Author's Notes: Like the previous chapter, the italics symbolize a flashback. Originally I was planning to finish this chapter a lot earlier than I did. However, my little nephew did not give me luxury time. So much Mario Kart Wii xD

For those interested, I drew a picture of Vei. I posted it on my deviantart, which is accessible from my profile. Just remove the spaces in this link: http:// dragonelf213. deviantart. com/art/Veiviser-Unofficial-Messenger-128823478

Disclaimer: I don't own Link or anything else from the games. Nintendo has the honor to own it. I also don't own the quote. However, I own Celestria as well as my OCs.

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"You can strength, courage, and confidence by every experience by which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along."

~Eleanor Roosevelt

Chapter 4: Blood Stains

Veiviser struggled against the magical bonds that had appeared around his wrists and ankles. He was bound to the cold, stone wall of the throne room, right above the throne itself. They were biting into his skin, irritating it. The pain was bringing tears to his eyes.

No! This couldn't be happening! He didn't want to watch this. He wanted to be back home, curled up by the fire with his mother telling him stories. Or maybe outside throwing mud at the back of the princess' head. Anywhere but this horrid throne room.

Galathron looked back at Veiviser with a sadistic smile. "Enjoy the show while it lasts, boy." A silence had fallen over Vei as he realized that crying wasn't doing anything. The king didn't care if he caused misery. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. What type of king enjoys the pain of his subjects?

Calmly, the king walked over to the table. He picked up a sharp ceremonial knife. The blade was silver in color. The knife was adorned with the crest of Celestria and had a few words written in ancient Hylian on the blade. The letters were runic and Vei stared at them. He couldn't read what they said.

Galathron caught Veiviser's stare and stated, "It says 'blood is the only way.'" He laughed at the disgusted look that Vei gave the blade.

Will that be my future, Vei asked himself. Would he be doomed to be cut and then blood bound to Galathron? Or perhaps it would be Galathron's son if the Twili king could ever find someone to be his queen? Veiviser laughed quietly at the thought. The woman would have to be crazy to ever think about marrying this scum. Or perhaps Galathron would threaten her. That certainly seemed his style.

Galathron snapped his fingers. The imprisoned guard stepped closer, still staring at the floor in resignation. Now that he came closer into the candlelight, Veiviser could see scars on the boy's chest. They appeared to have been caused by a whip. So Galathron had beaten the boy into submission. No wonder his spirit was so downcast.

"Now, observe closely." Galathron instructed to Veiviser. After picking up the obsidian bowl as well as the knife, he turned towards the guard boy. "Kneel before me."

The boy opened his mouth as if he was about to complain. Galathron scowled at him with so fierce an expression that he could only fall to his knees in defeat. His head was also bowed, so that his red hair now hid his eyes.

Vei waited in terror as Galathron approached the boy. There was something fascinating about the ceremony that kept Veiviser from closing his eyes despite the terror that gripped his heart. Yes, he should close his eyes and try his best to muffle the sounds of pain that would soon come. But, morbid curiosity held his eyes wide open.

"Lift your hands to me," Galathron instructed as he placed the bowl between the boy and himself.

The boy did as he was told. His fingers were small, but they stood still, belaying a courage that hadn't quite died out. Galathron lifted the knife up and began making minute slits in each finger. Beads of crimson blood began falling. They dotted the bottom of the bowl like little splatters of paint on canvas.

The boy's jaw was gritted to keep back the screams of pain. Veiviser watched in awe. If it had been him in the boy's place, Vei could bet that he would be sobbing his head off and begging for the ceremony to stop. But this older boy was standing there, quietly accepting his fate.

Next Galathron pressed the blade against his own fingers, drawing beads of blood from them. In the bowl, the blood drops slowly began splattering over each other and mixing. Galathron did not scream or even show any signs of feeling intense pain. Instead he watched with a sort of glee as the blood mixed.

The knife cut into the palm of Galathron's hand. He made a deeper cut, not too deep that it would pierce a vital artery, but deep enough for blood to start dripping down in vaster quantities. He made another similar cut on his other hand and then proceeded to give the boy identical cuts.

