Red strings of lightning flitted slowly through the watery pool, barely reflecting the two fixed eyes above. Midna hadn't blinked for hours in her silent, futile standoff with the substance that made her life so wrecked. Spells of panic would come over her periodically, acute claustrophobia, fear of everything extreme- but aversion to the pain kept her rooted to the stone below and in constant battle with the pool. She'd talked to the damn seeing-puddle so much, recently. Though, come to think of it, her talking had gotten to be more like screaming and cursing and fighting…
Stupid, she supposed, to fight with something that couldn't fight back. Then again, the Light world hadn't fought back against her precious Twilight- not until that furry puppy-boy had come along, and she'd graciously offered her own help.
Of course, that Twilight hadn't been her Twilight- that had been Zant's sick Lighted-Twilight, courtesy of his fake god. Ganondorf, the shiny-wizard thing, had gotten his hands on some serious power; Midna ran the final moments of that castle over in her mind- the radiating insides of that dark relic, the brief understanding of some eternal freedom as her body pulsed with its own magic, then the fire.
The fire of that Light wizard, the scorch of his forced light- she fought through that, focusing as she never needed before that point, her vision in perfect understanding within that helmet. That ball of fire, angry and evil, filled every space in the absentee-Princess's tower, and tried to force itself through her. And when she wouldn't let it…
Midna allowed herself to think elsewhere, back to blaming the pool rather than the ghost of some power-hungry idiot not even from her world. That threesome, the Princess, the Peasant, and the Wizard, had quite the little scheme going with that Tri-Force. Simply ignore the injustices done to anyone un-blest by the Light-goddesses! If only Twili history could do the same. Already, Zant's puppetry and invasion of the light world had etched its way into the stone canvases.
More painfully, her own failure to defeat the Light Wizard had also been permanently engraved in effervescent blue. Damn this stupid pool for sending her to that god-riddled, sunny, too-hot, too-bright, ghost-filled, passive world!
"Why did you pick me?!" She screamed, shrill and impassioned into the self sustained light of the pool. The pool, the pool, why did she keep coming back to this stupid pool? The pool couldn't bring back her dignity, not after her disgrace as that ugly imp, not after consorting with the treacherous light-dwellers, not after her failure against that … giant face of flames. No! That sword-wielding wolfie and the glowing Light-chick had to do that for her.
If they could have killed him, why banish him in the first place? If they'd just been thorough to begin with, she'd never have been morphed into that disproportioned gremlin, or thrown through the damn mirror into the light, or nearly killed by a giant glowing snake! Spirit or not, she still felt the distinct need to chop that stupid thing's head clean off.
Imp-ness hadn't been so very disappointing, she supposed. She'd always wished she could be smaller, more agile. Her features might have been proportioned by a blind man, but that elfish thing had become part of her being. Zant, or Zant's magic rather, tricked her into that body, too tight, and once she'd grown used to her perverted Twili suit, she'd made herself fond. She sneered at the all seeing pool, she remembered, and teased it. This is not the face you chose! She'd enlighten to the dim shimmers and vast intense darkness face-to-surface, but the damn magic had washed away her hiding face and pulled her back into the leader's body.
She'd still been the poorly-titled princess when her caterpillar morph had floated and spoken, despite how she wished to trick herself.
For the first time in hours, days, she shook her head. Something that Zelda had said irked her… at the close of her stay in the sun. Momentarily preoccupied with how to make that exit quick and painless, she hadn't taken to heart the blonde-one's antics. Sure, the Hyrulean princess always spoke eloquently, and with a purpose, and without error, but she'd been hoping for something slightly less deep.
Light and Shadow are two sides of the same coin... Such a sentiment was very sweet and appropriate and politic during their parting, but somehow it meant more to her now, significantly more than the possess-able girl could imagine it to be.
Midna eyed the pool again, carefully, trying to discern the reality of her discernment. Light comes during the day, darkness during the night, but dusk and dawn exist only for the bridge between the two stages. She stared at the throne-room's remodeled ceiling through the reflection in the pool. The sky's red and blue streaks calmed her, placated her mind.
If she called the day "Light," and "Twilight" dusk and dawn, then… where would the darkness of night exist?
The pool moved and swirled, finally with something to tell her.