Contrary to what you might be thinking, I am still alive. :)
Feel free to throw whatever you like at me for not updating this long. I deserve it. But I can't feel too depressed now. This chapter is where things really start happening, and I might be more motivated to write now that the excitement's going up...!
You also might hate me for what's to come. Don't say I didn't warn you. This goes for the rest of the story.
Chapter 28: Unfair Exchange
A smile grew on his face, and he called, "And say hi to Midna for me, will you?"
And then he stepped into the shadows of the forest nearby, disappearing.
Her eyes widened.
Midna. Always hiding in Link's shadow… Hiding with Dark Link.
Zelda stared in disbelief at the shadows that Dark Link had slipped into. If he and Midna had met when the Twilight Princess had first slipped into Link's shadow… they must have known each other for just about the same time as she had known Link! A horrible sense of foreboding washed into her mind, and a cold feeling crept throughout her body. She knew why. Midna, without knowing Dark Link, already would have known Link as well as herself. But knowing Link's shadow, the being that was everything Link was and everything he was not, allowed Midna a much vaster amount of knowledge about him. Jealousy rose within her again, and she tried to suppress it, knowing that she was being over-obsessive and acting like a spoiled little girl.
As she tried to calm down, involuntary thoughts intruded into her mind. Zelda had seen the way Midna looked at Link sometimes, and the looks were often too meaningful for her to be comfortable. Link was always blind to them, and perhaps Midna didn't realize her actions herself, but the young princess knew that something existed between the Hylian and the Twili, something that Zelda envied. However, she took guilty comfort that Link didn't seem to share in Midna's affections.
Not only that, but having Dark Link on the dark side didn't seem to be such a great idea. If Dark Link still attained Link's intelligence and ability, he would be a deadly enemy. It did seem that he had Link's skill, but also more, as his inhuman speed and dark magic indicated. Zelda felt the cold feeling worsen, and she became aware of the pain on her neck.
It felt like days later when a groan from Link startled her, and she looked at him with worry as he sat up, rubbing his forehead wearily. "Ugh, I feel terrible," Link said in a rough, gravelly voice. He stared at his left hand, then looked up at Zelda. "Wha… What happened?" he asked groggily. "Why's my Triforce glowing…?"
With growing horror, she realized his Triforce symbol was gently pulsing with light. Either it was warning Link of Dark Link's birth, or the nightmare was so dark that even the Triforce had taken notice.
In the back of her mind, she remembered Dark Link's words: You have to promise not to tell anyone about me unless they have seen me already. If you do, I might not spare you. She believed him. And then: Especially not Link, for reasons I cannot explain. The way he spoke the words was oddly convincing, and she didn't want to test Dark Link's tolerance.
"Maybe you're ill," Zelda said, avoiding his eyes by taking his hand and observing its luminescence, pretending to be unknowing. "I don't even know what happened; we were arguing as usual –" Link grinned tiredly "–and then you… you just collapsed." That much was true, at least.
Link's smile disappeared. "Really?" he frowned, unconvinced. He stared at his Triforce symbol branded on his skin, which was now only glowing dimly. "Well, I remember a horrible pain erupting behind my eyes; it was like my brain was splitting apart into two." Zelda smiled uneasily at his unerringly correct words. Then he shrugged. "Perhaps it'll be only this time. I certainly hope it doesn't come back; the nightmares I had… It could lead to death if I fell like that in battle." He leapt to his feet, so quickly that Zelda couldn't even protest against his moving around, turning around to look at the surroundings. The crease in his brow returned, however. "Why is the camp so far? Did we really walk that far from…" he swallowed, "the funeral?"
Zelda quickly took his hand comfortingly, becoming suddenly aware that she was constantly holding his hand recently. She struggled to find her words as she tried to form an answer: "Well, no. You collapsed rather quickly. I took you away from the funeral, you know, so that, um, there would be no… commotion."
"You were right," Link agreed a bit bitterly, and Zelda suppressed the overwhelming urge to sigh. "Let's go back then, shall we?" She nodded mutely, let go of his hand reluctantly, and they walked towards the camp.
Zelda's thoughts about the horrible possibilities of Dark Link and Midna clouded into a horrible tempest in her mind, until Link's voice scattered them apart. "Zelda, I'm sorry for acting like such a… selfish bastard earlier," he cursed himself. His cerulean eyes looked into hers, tortured. "I don't know what had gotten into me."