Sweat was dripping off the boy's face now. A thin line of blood was dripping from his lip where he had bitten down on it. Galathron showed no signs of the pain even affecting him and Veiviser finally realized that the king would not feel any pain throughout this ritual. Whether it had been a spell or herbs, Galathron had done something to prevent himself from feeling the same pain as the boy. The unjustness of this made Vei want to cry out, but fear held his mouth shut.

Galathron pressed his hands against the boy's. Yellow eyes full of pain, sorrow, and hatred met orange eyes full of sadistic enjoyment. Galathron opened his mouth and began murmuring in a language that Veiviser didn't recognize,

"Ylaef semoc doolb htiw

Dnob a semoc doolb htiw

Sgnik rieht ot sdraug eht peek lliw taht

Trap yeht od htaed litt

Ecifircas etamitlu eht."

A crimson glow surrounded the clasped hands. It was bright, causing Vei's eyes to sting but he couldn't tear himself away from the spectacle. The boy had opened his mouth, screaming a long note in agony. However, Veiviser couldn't hear the scream as a screeching had filled the throne room. The screeching was coming from the magic itself. It chilled the nerves and made Veiviser want to crawl away into a hole.

Finally the screeching stopped and the light of the magic instantly flickered out. The guard boy dropped his head, panting. Galathron was grinning maniacally as he took his hands away from the boy's.

Carefully, Galathron dipped the end of his knife into the pool of blood that had formed in the bowl. He set the knife against the boy's chest and began to carve a mark into the boy's flesh. The boy clamped his jaw down, a muffled scream escaping him.

Veiviser wasn't sure how long it took for Galathron to carve the intricate symbol into the boy's chest. All he knew was that the knife made a sickening sound as it traveled through the boy's flesh and that the boy didn't so much as move an inch throughout the entire carving. Occasionally Galathron would dip the knife into the bowl of blood to get more blood on the blade. Finally Galathron finished carving the symbol.

The symbol wasn't hard to make out despite the trails of blood that marred it. It was a crescent moon similar to the one on the Celestrian emblem. Two blades went through the moon in an X-pattern.

Galathron smiled, apparently pleased with his handiwork. To Veiviser's surprise, the king dragged the knife across his own arm. The symbol glowed crimson and then a similar cut appeared on the arm of the boy. Veiviser gasped. He had never actually seen the effects of the blood bond, just heard about them. It was startling to see it happen in front of his own eyes especially since the boy's face held none of the pleasure that the tales talked about. The stories had always glorified the ceremony, but Vei was beginning to see it as something cruel.

Galathron nodded his head and turned to Vei, "The ceremony was a success as you can tell." He gestured towards the blood trailing down the boy's arm and then at his own arm. "This is the marking of a true guard, one that I can always rely on. He can never betray me, for if I die, he dies as well. Now, how would you like to join my circle of trusted guards?"

Vei shook his head, a look of desperation coming into his eyes. No, he couldn't be blood bond, no! Galathron laughed at Vei's reaction before shaking his head,

"You're too young. Maybe in a few years you'll be ready to join your king's side. Until then, I expect you to go straight home and not utter a single word of this to anyone." Galathron flicked his wrist towards Veiviser, sending droplets of blood splattering, before walking to the table.

The magic holding Vei dissipated. Veiviser dropped to his knees, scraping them. He didn't notice the scrapes or the burns that had appeared from the magical bonds. All he could think about was the terror of the blood bonding ceremony. It had always been an accepted part of life here, but to see it happen to an unwilling boy… The thought made Vei shiver.

Slowly Veiviser stood up, staring at his king and then at the boy. The boy was staring at the ground in despair. He lifted a hand and carefully wiped the blood away from his face, leaving streaks of red across his white and black face. To Vei and the boy's surprise, a small glow emanated from the boy's fingertips. When the glow disappeared, his lip was healed. The boy wiped at it with the back of his hand again. No new blood appeared. A thin smile appeared on his face before disappearing as Galathron turned away from the table.

"The healer will look you over shortly. After all, we don't want you to die just after your ceremony of fealty, do we?" The boy was silent to Galathron's question. The king smirked.

Galathron wove a hand at the door, opening it with magic. The healer, who had apparently been waiting on the other side, came in and led the boy away by the arm. The boy tottered after the old healer, blood leaving a small trail behind him.

The king turned to survey Veiviser. Vei raised one shaking hand to wipe away at the salt trails that were left behind by his tears. He didn't want to seem like a weakling. Then again, maybe being weak would take him off the list for blood bonding. Maybe. Or not.

