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"I honestly am not working with Vaati anymore!" Daysin cried, flinging his arms up in exasperation. "I ran away because I thought that he would kill me because... well, I just couldn't go back to him... I don't know why! I've told you everything I know, I swear."
Shina frowned at him. "I don't know, Marit. What do you think we should do with him?" The elderly man also frowned and began stroking his beard.
"I'm not sure what we should do either, to be honest." He admitted. "Vaati will very likely attack again, and soon. He could be helpful to us. Then again, however, he could be a nuisance who really does work for Vaati and will kill us all in our sleep. Yuumei, I believe this is in your expertise. Make him talk."
The young woman glanced up, slightly surprised about hearing her name. She walked over to Daysin and said, "For this to work, I think that everyone will need to leave."
Panic grabbed at Daysin's heart as she said this. What exactly was she planning to do to him that she could not let others see? Was it something horrid? No, they were just trying to make him talk, right? They wouldn't kill him if still needed him.
The moment everyone was gone, Yuumei turned to Daysin. "In Hyrule, everything is so different. You Hylians are much more predictable than my people were. My people are so much more advanced in the way that we think than you Hylians are. I can tell if you're lying or not by the smallest twitch on your face. If I were trying to know if the people in my land were lying, it would be so much more difficult. They can keep their faces perfectly straight at all times, unlike you all."
"What do you mean? Where are you from? What are you?" Daysin hissed, clenching and unclenching his fists nervously. Yuumei smiled, but there was happiness in it. He understood that it was not a real smile. What was she up to...?
"Me? I am simply a mirror of Hyrule. That is all my people are. The other side of the mirror. I am the mirror of Princess Malina, and there is nothing to be done about that." Yuumei said, her eyes flat.
"How can that be?!" Daysin demanded. "If you were truly just a reflection of the Princess, then wouldn't you be the same age as her?"
"No... I am older than her, but that is only because the other side of the mirror allows our souls to be made first. In my land, your half is probably about thirty. When I met Malina, I knew that she was me. In her, I could only see me. It is the fate of being a mere shadow to a person."
"Why are you telling me this?" Daysin asked, his voice wavering.
"You are about to hit a turning point in your life. You need to know what direction you're going. Whatever choice you make, it will affect the other you as well. I don't want to see anything ever happen to you, Tura." Her eyes flickered for a moment from their lifeless state at his name, but quickly reverted back.
"I'm a big boy, I think that I make my own choices." Daysin growled. "And don't call me that stupid name. I hate it more than the world itself."
"Do you hate it because your dear mother gave it to you?" Yuumei asked and he flinched. "She was so like me. She was from the same land as me but wanted to be more than a reflection. She wanted to feel real emotions, not just what we were supposed to as reflections. So she came here, found love, and had you. You hated her because she left you and your father alone, you hated her because she was the one thing in your life that was good and left you."
"Shut up." He hissed. "How do you know that?"
"Your emotions show so openly on your face..." She murmured, leaning forward until her face was in front of his. "It amazes me sometimes... how foolish you Hylians can be. The Twili are so much more..." She did not finish the sentence.
"Where did my mother go? What happened to her?" Daysin growled.
"She... she went home. She came to me, and cried into my lap, exclaiming about her broken heart. She was afraid for you and wanted for me to find you when I went on my journey here. I could not find you until now. Your mother loves you."
Daysin, by this point, did not answer. His fear for his mother was so suddenly gone. His mother was safe. That aching pain was finally gone, after seven years of fear. She was all right and that was all that mattered to him for now.
"I'll... I'll stay with your group for now." Daysin murmured, his hair falling across his face. "But I might not stay. For now, I'm willing to be your ally."
Yuumei brushed back his shaggy hair and whispered, "I'm glad. In this group, you won't have to be Daysin, you know that? I want you to have your mother-given name, Tura. Will you please be Tura for me?"
As an answer, Tura began sobbing.
Shina leaned against the wall of her room, anger in her eyes as she glared at Tura. "We don't need another freaking addition to our group, you know that, right? I don't want this guy in our group."
"As if we couldn't tell from your expression!" Marit muttered sarcastically.
"Please stop being so sullen." Yuumei said, her eyes full of worry, much unlike the other girl's. "He's been through a lot and-"
"I don't care if he died and came back!" Shina snapped. "I don't trust this guy, and I don't want him in our group, no matter what you people say!"
"Shina..." Sparrow tried, reaching out to touch her. She pulled away quickly.
"Don't touch me, bird boy! Ugh, I don't want to be around you people!" After saying that, she left, slamming the door behind her. Everyone glanced at each other, worry and confusion tight in their faces.