Or what had gotten out. "It's fine, Link. I was acting like a selfish princess," Zelda smiled sadly, inwardly laughing at how correct she was. Link frowned, and she started talking again before he could release the argument she could see in his eyes. "And Ilia–no, I'm sorry, she–was your friend since birth. It would be a normal reaction for you to act so pressured."
Link stared at the ground before him as he walked. "Still… it wasn't like me to say things like that…" he mumbled to himself.
Zelda suppressed a shiver. If only he knew who it was like. Images of Dark Link passed through her mind: his deathly crimson gaze, his horrible yet wonderful laugh, his dangerous magic, his slithery words, his casual threats. She already knew that Dark Link, even without his magic, would haunt her own dreams from here on. Perhaps even the prophetic ones.
Then silence fell upon them, neither one of them wishing to say anything. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but neither was it exactly relaxing. Zelda knew that Link was brooding about Ilia, and her jealousy was now, surprisingly enough, purged by ominous thoughts about Dark Link. It was extremely unsettling how different and alike the two sides of Link were, and it stilled Zelda even further to think about what Dark Zelda would be like.
When they arrived at the camp, Zelda still felt distant from Link. It felt like the bridge between them had been destroyed to pieces by Dark Link. She hated to submit to the shadow, but she was helpless to prevent the destruction. Ilia's lost life seemed to be helping Dark Link destroy it too. Link didn't even seem bothered, and that bolstered her frustration. She wanted to talk to him, to know what he was thinking and feeling, but she couldn't think of anything to say that didn't sound horribly intruding or awkward in her mind. The princess had to admit that Dark Link's appearance caused even more damage than she had anticipated, which was already enough to frighten her out of sanity. Only the worry for her people sustained her. Not only that, but the exchange with Ganondorf was to happen soon, and she couldn't have images of Dark Link floating in her mind while they were in full exposure to the Dark Lord.
They walked silently through the sleeping commoners and watchful guards, who bowed to the renowned two respectfully. Zelda absent-mindedly nodded back to them, but her mind was elsewhere, somewhere along the lines of death and pain.
The two of them were not even halfway to the Resistance's tents when a shriek seemingly out of nowhere came upon them: "Goddesses, I've found them!"
Zelda turned to the frantic voice's direction, and she saw a panting, red-faced Shad tearing through crowds of people to get at them. She glanced at Link, who only gave back a small, polite smile of confusion at her before turning back to Shad. A twinge pained her heart when she saw the tiny smile; it was so polite and distant. She followed his gaze to the scholar who had finally reached them. He was so flustered and out of breath that he blurred out in an angry rush, waving his arms crazily, "Where in Hyrule were you two?"
"W–" Link began, but he couldn't even manage to say 'we' before Shad started yelling again, bringing the undivided attention of the passer-by to them.
"We were searching for you for about half an hour now, and the exchange is to be made in about two minutes! TWO MINUTES!" Shad exploded while Ashei and Rusl ran towards them. Zelda's glance flicked to them desperately; they would swoop in and stop Shad from screaming as he was. Behind them, Marutha calmly walked toward the scene, holding the thrashing cage of the Skire in her hand as if it were a picnic basket. "What were you thinking?! We tried to find you at the funeral, but the priest had said he had seen you left before it ended! You didn't even have enough respect to mourn the dead! What were you doing?!" Link opened his mouth once again to respond, probably the sentence he had been about to say earlier, but Shad waved his answer off with a frantic wave of his arm. "Never mind what you were doing anymore! We've no time to lose. Ganondorf may be travelling to the location he decided for the exchange already! He might be waiting for us! If we keep him waiting too long, he might even take his offer back and leave with the other Heroes!"
On cue, Ashei and Rusl leapt in. Like a tigress, Ashei grabbed the collar of Shad's vest and nearly raised him off the ground entirely. "Shad, shut your yap right now," she growled into his face, and Shad seemed to shrink. Zelda couldn't blame him. "We don't need every Hylian and Twili within a ten metre radius to know that Ganondorf is coming to camp right now!"
"Yes, yes, Ashei," Rusl decided to intervene, "we all know that this knowledge shouldn't become public. However, your... enhanced version of scolding is drawing even more unwanted attention. We should get on to the exchange, as Shad was kindly screaming. Where's Telma and Auru?"