A hungry expression had entered Galathron's eyes. The king's eyes glowed with dark magic as he sent biting wisps of magic at Veiviser. Vei yelped and raised his hands to cover his face. This did little to protect him as the magic began tearing away at his skin. Small crisscrossing cuts began to appear on his body. Vei screamed in terror.

"Feel the pain and learn. Learn that you can never escape the pain and the best thing is to join with your king. Share your blood, so you can share my pain." Galathron laughed sadistically, causing Vei to raise his arms in cowardice.

"Don't. I don't want to be blood bound, I don't want to be. Kamaria was right. You can't blood bond the unwilling." Vei's voice was shaky. All he wanted to do was run away and find Kamaria. Maybe she could hide in his house or the two of them could go on a big adventure to another section of the Twilight Realm.

Veiviser's body began to glow as Galathron's magic surrounded it. His back arched, a silent scream ripping from his throat. Vei watched in horror as Galathron stomped close to him. The menacing knife, still bloody from the last ceremony, was held in his hand and a sadistic smile was painted on to the king's face. Vei tried inching away from the blade, but the magic held him steady. A whimper came from the boy.

Without his consent, his hands lifted and the knife bit into Vei's fingers. Blood, his own blood, welled up and began to drip down. No! This wasn't right! Galathron's hands found his and after a few murmured words, a crimson glow appeared. His vision went blank, all except for a toothy smile. Galathron's smile. Screams welled up in Vei's throat.

For some reason, time seemed impossibly slow though the ritual only took a few minutes. The glow began to dissipate. Veiviser felt relief as the agony began leaving as well. However, then the knife descended on to his chest and began carving the symbol. It was slow work. Unlike the boy who had kept his silence, Veiviser screamed.

This was wrong! So, so wrong. Why couldn't time go backwards so that he could avoid this whole catastrophe? Why? More screams.

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Midna woke to screaming. Her hand instantly began glowing with Twili magic, her head searching for the intrusion. All she could see was Link fumbling with his sword and Veiviser's sleeping form.

The boy was screaming terribly. Sweat coated his shivering body. Midna sighed, letting the magic die down in her hands. She had thought there was an intruder, but it was just a nightmare. Tight-lipped, the Twilight Princess looked at the shaking boy. Last night's story must've shaken up bad memories for the boy.

Link had moved over to Veiviser's side. He nudged the boy and muttered, "Vei, Vei! Wake up. There's nothing here that can hurt you." He punched at the boy's arm.

Veiviser shot up, screaming, "Back away!" His eyes were wide-open and wild pants fore from his throat. He carefully took in the peaceful campsite. Three Twilight Messengers watched him with a mixture of concern and annoyance. Link and Midna had the same look. Everything was okay.

"Had a nightmare?" Link asked sympathetically.

Vei nodded, "Something like that."

For the most part, his nightmare had been real. He had been forced to watch that poor boy go through the ritual and that had badly scared Veiviser. Vei had requested to sleep with his parents that night and they had allowed it. Veiviser had left before morning, leaving two confused parents behind. Of course, the later part of the nightmare was a conjuration of the mind. Veiviser had not been blood-bound. Galathron had planned it, but not until Vei reached 16, the typical age for blood bonding. Younger boys were only put through the ritual if they wished it or if they were orphans, which Vei supposed the boy had been.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Link asked gently.

"No." Veiviser shook his head. He looked down at his hands and wiped at his brow. Sweat dripped off in rivulets.

"Maybe we should start traveling." Midna offered. The fresh air would lighten the boy's mood and chase away the phantoms of the night. It had always helped Midna when she was younger. Riding Sleipnir was a haven in itself.

Veiviser nodded his head in agreement, a weak smile appearing on his face. "Seems like a good plan to me." He glanced over at Link who nodded as well.

All three Messengers were excited to be off again. The group quickly packed up their belongings before mounting the Messengers. Once again, Eclipse took the lead as the only Messenger knowing the way to Celestria. Macha and Sleipnir stayed a few paces behind Eclipse. The Messengers barked their enthusiasm as they weaved between the tree trunks. Travel was quick as the undergrowth had not reached hazardous levels yet.

