Author's Note: Okay, wow. I'm so excited about where this story is going! I was looking through my old chapters, and I noticed they were boring, but at least they weren't that crappy. I don't think I'll do any revisions on 'em. Alright, here's Midna's POV. By the way, I am doing dreams in PRESENT TENSE because it is in the present, LOL. I may not be great at it, but I want to, so here I go.

Zelda runs ahead of me in glee, trying to catch up to Link. He has gone up a hill in Hyrule Field to see if the coast is clear of monsters.

I try to run faster, but trip and fall. As I start to get up, I hear a shriek of agony and I sprint up the hill. Zelda and Link are out of view, and this worries me. What are they doing?

Zelda is sobbing. In front of her is Link, and he looks fine until I see the rows of needles in his chest. I desperately try to pull them out, but he's not breathing anymore.

I feel a sharp, agonizing pain in my back and pull out one needle. I don't even notice that Zelda has stopped sobbing until I hear a voice. "You can't save them. They are dead, their Trforces have gone to me." A woman in a blue suit with red eyes smirks at me. She holds up a hand and smiles. "Both Wisdom and Courage…now, for Power, but first, to take care of you," she says.

All I see is the flick of her hand as needles fly at me, then nothing.

My breath is shallow. I can't move; I can't see! Help me!

"Link," I breathed, reaching out for him. I bit my lip and told myself it was just a dream, but I still needed to make sure that he was okay. Morning sunlight—or rather, morning cloud cover—came through the basement entrance, casting a faint glow upon the floor.

"You okay?" He whispered.

"Yeah, it was just a dream," I said, careful not to sound shaky. I didn't want to remember it.

"What about?"

"It's unimportant. Go back to sleep," I murmured, but I hoped that he would stay awake. I didn't want to be alone, lost in tormenting dreams. I fought the urge to run upstairs and silently murder Sheik. I could make it look like she had frozen…that would be good.

Link started to snore a few minutes later, and I eased my hand out of his and climbed up the ladder. I looked at Sheik's sleeping area, and it was empty. I clenched my fists and cursed myself for trusting her. Worthless assassin.

I heard a small clang and I tiptoed to the door-cover. I opened it and saw nothing. I put it back and was about to head downstairs when I heard footsteps coming from the fireplace area. I whirled and there was Sheik, trying not to look amused.

"I've been behind you for a minute now," Sheik winked at me, and I scowled. She turned back to the fire, where a massive omelet was being cooked on an iron pan that Link must have had laying around somewhere. I was surprised—maybe it was poison, though. I'd wait for her to take a bite first.

"Where'd you get those eggs?" I hissed, quietly enough so Éléazar wouldn't wake up.

"I went into the village and grabbed some from the nests there," Sheik explained.

"You went into the village?"

"In the middle of the night. No one saw me," She added.

"Don't do that again. Ever."

"Whatever you say," Sheik said. "You didn't notice?"

"Notice what?" I was out of patience with this woman. With the wrong words, she would be sent flying with a blast of Twili magic.

"Nothing, just messing with you," Sheik smiled at me. I don't know if she was being friendly or provocative.

I took on the job of waking everyone up. Kulak awoke disoriented, not knowing where he was. After I explained that to him, I headed upstairs to the loft. Éléazar awoke, and he looked tired. I smiled at him, making sure he got the message—I won't hurt you—and wasn't afraid of me.

After breakfast, I asked Link what the villagers knew. "They know it's not safe to go outside the village," He explained. "Anyway, we usually stick to our town."

I rolled my eyes. "You and your Hylians. Anyway, I'll be downstairs, trying to clean the basement up," I said. Cleaning was the second best thing to a warm bath in a marble tub—a former luxury—to soothe the nerves. I would have to show Link the Twili style of how to warm up a tub of water; I could have made the omelet this morning way faster. But I, too, needed to learn Hylian things. I still hadn't decided what I would do when this was all over, but it didn't involve me leaving Link again.