Shad was basically dropped onto the ground as Ashei released her hold on him. Nervously, he dusted off his clothes with the little dignity he still held on to, saying more quietly, "Telma and Auru are waiting at the exchange location already; they gave up on looking and trusted us to find them."
After an uncomfortable pause of Ashei's glaring at him, Marutha caught up with Ashei and Rusl. "Well, hello, Hero, Princess. I do hope we'll find out what you were doing. However, the exchange should be attended to immediately. Shall we?" As she awaited an answer, Ashei continued to eye Shad warily, and Shad finally burst out, "Yes, yes, we shall already!"
Zelda didn't show it, but she thought she might have felt ten times more anxious than the poor scholar.
"Ah, Link, Zelda, good of you to show up again," Auru said sagely as the others arrived through the Twili travel. "I was beginning to worry about you two. Perhaps when we have completed the exchange, you'll tell us what had occupied you?"
"Yes, of course," Zelda nodded slowly, "although it might be strange to explain." Indeed it would, Zelda silently agreed with herself.
Telma lifted an eyebrow at her. "Makes me want to know even more now." Then she went on to explain, "We've been waiting for Ganondorf for a while now, but we haven't seen any trace of him. I'm beginning to think that Ganondorf didn't intend to do his part of the deal in the first place."
"Perhaps he simply wanted us to kill off a friend of the Hero of the Realms for his distraction," Ashei snorted rather rudely, avoiding the Hero's gaze.
Zelda already felt Link's anger beginning to rise again, and was about to give a little of her own scolding to Ashei when an amused voice spoke, "Ashei, surely you don't think of me as such a dishonourable man. I do keep promises, you know."
The surprised group stared in the direction of the forest's shadow, where an even darker shadow stepped through the dark and stepped into the light. Link stiffened, forgetting his anger at Ashei at the sight of his life-long enemy. "If 'keeping promises' means 'utterly destroying your surroundings for greed', I would agree with you," Link told the Gerudo King coolly.
Ganondorf laughed, a sound that drove birds out of their trees. He continued to walk forward to them, but he stopped about twenty paces away. "Fortunately, I don't only keep that promise. I have the other three Heroes here." With a snap of his fingers, a cage of twilight clouds fell onto the ground before them. The cloud was too dense for anyone to see through, and Zelda only wondered what the states of the Heroes were now. Starved? Mute, perhaps? Perhaps Ganondorf had facsimiles of them inside so that the Skire would be simply obtained. Reluctantly turning away from the cage, Zelda realized that Ganondorf stared at the Skire's cage almost as longingly as she had looked at the Heroes' cage. "I see you've extracted the Skire. Excellent work. Was the extraction successful?"
An uneasy silence fell upon them, none of them wanting to explain that the Ordon girl had given her life. While they did, a movement in the trees caught her eye. She fought her instinct not to look, but curiosity got the better of her and she slowly turned her head.
A shadowy figure stood on the tree branches, quietly observing as it easily balanced on the limbs of the tree. When she looked at it, she saw two barely visible dark crimson eyes blink, and then the shadow smiled, blood red lips appearing on the shadow's face. A cold shiver ran down her spine as they made eye contact, and she turned back to Ganondorf with the feeling still on the back of her neck. It lingered there as though Dark Link's fingers rested there. When Ganondorf caught her eye, he winked slyly, and a sickening feeling accompanied the sensation that Dark Link had given her.
"Very well then, I won't require details from you. I'll have plenty of information about the Skire before long," the Dark Lord almost hummed. "So–out of good faith on my part, I will release the Heroes first for you." At his spoken command, the condensed twilight began to dissipate into the air.
The cloud seemed to be clearing excruciatingly slowly, and it seemed a lifetime later that it cleared enough to see through. But when she could see through, she wished the cloud had stayed condensed as it was.
A cry escaped her lips as gasps broke through the Resistance. She didn't hear a response from Link, but she didn't have time to linger on it.
The Heroes had been utterly, utterly transformed, in so many cruel, twisted ways.
Zelda's eyes had been drawn immediately to the pile that was a now dead Ralis. Pile, not body; his limbs had been torn from his body viciously, and they were now only a heap of arms and legs, topped with a detached head and abdomen. Dried blood covered the pile like a second skin, and the head's eyes had not been closed, as if Ganondorf wished him to see the suffering around him even after death. The lifeless eyes stared out at its audience blankly, and Zelda had to break the eye-lock with the head of the Zora King. However, her eyes had unfortunately shifted over to Midna, whose condition was not much better than the remains of King Ralis.