Veiviser was still shaking when the journey stared. However, the cool air buffeting his face soon brought a grin to the boy's face. The nightmares seemed like insignificant wraiths while he was perched on Eclipse. Laughter bubbled up from Vei's throat.

Midna was enjoying the ride just as much as Veiviser though she couldn't help casting concerned glances in Link and Vei's directions once in a while. It had been a relief that Link hadn't fainted again, but that didn't mean he wouldn't. The possibility of Link slipping off Macha chilled her. Fortunately, Midna was sure that Macha would not allow that to happen to her master. As for Veiviser, Midna was relieved to see that he was recovering from the night's fright.

Hours ticked by. The undergrowth had thickened, but not enough to hamper the speedy progress of the Messengers. Midna knew it was only a matter of time before the undergrowth began to impede their progress. The trees were starting to grow closer together, but the Messengers were excellent at running between them. Orange light flickered down between the thick canopy, providing patches of light and shadow. Everything was peaceful.

Link's arms were growing tired from clutching on to Macha's mane. He didn't want to call the group to stop since it Midna and Veiviser both appeared to be at full energy. The Hylian boy lifted one hand to rub furiously at his eyes. He had to stay awake. They had to keep going, but it was so hard. His body was fatigued and it didn't help that the Twilight Realm was always dark. Macha, sensing the weakness, slowed a bit.

Midna glanced over at Link upon noticing that Macha was no longer side-by-side with Sleipnir. Link's face was pale and his eyelids were drooping heavily. Midna felt that fear that had existed ever since Valtina's announcement clutch at her. There was only one thing to do.

"Let's stop at the stream over there." Midna pointed in the direction where she could hear the babbling of water sliding over rocks.

Vei slowed Eclipse, a pout instantly forming on his face. "Why?" He whined, "We haven't been going that long. Did you know we can reach Celestria a lot faster if we travel for longer periods of time? It'll take less than a week if we keep at this speed."

Midna sighed. Veiviser was young. He lacked the understanding that rest was necessary especially when someone happened to be ill. All Vei could think about was charging forwards, to speed through life. She knew the boy was concerned about his kingdom and finding Kamaria was his top priority. After hearing him speak about her last night, she knew that the boy would risk the well-being of himself and others to see her upon her rightful throne.

"The Messengers need a break and it would be nice to stretch our legs." Midna said quickly. She didn't want to embarrass Link by saying that the Hylian needed a break. Link could be just as stubborn about continuing on.

Veiviser glanced down at Eclipse before nodding his head. He pulled at the Messenger's mane to direct the Messenger towards the stream. The location was a lovely spot for resting travelers. There was a dark stream chattering over stones and a small clearing to rest in. A berry bush sheltered the clearing on one side while a thick stand of trees stood on the other sides.

They dismounted, Link shooting a grateful look at Midna as they did so. Midna watched Link carefully as he slid to the ground. He stumbled before righting himself and plopping down on the ground. Midna offered to gather some wood for a fire, allowing Link the time to rest while Veiviser busied himself with stuffing as many berries as possible into his mouth.

When Midna returned, she sat down by Link. Veiviser was still busy gorging on berries, allowing the two some time to talk.

"Link, are you feeling okay?" Midna asked as she dumped the wood down into a pile.

Link nodded his head, noticed that Midna wore a disbelieving expression on her face, and sighed, "Okay, fine. I'm not completely okay. I'm a bit tired. It's nothing too bad. I guess the stay at your palace has made me a bit lazy." Link laughed weakly.

Midna's eyes narrowed. She could understand why Link stubbornly refused to say how tired he really was. She was the same. She had always hated to make people worry by telling them about how she felt. It had led to some bad cases including once when she had disclosed the secret of having a minor cold. That cold had worsened and Midna had been confined to her bed for weeks. Valtina had been displeased with her and it had certainly taught Midna an important lesson.

"Link. You don't have to be afraid of making me fuss over you." Midna said sharply. "If you don't tell me exactly how you feel right now, I'll make you wish you were dead."

"Fine, fine," Link muttered, knowing that Midna was being serious. "I'm tired and all I feel like doing is passing out. That honest enough for you?"

Midna nodded her head and quietly murmured, "Don't pass out." She didn't like to admit it aloud, but she had been scared when Link had first passed out. If he was to do it again, that same fear would engulf her.

