Back at Hyrule Castle, Ghirahim and Zant were about to put the next phase of their plan into motion.
"We're going to go over this one more time Zant! If you ask one more question, I'm going to lose my composure! Do I make myself clear"?! Ghirahim asked, irritated.
"Yes…Master" Zant replied.
"First, we split them up. Then, we pick them off one by one. We capture the Princesses, and we dispose of the fox and the wolf. Then, we begin phase three". Ghirahim explained.
"Uh..Master"? Zant asked nervously.
"What"? Ghirahim asked, almost losing his temper.
"I think you've made a mistake.." Zant continued.
"And what mistake have I made"?! Ghirahim yelled. He summoned his sword and held it at Zant's throat.
"I think you…mixed up…gah…the Princesses. There are two of them, and they're twins". Zant managed to say as he almost choked.
Ghirahim was about to speak when he realized that Zant was right. Zant was a Twili himself and would probably be able to tell them apart.
"If this is true Zant, then why didn't you tell me when we first captured the younger girl"?! Ghirahim questioned as he pulled back his sword to strike.
Zant fell on his knees and pleaded for his life.
"Please Master, have mercy. I didn't know your plans at the time. I could have told you that it was Ivena if you'd only asked. The one you're looking for is Midna. She is the one who stole my rightful throne! She is the one who we need for the ritual as well as Zelda. She is the descendent of this spirit maiden you have spoken of" Zant explained pleadingly.
Ghirahim put his sword away and thought of Zant's words. Figuring out what he must do next, Ghirahim replied.
"I will spare your life…for now. You have corrected my..I mean your mistake. Now, tell me everything about these ladies. I want to know as much as possible." Ghirahim replied creepily.
A few hours later in the Gerudo Desert, Tobonor was alone. After the cloud of Twilight came, all the guards had disappeared as well as his tutors. He was sitting and crying in his room. He had only heard about the Twilight from his history studies, but he'd never believed that he would have to endure it.
Why was he alone? Where did everyone go? Why was he still there while the others disappeared? These were the questions that spun in his head. He had no idea how long he had been crying, but at some point he heard a noise. He looked up to find someone in front of him. It was a pale man with diamond covered clothes, white hair, and a red cloak. He held out his hand to Tobonor.
"Come child, there is no need to cry. I can explain everything" the man said.
Tobonor was hesitant at first, but he grabbed the man's hand and pulled himself off the floor.
"That's a good boy. Now, tell me, why are you crying"? The man asked.
Tobonor stayed silent.
"Quiet are we? Will it make you feel better if I take you to the Castle"? The man continued. Tobonor thought about it. He had never been anywhere except the desert camp. Plus, he had been told that his mother lived in the Castle. He had only seen her a few times, but he felt as if he could really use her comfort right now. So, Tobonor nodded his head. The man smiled unsettlingly, and Tobonor briefly regretted his decision, but after teleporting to the Castle, he saw his mother. He ran toward her, but something was wrong. Her skin was pale and cold and covered in strange markings. Her eyes opened to reveal blank, white, pupil-less eyes. He screamed and ran away, but the man teleported in front of him.
"What's the matter? Afraid of your own mother"? The man teased.
"Take me back home," Tobonor weakly demanded.
"Oh, it's too late for that," The man replied with a sinister grin.
"You may as well get to know me, because we will be spending a lot of time together. My name is Ghirahim, although I like to be indulged with my full title Demon Lord Ghirahim. I won't be picky though, and if I may ask, what is your name little one"? Ghirahim continued.
"T..Tobonor" Tobonor stuttered.
"Well Tobonor, it's time I tell you your true history and parentage" Ghirahim said.