Author's Note: Sorry for the shortness…had to get to bed. Almost eleven, ya know, and I had to leave it at a nice lil' cliffy. :)

"Milady! Milady, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but Kulak is in the Great Hall, awaiting your arrival!"

Midna awoke, her heart thundering, to her guard's gruff voice. Kulak, Prince of the Shadow People? She questioned her servant's voice. Had he misspoken? It was such a long journey from their domain to the Twili's. Nevertheless, she rose without a word and dressed in a long, satin dress which had long, black sleeves and a long V neck. It stopped at Midna's knees; standard formal wear.

She walked out into the hallway, greeted by twelve guards, all fully suited in shiny suits of armor. "What's going on?"

"The Shadow People are under siege," One guard explained. "The Prince has come to ask if he and as many survivors—"

"Survivors? Under siege?" Midna hissed, frantically searched through her memory to see who could have done this. Rebels? No, it couldn't be. "Lead me to him."

The guards led Midna, silently conversing with herself, into the Grand Hall. She gasped when she gazed at the Prince, sitting at the end of the table. He wore a long black trench coat with black leggings and a white undershirt that was smeared with ash. Midna looked at his face, also smeared with ash, and tried to look calm.

"I'm very sorry to intrude at this inconvenient time, but I have a favor to ask of you. May my people take refuge here?" Kulak asked, calm as always. His deep blue skin, darker than the Twili's, looked black.

"Of course," Midna smiled at him. "But first, tell me what's going on!" She exclaimed.

"It's a very long story, but The Dark have…invaded. I'm afraid we were terribly under armed. We had to evacuate. We began our journey here about three days ago. We left at night, though it didn't matter—the flames lit the entire sky. We weren't followed; we made sure."

"Great. How many did you bring?" Midna asked, sarcastically at first, but then serious.

"About three hundred…So many were already dead, plus I couldn't warp them all," Kulak sighed sadly. Of course he was sad. His people were slaughtered, his kingdom in flames, his friends and family possibly gone…

"Alright, then. Guards, I need you to order some servants to take the emergency Sols out and put them in the east wing," Midna called.

"We brought a few our selves, Princess Midna," Kulak said quickly.

"Good- please use them, instead, guards."

(***)

Things went on as normal, but the east wing of the palace was now occupied with Kulak's people. Today was the day they planned to warp themselves, along with a few guards, to the ruined city Coyla. By now, The Dark would be long gone.

Midna turned and asked, "Are you ready?"

Her guards nodded. "Kulak?"

"Ready," he said.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the Shadow Palace. Midna felt the smooth particles of Twilight sweep her away. She opened her eyes and she was at her destination.

Midna ushered everyone forward. They made a line and started into the palace, Midna and Kulak in the back. They stepped through a surprisingly preserved door and realized it was a servant's room. There was no one there. The guards, uninterested, turned around. As soon as the last guard was outside, Kulak stepped forward to leave.

Slam!

The door shut in front of him. No one had pulled it closed, and Kulak certainly didn't shut it himself. The door closed itself.

"So you guys finally came," A female, menacing voice said.

A figure stepped from behind the dresser in the corner.