"I'll try not to."

"You better." Midna reached out a hand and pulled Link's pack over to her. She rifled through the contents for a few moments before pulling out a pouch. "Seeing as Val's not here to force you to take your medicine, I will."

Link opened his mouth to protest, but Midna cut him off. "I think this should work properly. Val told me it's used to make unwilling patients go to sleep." She looked Link over before nodding her head, "You're definitely unwilling."

"But Midna, what if I sleep for a very long time? We might lose hours. Anyway, Vei's not expecting us to stop for too long. I only need a short break and then I'll be ready to go. Sleeping for hours will waste time and you know how upset Vei would be." Midna rolled her eyes at Link's complaints.

"That's a shame." She said sarcastically. "I'm not going to make you eat too much. Now chew it up well, or I'll stuff it down your throat."

Midna handed the feathery, black frond over to Link. Link looked at it for a few seconds before stuffing it into his mouth. His face contorted into an expression of disgust as he began chewing the bitter herb. Midna watched him with amusement, giggling softly at his narrowed eyes.

"That was disgusting." Link said plainly.

Midna leaned close to Link. Softly she whispered in his ear, "Stop being such a baby. You needed it." She pecked Link on the lips before pulling away from him. "The effects should start in a few minutes."

Meanwhile, Veiviser had trotted over and sat down across from them. The boy had dark purple juice smeared on his smiling face. Clearly he had forgotten his previous despair over the delay. He licked at his lips before speaking,

"Do you want another story before you drift into dreamland?"

Link nodded groggily. He was already feeling the soothing effects of the herb. It wouldn't be long before he was sleeping peacefully. The story would likely not be remembered, but Midna could always recount it for him later.

"Alright, here we go." Veiviser began another story of what had happened after the blood bonding ceremony had conspired.

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The magical bonds disappeared from Veiviser as the boy was escorted out of the throne room. The boy fell shaking to the floor. His knees were raw and salt blemished his cheeks. Footsteps made Vei pause.

"Are you scared?" Galathron's silky voice rang in his ears. "You shouldn't be. This is the highest act of loyalty a guard can commit. Perhaps you shall participate in the ceremony when you are older. Everyone will respect you for it. Then again, I'm not sure how a sniveling coward like you can enter the elite ranks of the blood bound. Even that foolish boy had more backbone than you." Veiviser didn't respond. He was paralyzed by fear.

"Oh, being silent now, are you? What happened to that fighting spirit from earlier? Did I squash it out of you? It's probably for the better. Being rebellious gets you nowhere in life. Just look at my dear sister." Vei's shoulders began shaking.

"She was such a fool, arguing against the ceremony. She always had challenged all our core beliefs. Can you believe that she actually said that we shouldn't waste our time on researching ways to enter the Light Realm? She doesn't believe we need to take revenge for the horrible deeds those light dwellers commited! She was an idiot, a shameless rebel who cared for nobody but herself."

Vei could stand being ridiculed, but this was enough. He lifted his face from the floor and stared with flashing eyes at Galathron. "Don't talk about her like that! She had more heart than you ever could! She was right."

Galathron chuckled in amusement. "I see… Well, why don't you pursue her? I am sure she would love to know that someone agrees with her backward ideas."

"I will." Veiviser rose shakily though now the shaking came from pure rage. "I'll bring her back and then you'll be the trembling one. The people will always agree with her because she'll look after them, not like you greedy bastard."

"My, my, what a tongue." Galathron shook his head. He was clearly unimpressed with Veiviser's words. The king had no worries. His sister always kept her word and she had sworn not to return to Celestria. "I'm sure the princess would love to return." He added sarcastically.

Veiviser ignored the sarcasm. "I know I can get her to come back."

"Well then you better run fast." Galathron wrapped some magic around Vei's ankle and flung the boy into the double doors at the end of the hall. "There's a head-start for you." He laughed loudly.

Veiviser picked himself up and charged out of the throne room. He was afraid that Galathron would change his mind and imprison Vei. Being stuck in the dungeon had lost the glamour that it had held in the morning. Perhaps that was because he had lost some innocence after watching the events. Perhaps it was because his best playmate was now banished and wouldn't be there to witness his jail break.

"I'll find Kamaria," Veiviser muttered, still running.