"I think I ought to go talk to her..." Tura murmured, standing up slowly.
"I think that you ought not do that." Marit answered, standing up as well. "That is, unless you'd like to get your face ripped off. If you would like to have that happen to you, be my guest and go talk to her. Shina needs her space sometimes."
"If I let her have space, she'll always hate me." Tura pointed out. "Besides, I've got my magic to protect me. If she tries to kill me or anything, I'll just put up a shield or something so she can't get me."
"All right, do as you'd like." Marit answered, brushing it off.
The moment that Tura left, Yuumei asked, "Why did you let him go? It doesn't seem likely that he'll ever come back."
"Yuumei, you always say that you can see every little emotion in a Hylian's face, and yet you miss so much. Tura will come back because Shina really likes him. She won't kill him no matter how much she wants to. Neither realize it yet, of course... silly youngsters."
Shina kicked the rocks, frowning. Maybe she should go to the springs to feel better. They always used to help her. But that didn't seem like a good idea for some reason to her. She wanted to do something else, but she wasn't really sure what that was. Perhaps if she wandered around enough, it would come to her.
Shina wandered over to the outskirts of Kakariko, where no one lived. She sat down behind a large rock and sighed, taking out her favorite book. Maybe it would help her out. She read this words that she knew by heart:
The fair and beautiful girl cried, for the pain that she had expireinced before was nothing compared to this heartache. The man did not love her, and there was no end to this sorrow. She almost wanted to cry to the heavens, "Why? Why must this happen to me?" No answer, she knew, would come to her at any time.
The knife in her pouch seemed like it was calling to her, suddenly, painfully. A song that she could answer. A song that no one could ignore, no matter how hard they tried. Her eyes watched the leather pouch as they had watched that man for so long. The knife seemed like a beautiful and wonderful thing to her, and she took it from the pack slowly.
It was cold. She wanted, however, to feel the cold. It was-
Shina suddenly closed the book, her heart beating quickly. It was a romantic book, indeed, but sadness always filled her up as she read those parts. Had the girl really wanted to die so badly because she had lost the one that she had loved to another?
"Nothing is helping..." Shina whispered and laid her head back against the rock, staring at the blue sky. "I don't get it. What's wrong with me?"
"That's what I'd also like to know." Tura said from the other side of the boulder. At this, she jumped up in surprise. A sudden anger filled Shina and her eyes narrowed. She leaned against the rock, trying her best not to run away from him. This boy that they all thought was their friend. This boy who would kill them one of these days. This boy who seemed so innocent, but she knew could not be trusted. It was as though they had all suddenly decided that Vaati was just a silly person who didn't know what he was doing.
"Go away." She said flatly, biting her bottom lip.
"No." Tura answered simply. "I won't leave you alone until you tell me what you're problem is."
"My problem is you. I don't like you or trust you whatsoever. I just can't wait until you kill one of us and proclaim your undying love for Vaati, your cousin. I don't think that you would just suddenly decide that you don't want to be on his side anymore, you filthy traitor."
"Ouch. Most guys don't like to be insulted by pretty girls, you know."
At this, Shina's face turned bright red. He thought that she was pretty? No boy had ever called her pretty. Mostly just 'That book kid' and things like that... after a moment, Shina remembered the fact that she didn't like him.
"W-well, I don't really care. You're just some stupid boy to me." She hissed, folding her arms over her chest.
"Hm. Is there any way that I can help so that you don't hate me anymore? I don't like to be hated, really." Tura murmured, inching slightly over to her side. However, Shina was too deep in thought to really notice this.
"I... I don't know. Leave me alone, you freak." However, the insult was weak and she knew it.
"There must be something that I can do to help you out. I'm willing to be your servant. You're the only one that really doesn't like me, and I want to change that. Maybe it's true that I still miss Vaati a little bit, but another part of me wants to kill him for some reason. And I can't very well kill him alone."
Shina did not answer, but chose to sit down and stare up at the sky. A cold wind blew through and she shivered slightly. It was getting colder each day, and soon she would be unable to do anything outside her home. Even in Kakariko it snowed.
"Please." Tura whispered softly next to Shina's ear. She did not react to him being so close to him at first, but her heart seemed to be beating quite a bit faster after a moment and her voice sounded so unsure.
"I can be your friend... or I can be your enemy. You'll have to chose someday, Tura. I'm not sure whether or not that day is today, but I think that, at least for now, I'm supposed to be your friend. Now... please don't be so close to me, it feels rather awkward."
Tura pulled back, a pleased look on his face. "Oh, good. I was getting rather worried that you'd never accept me. My little charms do come in handy sometimes, then!"