The Light Princess almost gave a sigh of relief when she saw that her sister at heart was fully intact; however, she soon realized she could not say the same for the mentality of the Twili. Midna's tall body was now curled up into a ball, slowly rocking itself back and forth as though trying to stop crying. Golden tears streaked the Twili's face like streams of water, and new ones were constantly being created. Sobs wracked her body with shudders which did not cease save for hiccups. Her eyes were not the beautiful red and yellow eyes Zelda had known for years; now, the yellows had been replaced with yellow tinted whites, and the reds were now reddish purples. Even her face looked paler than usual, as though she was slowly losing her deep personality. It certainly did not show itself now; the strong Midna she knew had been torn down. Why? Zelda wished she knew. Had Ganondorf done something to her, or was it only the imprisonment that drove her off the edge?
When Zelda expected to see the giant, hulking form of the Goron patriarch Darbus, she was indeed surprised when she saw a floating, wispy spirit. Unlike those of the Hylians, the spirit was as large as Zant's old body form was, and Zelda thought she could even see a body shape within the spirit. However, the image was indistinct, and the cloud of the spirit was constantly swirling. Zant's spirit, thought the princess with sorrow. What had caused Zant to leave Darbus's body? Zelda thought that Zant might be speaking to them, but none of the people present could hear his words; Link's description of his experiences stated that he could only hear the spirits while in his wolf form.
Speaking of Link…
"Ganondorf," Link said, red with rage, "you promised you return them to us in all fairness! You call this fair?" He choked on his words as he gestured at the limbs of the Zora Hero. "He's not… He's not even in one piece!" His body trembled, and Zelda wondered for a wild moment if a second Dark Link would be formed. That would really just boost the first shadow's ego.
"I simply told you I would return them if you agreed to give the Skire to me. No fairness was promised," the Gerudo King said as though he were in complete innocence. "Speaking of the Skire, would you hand it over, please, Marutha?"
Dutifully, Marutha calmly stepped past the haunting remains of the three other Heroes with the thrashing cage in her hands. The Skire stared murderously at Ganondorf as though even it was aware of his malevolence. "Marutha, no," Ashei said with a both quiet and frightening tone. "He doesn't deserve the satisfaction of getting everything he needs to win this war."
Still Marutha walked. What was going on…?
"Marutha!" Zelda's voice rang out with a pressuring air of command. "Stay in place right now!"
She walked forward without fear, as though…
No.
Oh no.
Oh Goddesses no.
"My King," she bowed as she approached the Dark Lord. Her left knee touched the damp ground, right arm over her chest.
Betrayed, Link thought hollowly. It felt like someone was squeezing his lungs relentlessly, and an anguishing pain erupted in his chest as he watched Marutha stand from her bow. Memories flashed back to the times they travelled with her in the Sacred Grove; Marutha always quietly watching, never truly helping. In the final battle, Marutha had helped finish the monster, healed their wounds so that they would reach their goal and leave the ancient groves…
Everything was clear now. But Link wished it wasn't so lucid.
"Thank you, Marutha," Ganondorf smiled at her. Link could only guess she smiled back before to turned back to face the shocked Heroes and the Resistance. Link almost yelled out when she turned, because as she did, her Twili image had melted away into the body of a young Gerudo woman: bright red hair, large pointy nose, sharp golden eyes. Her body was slim and nearly devoid of muscle, but her magic made up for the lack of her physical strength. Her skin, though, was still grayish instead of being completely tan like a true Gerudo.
How had she deceived them in so many ways?
"Marutha," Ganondorf began warningly, presumably cautioning her not to reveal her true form, but the medic waved him off, apparently wanting to speak words of her own. To Link's surprise, Ganondorf fell silent.
"Listen well, Hylians," she said in a strong clear voice, contrary to the quiet, calmness aura that she had always emanated before. "The history of light and shadow are still being written in blood, in a book that will be told in form of fairytale for centuries to come, by the greatest writers of all. We will win this war, I assure you. And don't you forget it." She gestured at what little was left of the other three Heroes. "Just look at what the Lord has been able to accomplish in two nights. Ralis dead, Midna literally driven insane, Zant reduced to a floating spirit. I alone stole the Skire away from you, and also killed the girl the Blue-Eyed Beast loves."
