her while continuing to kick her. She tried to make herself smaller by rolling into a ball. Zant furiously kicked at his captive, ignoring the pain he received when he kicked the cuffs or the chains itself by accident.

Finally Zant stopped his onslaught and stood there, panting. His foot was bruised and there was a small amount of blood leaking from it, but Midna wasn't sure if it was his or her own.

"We shall speak again," Zant told her, "And when we do, I hope you will come to your senses."

With that said Zant turned around and left. Midna could hear the door close and some rattling. Then the door locked with a loud click. She could then hear Zant shout something but his voice was muffled enough that she couldn't make out his words.

Midna wearily sat up. She inspected her body and only found some bruises. There was a small amount of blood on her cuffs, so she knew it was Zant's. She had shielded her head with her arms just for that reason. Sitting down cross legged, Midna stared at the door and let her mind wander.

I wonder what Link is doing, Midna thought.

A pile of bodies lay around Red. The Bogoblins never stood a chance against the hero as he charged into the fight head on. Red had some cuts and bruises from where weapons hit him, but he remained mainly uninjured in the end. Most of the archers were bad shots to begin with and it helped that Red was running and constantly changing direction as he cut down more and more of the enemy.

Red walked toward the small blue treasure chest and opened the lid. His face lit up in a smile as he held up a mirror shard, and a big one at that! The Scrap Shop owner told him about strange activity in the ruins so Red decided to investigate. Other than this information he didn't know anything about any of the shards.

"I guess I'm done here," Red said to himself. He carefully tucked away the shard and started walking. However, he soon realized something as he took out his map.

"Um," he mumbled to himself, "I THINK the exit was this way..."

Red was lost.

But he knew he would get out sooner or later. If he was lucky he would run into Oocca and she could teleport him outside, but he doubted that. Deciding on a path to take he tucked the map into his tunic and started walking. Enemies still swarmed the old ruins but they were more annoying than dangerous.

"I wonder if this is the place..." He said to himself. He opened another door and continued walking. The door didn't seem familiar as it was cracked in several places, but then again most of the doors and rooms didn't ring a bell. The room was pitch black so he couldn't see where he was going.

"Am I in going the ri-WHOA!" he suddenly shouted. His foot had slipped into nothingness when he expected solid ground. He began to slide down on what felt like sand, going down at a rapid pace.

"WHOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAA!" he screamed as he continued his descend down the weird slide. The tunnel seemed to take some crazy turns and Red was tossed around, the sand carrying him along. It seemed he wasn't going to get a break when a bright light filled his view.

Red landed in a pile of sand. He found himself in a strangely familiar room, but he just couldn't recall where it was. He stood up and brushed the sand off of his clothes.

"I'll check the map..." he said to himself. He took out the valuable item that had always shown him where he was.

"Strange..." he said. He couldn't see himself near the ruins. His eyes continued to scan the desert region when he finally saw the familiar yellow triangle that indicated his current location.

"I'm in...Arbiter's Grounds?" he said aloud. "How long was that tunnel!?"

He couldn't believe he covered that much distance in such a short amount of time. It felt way to quick, but the map never misled him before. But something told him this wasn't right...he felt like something was off. He gazed around the room. Straining his memory, he guessed he was in the tower that housed the Mirror of Twilight. He planned to go here next but he was needed to be at the top, not the bottom.

Red slowly started to walk. He needed to find some stairs or something to get up. His eyes kept scanning for anything that could help him. The uneasiness he felt before was now stronger. The farther he went in, the more his senses told him to watch out and be careful.

"This is definitely creepy..." he mumbled to himself. After a few more steps he stopped completely. Every fiber in his body screamed at him to turn around. A shiver ran down his spine as he pressed his body against the tall pillar that protruded in the middle of the room and continued up. It was possible to climb the familiar groves that circled the whole pillar if the structure wasn't so big. He didn't have the Spinner with him so that was out of the question.

Gulping down his saliva, Red peeked his head carefully around the pillar. His eyes widened at the sight not too far from him. He now understood why his senses told him to run.

It wasn't his warrior instincts that told him it was a strong opponent. He would feel excitement and anticipation mixed with the weariness and anxiety. It was pure survival instincts that screamed at him to run. His brain took a more animalistic point of view and told him that what he saw was a predator.

His brain also told him that he was the prey.