"Charms?" Shina answered blankly. "What do you mean?"
"I was feeling a bit worried so I decided to see if I could turn on my lovely charm. Whenever Vaati needed something done with a woman, he had me do it because I can charm women into doing almost anything."
"Will you shut up?!" Shina exclaimed, standing up. Her face was bright red as she realized that he had, indeed, pretended to be sweet on her to get his way. "If you mention the fact that I fell for that to anyone, I'll ripe you to shreds, you little traitor, you!"
"Do you still forgive me, then?" He asked innocently.
"Go away, and shut up!" Shina hissed and punched him roughly in the arm.
"Ow!" He exclaimed, griping his arm.
"You deserved that, you little bug! Now get!" As Tura walked away, Shina felt her face turn a dark shade of scarlet. Had she really just been tricked by him? It was so rude. But... it had felt like something out of the books that she read when he had been so close to her... something that didn't happen in real life.
Something that Shina had been craving all of this time, and yet never getting. A crush.
Yuumei glanced at the girl, a deep sadness in her heart. "Oh, Sora. What are you doing here?"
The girl pouted up at the woman and whispered, "I wanted to see my brother, my Queen. I've never met him before, and... I just... I've seen him every day, you know. He walks past me and sometimes listens to me sing."
"Tura has enough on his mind and doesn't need you here. It's illegal for you to be here, anyway. You know that."
"I'm half-Hylian." Sora pointed out. "It's not illegal for half-Hylians to be here, is it?"
"How long have you been here?" Yuumei asked, sitting next to the half-Hylian half-Areua. The girl took a moment before answering.
"About four moons."
"Sora! You shouldn't be here in the first place, and yet you chose to stay here even after finding your brother?!"
"I didn't exactly get to meet him..."
"It doesn't matter. I know that you're mother is gone and everything, but you need to obey the rules. You should go home, tonight."
"Tonight!?"
"Yes."
"But... my Lady... this isn't fair. I want to help out with everything. I don't want to sit on the side-lines and watch the other half of my world be destroyed. You know by this point that I'm not one to sit back and watch how everything turns out. I love to help."
Yuumei was silent for a moment. She was unsure whether or not to send Sora home. She was a loud, impulsive, lovable girl who never had really understood pain. Even as her mother died, she did not feel hurt because her mother had not loved her. Sora learned to not cry because she knew no one loved her. She had nothing to lose.
Sora had almost been like a daughter to Yuumei ever since the girl's mother had left this world. A reflection cannot live in the world, after all. Sora's mother had broken almost every single rule that was ever placed for the people of Areu.
"All right. I might be able to allow you to stay here." Yuumei murmured. Sora squealed at this.
"Really, Queen Yuumei?! I can?! I promise to do anything that you ask of me! In fact, I-"
"Before you make any more promises, Sora, I want to ask you something. Will you be my lady-in-waiting?"
"Huh?"
"If all of this doesn't turn out well, I want you to be my replacement. If the other me dies, I will, too. I need someone to take care of things if I die."
"Is it that dangerous?"
"Oh, yes. That and more. That's why you and Tura are special. If either one of you die, nothing happens. Just a good comrade goes down."
Sora bit her bottom lip, frowning. She was barely eleven and already more than most people could handle. Yuumei didn't want to know what she would be like as a teenager. Finally, sky-blue eyes looked up at Yuumei, a seriousness that was uncommon for them.
"Okay. I'll do it. I wanna stay with my big brother, no matter what."
"Why is that?"
"I don't know. I just... he's my only connection, you know? I mean, he's my only family. If I were unable to be with him... I guess that it would feel like no one was like me in the world. I'm pretty different anyway, but... well, you get the point."
Yuumei nodded, sighing. This girl could be helpful, but... she was a little strange.
Vaati stared at the ring, his eyes glowing faintly. "Power..." He murmured aloud. "Are the shadows gone yet? I want them out of my hair."
Don't worry, Vaati. They're going.
"Oh, goody. Then everything is set." He stood up and walked over to the coffee table. He picked up one of the figurines and twirled it around slightly. It looked like the brat quite a bit. He placed it next to his figurines of Riste and Ceris.
I really don't like it when you block me out of things. What are you planning?
"It's simple, Power. I'm going to take my shadows..." He pushed a black cloth over to where the figures of Malina, Riste, and Ceris stood. "And wipe them out. Before you say anything, I want you to know that this isn't as simple as it seems. I only want to get rid of one person."
And who is that?
Vaati picked up the black cloth and covered the figure of Riste. "My old master."
A/N- Dun dun duuunn! What's going to happen? Who knows?! Please, R&R and check out my poll if you have not already!