He flinched.
Marutha looked straight into the eyes of the Light Princess now, which startled her. "You were fools to trust all of us Twili. Yes, we were once entirely peaceful, anger not even existing in our minds. But Zant's reign opened many of our eyes; the Twili are beginning to follow his example. I caution you to take care, Princess Zelda, in your future endeavours." Turning away from her, Marutha snapped her fingers, making the Skire's cage dissolve into the air. Which of course signalled that even though she had become Gerudo, she still had magic in her blood.
"But you speak as though you are Twili, and look at yourself!" Auru blurted out with frantic motions of his arms. "The spitting image of a Gerudo!"
Marutha's death glare turned on him. "I am Twili, fool. However, remember that the Twili are descendants of the thieves of various races that reside in this land. If our people weren't immersed in the darkness of the Twilight Realm, we would look exactly the same as your peoples. The shadows dulled our skin, made us far too accustomed to the dark. I have been drenched in the sunlight of your Light World long enough so that I have begun to take back the form I would've been, were I not Twili. Don't be surprised if you wake up one day and all of your Twili, the fools that are on your side, have transformed back into their original form."
She looked at her true lord, stating, "I will take my leave now. Do with them what you will, and meet me at the Castle." With a spin on her toes, Marutha disappeared, not even creating twilight squares to teleport.
Was she actually still a Twili?
Ganondorf cleared his throat. "So."
"So," replied Link defiantly.
"All I have to say is… good luck fighting us. Marutha is more powerful than she seems. And so am I. I am collecting talented allies, Heroes," he smirked, "allies that will make this much more interesting." He began to walk back into the blanket of shadow from the dense forest before he stopped, half his body melted into the shadows and half of it still in the light. He turned slowly and said, "Today, Link, you have earned another enemy that you will not be able to defeat."
"And who might that be?" snapped Telma, tears on her face from everything she had learned in the past two minutes.
"…Someone who is a friend of yours and is also a terrible enemy. Someone who despises me, but also someone who supports my cause." Link saw his chin lift slightly to the trees, and then he walked away into the underbrush. Then all at once, he could no longer see Ganondorf's figure.
That left the others alone. And silent too. Very, very silent, until Zelda began to weep. She sank to her knees slowly to the heap of blood and bones that was once the body of King Ralis. His detached head stared back at her, but Link saw no fear in her eyes, only loss. She bent over with a horrible sorrow, her tears falling and mixing with the crimson liquid that had once belonged inside the veins of the Zora. "Why?" she whispered, and the others came closer to her not only to comfort her but to listen to her words. "Why did the Goddesses give Ralis this fate if he was one of the Chosen Heroes? Are all of us Heroes doomed to be reduced to this? A pile of limbs?"
Silence seemed to enjoy lingering.
"Perhaps…" Link whispered, barely heard even in silence. "Perhaps we should contact the Twilight Monarchs."
Heads snapped up from the sight of Ralis's bloody remains to Link's melancholic face. "What good'll that do?" Ashei snorted before anyone else could state their opinion, apparently not quite affected by the Heroes' terrible state. "They'll just weep in front of us and tell us to continue on our 'Legendary War.' And we would do that anyway, yeah?"
Link couldn't hunt down the energy inside him to argue back at Ashei. He just couldn't find it within himself; the sudden appearance of his friends had silenced him. Luckily, the others of the Resistance could find words to counter Ashei.
Telma's face hardened. "Ashei, it would do you good to show the sensitive side of you. And besides, the Monarchs might actually help us more than you think."
"And pray tell, dear bartender, how would they help us?" the mountain girl raised an eyebrow.
Auru's crossed his arms over his chest, his head tilting downward, deep in thought. "They've been dead for centuries now, only observing and watching over the living. I do believe that the wisdom that they have in their heads will be able to conjure some kind of advice for us. Whether it be simply to tell us to persevere or to tell us some other royalty-threatening prophecy, I think it would be quite worth the trouble to listen to their words. The death of one of the Heroes cannot be ignored; even if we try to hide Ralis's absence, rumours will spread. Some may be blasphemy, but some will have the ring of truth. We can ask the Monarchs for advice on what to do next, and to see if what we plan to do is doable."
