Okays Ladies and Gents, I have another chapter for you guys. I was sooo happy when I got so much positive reinforcement and criticism. So, thanks to my readers, you guys have influenced me to write more. Thanks so much!

A few quick notes so you understand this chapter...

1) Don't ask me how Zelda warped her and Link there. She just did.

2) I totally made up Zelda's tale about the two people and the mirror. I might be off on facts and such, but for the most part, don't bug me unless something is REALLY wrong.

3) Since this story is 3 months after Midna went into the mirror, Link and Midna both must have had some inner conflict about if they really loved each other or not. So let's just say they did.

I hope that clears things up. Enjoy!

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Link opened his eyes.

He was in a strange room; it was old-looking, and as if a huge battle took place within it's worn-down walls. He rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't dreaming, or seeing things.

"Come," he heard a voice say. Zelda. He saw her deep blue eyes flash in the darkness. She beckoned him. He followed her.

She led him into a smaller room. It was lit up, and Link could finally tell where he was. He was in the Lost Temple, a temple said to have been fictional, and only existed when Link's ancestors existed. Many stories were pasted down for centuries, saying that the temple was cursed with many fowl creatures that roamed the corridors. A deep secret was forever locked away inside of the underground temple, a secret that was so powerful, the past rulers of Hyrule had to lock it away.

So how did Zelda get in here? And how did she even know about this place?

"Link, look." Zelda pointed to writing on the north wall of the room. It was in an ancient language, and Link could barely read Hylian to start.

"Uh, Princess, I'm confused. Why are we in the Lost Temple? Isn't this place suppose to be nonexistent? Besides, I can't even read that."

"That, Link, is an ancient language called Twili. Sound familiar?"

Link nodded. "So, this was written by the ancient Twili. What does it say?"

"They are instructions. For a portal. A portal to the world of Twilight. There is a tale past down that I have remembered, because I thought it was so ...captivating. It was the story of two people much in love, named Neyhn and Taya. Neyhn was a Twili, who often visited the light world for business. Then, one day, he fell in love with a beautiful human named Taya. They were in fact in love, and they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together."

Zelda paused, running her hand across the wall, trying to rid the dust from the wall's grooves. "But they couldn't. Right before Neyhn was going to settle down here in Hyrule, the people of the twilight were banished. Taya, who was completely town, vowed she would see Neyhn again. She was a brilliant woman, she even tried to replicate the mirror of twilight to gain entry to their world."

"Did she succeed?" Link asked.

Zelda shook her head, "I'm afraid she didn't. She tried all of her life, you know that? She lived 30 years more, spending every day in this room, writing on the wall. This was her home, once."

"So is that what the writing on the wall says? How to build the mirror?"

"Yes. However, it's incomplete. There are three parts that she could never retrieve: the glass of the mirror, which was made by the finest glass maker in Hyrule. The spell, to activate the mirror. And last, her hope."

"Hope? Literally, or figuratively?"

"I'm not quite sure. But it seems to me that this woman had no hope left after she figured out how to built the mirror. She died soon after. She was about 50." Zelda frowned, looking like she went into a depression.

"Are you okay your highness?"

She sighed, "I'm fine. But Link. You have to promise me. If you retrieve these items, or die trying, you will never give up hope."

Link gave the Princess a warm smile, "Of course, Princess. The only thing that will make me happy is to see Midna again."

"And Princess."

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

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Midna saddled up the finest horse in all of her land, a horse named Fiero. He was a strong beast, with his mane as thick at the soup Midna ate for lunch. His coat was black as the Twilight itself. The beast was big, about 17 hands, closer to 18. His eyes were orange-red and glowed; they were simply hypnotizing.

Fiero let out a neigh as Midna pated his huge head before leaping up onto his back. She steered his reins around in the right direction. "Alright, let's go. I hope you aren't as useless as Link was when he was a wolf."

Again, with the bitterness. Why did she have to do that? Criticize others all the time? Enough nonsense, Midna thought. I have to concentrate on getting to my destination. She searched her mind through her memories and tried to remember where exactly her destination was. The gods and goddesses had a spiritual lake, in between her kingdom and her rival kingdom. It was forbidden to fight anywhere near the lake, so it was often peaceful, and where other kingdoms can negotiate without killing each other.

That's where she needed to go if she was going to find out if she really needed to get married any day soon. She also wanted to ask about Link. Both Shadow and LIght spirits are intertwined, knowing everything about both worlds. Of course, she couldn't do anything about seeing him, but just to know if he was alive and well, she would be at ease.

Fiero galloped for hours, taking short water breaks now and then. He was a very fit animal, and he didn't tire easily. Midna was the one who was tired. She hadn't ridden a horse for real in ages, and she was going to feel this tomorrow morning.

She figured it was time to camp for the night, seeing as the lake was about three days away, depending on the obstacles you encounter on your way there. She tied up Fiero to a dead tree, and she stared up at the Twilight. It was beautiful at this time of day, and Midna's thoughts often drifted looking up at it.

Sometimes, she wished she had never been born royal. That she was never a princess. That she had never met Link. Her love, her pain, it was too much for her heart to carry. But this was going to be a journey to lift her heart up. To give her hope again.

Leaving the kingdom for Juivo to look over wasn't probably the smartest idea. But she didn't trust many people. She trusted Juivo. Besides, what could happen? He wasn't aloud to make any orders. And if there was a major emergency, he could always turn to her War Master. He would be the next in line for the throne, if, goddesses forbid, she passed away.

Midna finally drifted off into a light sleep. It wasn't for a few hours later that she woke up suddenly.

She was drenched in sweat, and her head was pounding. What had happened? But she did have a nightmare. It was only a dream, nothing more.

While jumping on to Fiero, she couldn't stop thinking of her nightmare. Black figures, everywhere. She was in her throne room. They attacked her. But they didn't, they hit something else.

Link.

This trip needed to be over, and fast. She needed to get back to her kingdom before something like that did happen.

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So, not the longest chapter, sorry. I may write some more tonight and tomorrow and hopefully get another chapter up soon. I have everything planned out, mapped out, everything. For once. Usually for stories I kind of just do what I'm thinking of at the moment, but it isn't the best idea, since I have the worst short term memory ever.

Reviews are GREATLY appreciated :D

-Sichi