Author's Note: Ugh! I've been forgetting—I DO NOT OWN LOZ! I just enjoy skipping disclaimers, LOL. Well, here's another chapter, and I hope you all enjoy it. More writing…yay!

"Milady, your food is being served. Shall I escort you to the Great Hall?" A guard asked politely, tapping Midna on the shoulder.

Midna nodded, snapping out of her pain-induced trance. She followed closely behind the guard, wincing when he opened the large doors to the castle.

He laughed softly. "Always uneasy when I open the doors," he mumbled.

"Mhm," Midna mumbled back, turning a corner and then frowning. A girl, around twelve years old, was crying in a chair. "What's wrong?" Midna knelt beside her, pulling her hood down to reveal her flame red hair and perfect face.

"Princess, I…"--the girl paused to wipe her tears away—"my father sent me here to become a servant. Where…can I find the servant's quarters?"

Midna cleared her throat. "Up the hall and to the right. There is an elderly woman at a desk. She will help you around. Would you like me to come with you?" Midna grinned slightly.

The girl wiped her face off again, brushing away her black hair, a color rarely seen in the Twili realm. "You, Princess? Really?" the girl beamed, awe-struck. "Isn't it meal time, Milady?"

"Yes, but it's not out of my way. And besides, we wouldn't want you to get lost, would we?" Midna smiled again, standing up and then offering a hand to the girl. "What is your name?"

"My name is Sonia, Princess."

And so the two walked to the Servant's area, and then Midna bid the girl goodbye. So rarely did children come to become a servant! It shocked Midna that a parent would do such a thing. Her own father sending her away. Is this the fate of the new Twili generation?

"How sad," Midna mumbled as she walked into the Great Hall. It was the last meal of the day—a large loaf of bread with a large pot of rabbit stew and of course a large hunk of cheese with wine.

Interestingly enough, the Twili Realm had the same animals as the Light Realm. They were harder to find and shy in the Twili Realm, though, but the meat! Oh, the meat was so delicious for everyone that had the chance to eat it. Most villagers hunt their own if they can, but Midna had a fair share of these expensive meats.

Midna brushed away a strand of red hair and sat down, placing her napkin on her lap and grabbing a fork. She dropped it, and before it hit the ground, her "hair" had caught it and handed it to Midna's left hand. She had always wondered why she was the only one with an extra hand when she was younger. Now she knew—it was because she was of royal blood. Royals had abilities.

At the final meal of the day, it was customary for royals to have wine. Midna had never cared for it, and sometimes would excuse herself before she finished drinking it. Her mother had taught her better, but she was young then. And, her other problem with it was that she had a bad experience when she was new to the throne.

She was fourteen. One day, a former High Council member had joined them and had had multiple glasses of wine; he was obviously fond of it. He suddenly stood up, shouting, "How dare you all sit here and obey this GIRL! She is a fake, an impersonation of royalty! Do you not see this, fools?" He pulled the table cloth out from the table, spilling the plates of food and elegant, purple-dyed candles along with everything else onto the floor. Her guards stood up to escort he crazed man out. He continued ranting as they pulled him out. Midna had felt shaken; not scared, but shaken.

But she shook the memory away and drank her glass of red wine with her food. The meat tasted wonderful, but she longed for the pleasant company of Link. She shoved the thought out of her mind. Midna couldn't tell if she could hold her face straight when she thought about him.

After everyone finished eating, Midna stood up and excused herself. Her guards accompanied her to her bedroom and stood at the door. She closed the door and then smiled. Her servants had made her bed and set out a towel. In her bathroom, which was joined to her room, a large tub full of steaming hot water was waiting for her.

Midna often enjoyed her evening baths, but today the silence was not helping her forget about Link. She still remembered his voice, his rough hands, his beautiful eyes…

I can't do this anymore. This is going to slowly kill me. I have to forget…I just have to. But deep inside, Midna knew that she didn't want to let go of him. She had to shatter the mirror because there were people in the Twili realm that believed Light-dwellers were the enemy. The ones that caused all of their problems. They were the hateful ones—the ones that killed. But now she asked herself why she didn't shatter the mirror, but stay with him. "So selfish," she muttered.

Midna stepped out of her bath and put her wet hair in her usual style, so it would dry in place. She then shut her window, pulling some black curtains over it. She put her nightgown on and had a few sips of her lukewarm tea. It tasted like oranges tonight.

Tonight, Midna decided to read for a while. She kept some candles on her nightstand, but never had any matches. She could light almost anything on fire with a blink of her eyes, and she did just that, lighting her bed partially. Midna reached for her book, which she hadn't read since she left the Twili realm. It was titled, "Twili History: What Lies Beyond us", and was a wonderful read, as she remembered it. She reached into a drawer of her nightstand and pulled it out—a red leather cover with pieces of purple fabric for text. It was written a few months before she shattered the mirror.

There was never enough light when her candle was on her nightstand. Midna mentally commanded her hair to pick it up and hold it next to her. It did so, and Midna started where she left off.

"While we do not know why there is another realm, there certainly is one. As most of us know, we come from the Light Realm, but some of us have inherited powers from the Goddesses of Shadow. While there are only three alive at one time, we call them royalty. One that is currently alive is Princess of the Twili, Midna. Another, the Prince of the Shadow People is called Kulak. The other is the ruler of a small population that little is known about—her name is Jauli, Ruler of the Dark. A special ceremony is called for to get into this civilization, and many kidnappings are supposedly originating from them. We cannot entirely blame them for our own mishaps; though they may be connected to many crimes.

An odd connection through the realms is that our Royal Three have markings, as do the three in the Light Realm. Little is known about the matter, but this marking, in the Light Realm, is called a Triforce. The light-dweller's religion is not known about and therefore is not in this text, though I ponder whether they believe in Goddesses, also.

Another commonly asked question is this: why is our skin different than theirs? We come from that realm, so why would it be different? As we know, here there is no night, nor day. Could the light change our skin? We do not know.

An interesting bit of little-known history is that we supposedly were banished from the Light Realm, and started out with white skin. The first Queen was named Asheni, a quite unusual name for a Twili. She, supposedly, was directly banished from the Light Realm and started off with white skin, just as the theory above states.

Our population has swelled in the past centuries. We all started out as one group, the Twili. Now we are three, led by gifted rulers. But the question is such; what are the customs of the other two groups? The Shadow People are friendly towards us and engage in activity such as trade frequently. The Dark have appeared hostile towards us and we tend to stray away from them. The only small amount of writing on them is this—Yali, one of the previous Twili Queens discovered this along with a charred body of her sister.

I write this with haste, for my execution has come close. Sister, do not grieve for me, I was foolish to think I could get near them without consequence. They wear long dresses and the men wear cloaks. They execute anyone who does not wish to join them…and then they give the body back to the ruler of the realm they came from. Maybe this will burn with me, but I pray that it will stay wet, with my tears of hate keeping it from death. Do not send anyone after me for revenge; they have grown in number since my arrival… If you are near them, they will burn you alive as they will do me. Stay away, sister. These people are not to be trifled with."

Midna shut the book. To think, her own sister brutally murdered…alone. Is that the fate of the people I love? And so little is known about the Dark! They could be planning an attack at any second. She slid under her covers and shut her eyes.