"I highly doubt it," Zelda said softly from the ground she still knelt upon. She stared at Ralis's still frightened face with wide eyes as if to dry them out. "The Monarchs themselves already stated that each Hero is required to bring Ganondorf down this time around. We… We've already lost this war, haven't we?"
"There is still hope," Shad stated harshly. "But there may be trouble. We can still win this! But it will come in small steps, Princess; we must focus on the now and keep our heads high. How will we call upon the Monarchs? They are most likely deep in slumber inside the confines of Death Mountain. Is there a way to call them without entering the Goron's domain?"
"Even if there is," Ashei said, "we can't rely on anyone to call them, you see? If we want to contact 'em, we'll have to have aid from a Twili. Marutha just said that many of the Twili are spies. They could fake their contact and tell us they have left from the Goron elders' bodies, or some similar lie. And for the two twilight dwellers we can trust the most…" She looked over at the pitiful Midna and Zant.
"You're right," Rusl realized. "However, there is one way we can contact them." Link heard Rusl's knuckles crack, and saw his eyes flash with a battler's fiery passion. "We can take Death Mountain back from the Goron-Twili by force, and from there, we can ask the Monarchs for the next course of action."
"It…" Link finally spoke, albeit weakly. No one was quite used to this tone from Link. "That seems so far away. Hyrule hasn't engaged in war for… centuries… And this one is against herself…"
"We cannot lose hope, Link! We must have a warrior's faith in ourselves, or Hyrule will surely fall. Right now, they may have the edge, but–"
Rusl's moving words were dramatically interrupted by an ear-shattering scream, and it took Link a few moments to realize with horror that Midna had released the shriek. She had suddenly leapt to her feet, eyes wide open at the sight of Ralis's remains. Backing away from them, she screamed something again, this time in the alien Twili language. She began to edge toward the forest in fear, as though staying with this group of strangers was unbearable. It probably was for the crazed Twilight Princess. "Mmhmmph," Midna whimpered at them. None of the people around her knew what to do.
During their bewilderment, she turned to the forest, and went into a full-out run. Her stride was unsteady, as though she would fall over, but she flew like the wind, not caring about the branches that tore at her body. She hadn't even remembered that she was a Twili, able to use portals to leave…
"Midna, no!" Link shouted. He took off after her in a somewhat steadier run before anyone could stop him, the Master Sword slashing through the underbrush to make way for its wielder. Within seconds, both had disappeared into the shadow of the woods. But everyone could hear Midna's haunting screams.
"Link! Midna!" Zelda felt her heart being crushed by a horrible sense of loss. She had the feeling that her sister at heart and saviour would not return for hours, and it pained her heart.
She almost leapt over Ralis's body to pursue them, but Rusl held her back, Ashei restrained her thrashing arms and legs. "Princess, get a hold of yourself!" Ashei spat into her face. When still she writhed to get free, Rusl continued for Ashei, "Zelda, Link will retrieve her! He's competent enough to look for her himself. Calm down. We cannot afford to lose you in there!"
"Let go! We need them back! We… we need them… back…" Her words had begun in a yell in a flurry of kicking legs, but her words had ended in sobs. She stopped moving, save for the tremors that wracked her body as she wept.
"We… need…them…" she whispered one last time before her view of everything around her was replaced with blackness.
Link felt déjà vu.
He had seen this forest before, in his dreams where the forest had swallowed him in darkness. But this time, only Midna was in danger. Danger of utterly losing herself.
"Midna!" he yelled, his voice hoarse for yelling so much, so loudly. It had been over an hour now that Link had been searching for her, and the young Hero began to wonder how Midna could hide herself so well in insanity. "Midna! Where are you?" Then he began to wonder if the Twilight Princess could even remember her own name. His frenzied run had slowed now, and he was beginning to lose hope. How could she have escaped so quickly? Where was she?
"Midna," he whispered to the darkness, hoping for an answer. This time, he wouldn't mind that chorus of voices, if they only told him where his friend was. His legs stopped running now, and his shaky knees sank to the earth. And in his solitude, he did not mind letting loose his tears.
"Midna."
Midna, Midna, Midna.
Side note: You might hate me for putting more weight onto Midna's predicament, but Ralis is a bit less close to the group.
Hate me all you want for that cliffhanger, etc, but put that aside and pray that I update the next one a tad faster than I did this time. =]