"Link, you need to do some laundry," I called over my shoulder as I passed through the room where the ladder to the basement was. An entire basket was stuffed full of clothes. I heard him call a faint 'yes' back, but that may have been me imagining his voice.

Even though I had been sleeping down in the basement for two nights, it was amazingly dirty. Bookshelves with old, dusty books were everywhere and so were paintings—mostly of the townsfolk, but some were of Link himself. They were quite good. Odd, I thought to myself, a book with only a Triforce on the cover. I opened it, at random, to the fifth page.

It was a novel, written a century ago about a man with a Triforce. I doubt it had ever been read—the pages were in tact and unwrinkled. The book explained a war amongst Hylians and how a man named Kiel killed the one who fueled it all, and the war stopped. I felt like I had read it before, but I hadn't. Maybe I just felt like I should have read it before.

I heard footsteps and quickly slammed the book shut, putting it in one pile and then grabbing another pile of books. Some titles jumped out at me: Zelda's Amazing Rule, The History of Hyrule. I would have to read some of them, if I had the chance. Then an unpleasant thought sprung to mind: Lilisians weren't stupid—they knew how to read Hylian. Eventually they would follow a map here, to this small village, and when they did we would fight.

But we would let them attack first. It gave them the element of surprise, but we were more than ready for some Lilisian-killing.

"Link, you have spiders down here!" I called. A small black one tried to scurry onto my bare leg; I was back in my royal robes once more. I blew it off and away from me, not wanting to kill the helpless thing.

"In the Light Realm, there are always spiders," came his rhetorical response.

Surprised that he was so close by, I whirled around, knocking over a book, and catching it with my hair in one fluid motion. Link grinned at me. "That's so cool," he commented. I grinned back and put the book on the shelf.

"I'll come back to this later. Seriously, Link, you need to clean more often." I started to head up the ladder in front of Link. I was surprised by how rough the ladder was, but then again I couldn't count how many rough shoed people had come down and up it.

"What was that?" Link asked, stopping at the top of the ladder. His blue eyes glowed eerily in the afternoon light.

"What was what?" I responded, brushing my hair from my eyes. He heaved himself off the ladder and looked around.

Something dark caught my eye in the basement. Within a second, it disappeared again. The sound of a heel on wood, although quiet, told me all I needed to know. "Get your sword, Link. And tell everyone to get here—fast," I whispered. Link nodded and hurried to the main room. I heard him whisper my message to the others. Soon, Éléazar, Kulak, Sheik, and Link were armed and at the top of the ladder with me. Something rustled from the basement, then the sound of a sword being drawn out.

Sheik, silent as always, jumped over me and landed in the basement. Someone made a hoarse cry, then nothing. I jumped in.

I stifled a gasp when I saw that Sheik had a small gash—rather, a large one that didn't bleed much—on her upper arm, but she seemed to ignore it.

A bulky figure lay in a bundle in the middle of the room. A dark cloak covered its body. I had a pretty good feeling it was Lilisian, but I wanted to be sure. When I approached, it made no noise. I checked for its pulse, but felt nothing.

I didn't want to trust Sheik. I really, really didn't want to. But she was hurt, plus she didn't have to be hurt. She could have let Link or myself kill it, but instead she jumped in and killed it herself.

"You okay?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah. Damn, that hurt," she responded. I was going to help her up the ladder, but her legs weren't injured, so she jumped halfway up and then launched herself from step to step. I rolled my eyes. I heard someone gasp—Éléazar? —and people back up.

"Link, you have any clean towels?" I asked, wincing at the blood on Sheik's arm, her fingernails dripping with it. I looked away quickly. "We're gonna need them."

He went and grabbed some dishtowels that he had washed a few days ago. We managed to stop the bleeding on Sheik's arm and bandaged it with some "clean" thin linen. She didn't complain once.

Sheik shot me a small, shy glance, looking innocent and eerily like Zelda.

How could I have ever thought I could kill her?