A/N: This part describes the goings-on over a period of several years, in case you get confused, the first part mainly describes around when Faron is 7 and Midnight is 15 and in the last scene Faron is 10 and Midnight is 18 (I've always liked that age difference between them. I have no intention of changing that, but if you're being so kind as to leave a review, tell me what you think of Faron and Midnight's dynamic so far). As I was writing, the opportunity to reference UndyingNephalim's Hyrule Total War kind of just came out of nowhere, before I knew it, it was there. :P Please let me know if you feel I sped up time a little too much here, if you would've liked to see a little more of Faron and Midnight's childhood. I know the Prologue is pretty lengthy as it is, but this is a full scale adventure saga, not some one shot, so bare with me! We're getting to the good bits soon enough! Nintendo owns LoZ and LoZ TP and its characters. I don't know why, but for while I didn't want to refer to Midna by name but then I just started doing so since I figured y'all would know who I was talking about. :) Also Midnight's hair is hard thing for me to describe, but it's completely inspired by Imp Midna's hair in TP, so if you can imagine that at its full length on a full grown teenage boy than that's the deal with that.

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Years pass by in the Twilight Realm and for Faron it seems like little changes. She does not mind one bit, since nearly every day is still an adventure. The palace is full of wonders, as is the beautiful orange hued landscape of the realm that she can view from nearly every balcony. Faron loves visiting the other Twili around the palace. She thinks they are funny, the way they swagger their steps and make mostly soft moaning sounds when she passes by. Unlike Midnight, who quickly became bored of the slow and peaceful creatures, Faron liked to slow down with them, try to hold conversations even if they were a bit one sided. She just liked the smiles they had on their faces when she spoke to them. Midna herself would sometimes watch as Faron spoke to groups of her citizens, miming out stories of her and her big brother's games, and more often re-enacting the tales her mother told her as bedtime stories. The Queen watched in awe and wonder, as the pink-skinned little girl seemed to imbue so much life in these apathetic life forms. Faron had plenty to spare and loved sharing it.

At 7 years old, Faron still enjoyed playing games more than ever, but she was beginning to find she had less people to play with. Unlike most teenagers, Midnight had not become immediately distant from her, despite how by all appearances he was too old to play imaginary games with her. In fact, it was not until Midnight's lessons increased in length and frequency that he began to spend less time with her. Now that he was 15, he spent almost all his time learning politics and whatever else it was he would need as a king. Of course, Faron had stopped looking to Misha as a playmate long ago. The boy quickly likened to his duty as Midnight's advisor, accompanying him constantly when it came to lessons and the royal duties Midnight had begun to partake in, and keeping his distance whenever the prince decided to spent time with his younger sister.

In recent years, Faron had noticed that Midnight became less of an active participant in their games, but she never bothered him on the issue, as the long orange ponytail that flowed down his back served as a physical reminder. Midna had explained that that part of the boy was the embodiment of the shadow magic he contained within himself, and that it almost constantly leaked from him and took physical shape. It had only grown longer over time as Midnight became more powerful, and at first, when he learned how to use it has an extension of his powers, shifting it into various shapes, he liked testing what he could do. It wasn't until several stern warnings from his mother and an incident that almost led to him crushing Faron in the grip of his magic hand when he tried to lift her off the ground, that he avoided using magic as much as possible, except in the lessons where he tried to learn to control it.

All the same, Faron could tell her brother was getting older. The looks he gave were starting to express a certain kind of sadness, the same she often saw on her mother's face. It was funny; just how much he was beginning to resemble the queen. He stood taller and quieter, and looked more thoughtful and knowing. Faron could barely recognize him when he stood in the throne room before chiefs of other Twili families. Though he rarely inputted anything, the few times he did speak to the elders, she could hear the growing authority in his voice. It made Faron sad sometimes to think that one day her brother would be king, and the version of him she saw slowly emerging would be his whole being. While she respected the responsibility placed on her brother's shoulders, she missed the days where they would spend all day exploring the outskirts of the Twilight Palace, playing pranks on the guards, getting Misha upset over how much trouble they could get in when they painting murals on the walls of the palace.

Faron even missed getting in trouble. She missed the chastising looks and the words of reassurance her mother would give her. Not only did Faron get in less trouble nowadays without Midnight constantly by her side, but she saw less of her mother as well. She knew the Queen's health was not quite what it once was, but she never expected her mother to slowly fade from appearance the way she had. She spent more and more time alone in her room, supposedly writing some sort of book about the history of the Light and Shadow realms' clashes, at least that is what Midna told her before disappearing once more into her chambers. Faron could not remember the last time her mother told her a bedtime story.