He had one location in mind. She had always gone there to be alone, to meditate on her problems. One day, Kamaria had dragged Vei along to show him the spot. He had found it peaceful, but rather dull. Vei had not returned to that spot, but he was certain that the Princess would have gone there to think.

Finally Veiviser reached the spot. It was out of the city's walls and Vei could still remember how he had marveled that the Princess had managed to sneak out of Lunaris. The trees grew clustered together everywhere except for a very small glade by the water's edge. A Twili could easily pass by this spot without noticing it. Here, the grass sprung high, tickling the feet of all who came across it. The closest tree to the creek had low branches.

Vei had been expecting to see Kamaria sitting against the tree, but he found nobody. Hope didn't desert him as there was one other spot Kamaria could be. When she wanted complete serenity, she had always climbed to a secret cavern within the tree.

It was this low-limbed tree that Veiviser approached. He easily pulled himself up until he reached a hole in the tree. It had probably once been the home of a Kangaroc, but it was now deserted.

"Kamy, are you here?" Vei called, using the secret nickname he had invented for her.

He always avoided using it in the ear-shot of others, lest they think that he was either disrespecting the Princess or some other equally stupid thing. Perhaps if he had been older, he would have feared that they suspect that the two were lovers upon hearing such an affectionate nickname. That was certainly not the case.

'Kamy' did not answer because she was not there. The tree hollow was empty, devoid of any life except for a pair of wood beetles huddling in the corner. Veiviser searched the hollow with his eyes. He spotted a piece of folded parchment in the center. The boy reached for it and pulled it out. There was a message in Kamaria's handwriting on the paper amid some tearstains.

Vei,

I'm sorry to be leaving without a good-bye. I got into an argument with Galathron and he banished me. You know how he is… I can't stay in Celestria anymore and I don't want to. The only thing I'll miss is our friendship (sorry for not finishing our wrestling match) and the people in the city. Don't look for me because you'll never find me. I'm never coming back and I don't want you wasting time looking for me.

Good-bye Vei and thanks for being such a good friend,

Kamy

Veiviser's eyes stung as he held the parchment close. She really was gone and she didn't want to be found. Vei crawled inside the hollow, scaring off the wood beetles. Burying his head into his knees, the boy began to cry.

Eventually his sobs subsided and he sat there in his slumped position. The fact that his parents would expect him home for dinner did not occur to Vei. All he could think about was the fact that he had lost his best friend. It was all Galathron's fault that they would never play together.

No, it wasn't only Galathron's fault. Yes Galathron was the reason Kamaria was gone forever, but it would be Vei's own fault that they never play together. The least he could do would be to search for Kamaria in some desperate hope that the two of them could run off together. Exile would be much more attractive if a friend came along. Veiviser would miss his parents, but it was definitely worth it.

With that resolution in mind, Veiviser clambered down the tree and ran home. He wanted to hug his parents one last time and pack some belongings with him before he traveled off to find Kamaria. The fact that finding one Twili would be nearly impossible did not occur to him. He would search every village for his friend. After all, she couldn't have gone too far with no food or other necessities.

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Veiviser paused in his storytelling. The boy had lowered his head, so his bangs obscured his eyes. Midna could see the boy's shoulders shaking a bit at the memories. She glanced over at Link. At one point in the tale, Link had fallen over. He was now sleeping peacefully, his chest rising up and down in a steady tempo.

"I think that's enough for tonight." Midna said kindly to Veiviser. The constant storytelling of his past was clearly having a negative impact on Vei. She just hoped he wouldn't have another nightmare. "Get some rest."

His voice was quiet as he answered, "Okay." Vei lay down, turning his back to the fire. Sniffles came from the boy.

A small frown twisted on to Midna's face. She hated seeing anyone with spirits this low. "Vei?" He grunted an acknowledgement. "We'll find her."

"I know we will." Veiviser sighed. The sniffling abated and Midna felt some happiness that the boy was no longer crying to himself.

She looked over at Link and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "I just hope we find her before you die." She murmured softly. Finding Kamaria and convincing her to return would be a hard job, but it would be well worth the effort. If they failed, a kingdom would fall into chaos without a ruler and Link would be unable to return home if the amulet turned out to be the only way.

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A/N: Whew! My longest chapter… I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you think. Remember; every time you don't review, a baby Twilight Messenger dies.

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