The one thing Faron had come to hate the most was when Xantha came to visit. When they were young, Faron never liked the strange girl. She always got an eerie vibe from her. The eeriness and discomfort soon grew into distrust and distaste as Xantha came to the palace more often as she and Midnight got older. Once Midnight was 18, she finally came to the palace to stay. Apparently, she and Midnight would be married in a matter of a few years. Faron hated how whenever Xantha was around, a whole other side to Midnight appeared, one that matched neither his fun-loving boyish self nor his serious adult self. It was the strangest thing Faron had ever seen, the way her brother practically worshipped the ground at Xantha's feet. When they were both teenagers and Xantha had begun her more frequent stays, there were times when Midnight wouldn't let go of Xantha's hand for what seemed like days. Faron certainly found the love he had for Xantha to be gross. Even at 10 years old, relationships were gross to her. But something about Midnight and Xantha was particularly disturbing. Midnight was completely enamored by her, yet she never seemed to so much as bat a yellow eye. Didn't Midnight notice at all?

When Xantha had finally begun to express some personality around Faron, it was not in a way that made her anymore pleased with the Twili girl. There were times where Faron came looking for Midnight and found the two having a conversation alone, and Xantha would shoot Faron the nastiest of glares. Sometimes she would bark at the girl to "Get lost" and "leave us be" with a voice that was far too harsh for her fair face. Midnight would at least furrow his brow when his fiancée spoke that way, but he would still turn to Faron and ask her to leave. Despite her own instinct, Faron would comply and wander off in a huff. Faron often wondered what it would be like to encounter Xantha on her own, how she would act towards her then, but she never seemed to see the girl without Midnight clinging to her side. Faron was almost beginning to wonder if, once they were married, he would be permanently attached to her.

Faron remembered the day, not long after she turned 10, that Xantha came to stay permanently, and it was a less than a happy memory. She had hoped she could get Midnight to play a game of chess with her like good old times, and had been wandering around the palace until she came to the entrance to the main balcony. She saw Misha standing in the hallway, and instantly knew her brother was not far behind. Despite Misha's protests that the prince should be left alone, Faron ran out onto the balcony with the chessboard clutched to her chest, shouting her brother's name. The blonde-haired girl was less than enthusiastic to see Midnight and Xantha in a tight embrace, his lips pressed against her cold purple ones, her yellow eyes wide open, in what probably seemed to Midnight as a passionate kiss. Midnight looked up when he heard the game board clatter to the ground, the pieces flying everywhere, to see Faron run off with tears in her eyes.

"Faron, wait!" Midnight pulled away from his fiancée and chased after his sister, realizing what she must have thought of what she saw. He finally found her hiding in an alcove in one of the hallways of the palace. It had always been their favorite hiding place whenever they upset one of the servants or stole something from the kitchen. Faron sat with her face buried in her knees, quaking with hard sobs. Midnight sat down next to her, the black cloak that draped along his shoulders spread along the ground, and he placed a hand on her shoulder, which she quickly shrugged away.

"Faron, look, I'm sorry," he tried to explain. "I know you don't like Xantha, but she IS my fiancée, I'm going to marry her Faron, you know that."

"I don't just 'not like' her Midnight," Faron looked up at him, her brown eyes darkening. "I hate her! There is something not right about her Midnight, can't you see that! She's not a good person; she's not good for you!" She stopped as she saw the sad look in his eyes.

"I know Faron. I know she is different, I know she does not express herself and I know she probably doesn't love me nearly as much as I love her. That is why I want her to be my queen. I know there is someone far stronger and better hiding inside of her; I want to help her Faron. She hides herself, and I want to show her that she does not need to. She matters to me Faron, can't YOU see THAT?"

Tears began to well up in Faron's eyes once more. "So what, I don't matter to you then? You're just gonna marry her, and forget about me, is that how this works?"

Midnight felt a sharp pain in his heart as he saw the pain in her eyes. "Faron, I… I didn't think you… Faron, I'm so sorry!" He reached out and pulled her into a hug. "Faron, I promise you, I would never abandon you! You are my sister, and nothing is going to change that, not Xantha, not the crown, nothing! You hear me?" She wrapped her arms tight around him and nodded her head against his shoulder, fresh tears falling down her cheeks.

" I would never choose Xantha over you. I promise."