A/N: Well, hello there! I suppose if you've been reading this story with any sort of seriousness you might be a little mad that's it's been so long to just finished the prologue, and unfortunately I have no excuses. But here it is finally! I'm probably the most proud of the prologue as its been the most fully worked out. Everything else is still a little iffy. I've started writing more chapters as I get bored of school, and one chapter is usually pretty lengthy so there's that to look forward too! If you're reading this in all seriousness, than I greatly appreciate you, feel free to message or review, if you actually can. I might just be talking to air cause I don't know how this website quite works. If you can contact me, and don't quite understand some things that are going on, feel free to ask! I'm bad at explaining some things, and others I kind of assume readers have a general knowledge of Zelda, specifically Twilight Princess, so they know what some of these images look like. But if something's just flat out confusing I might be able to fix it! Anyways, on with the part you probably actually want to read. :)


VII

The tree's leaves rustled as the quiet was disturbed by a portal appearing in the sky, hundreds of black particles pouring down into the shape of two figures in the clearing. The moment she felt solid ground beneath her feet Faron broke away from her brother, gasping as tears poured down her cheeks. She was barely aware of her strange surroundings—she could only stare at the man before, anger seething in her chest as he looked at her with a bewildered sadness.

"Faron—" he reached out to her only to be swatted away. He remained silent for a several moments as she continued to glare at him.

"I told you!" Midnight flinched at the harshness in the girl's voice. "I told you she was horrible! She's an evil woman, I told you over and over, and you wouldn't listen and now they're all dead because of you-!" She fell to her knees her voice cracking in sobs. Midnight remained silent. He knew she was right. This was his entire fault. He thought he could fix it all, that he could fix her… All Xantha needed was chance, he should have known that he had given her exactly what she wanted. Now lord knows what would become of the Twili, and he and Faron could never return…

"Now what are we going to do?" Faron whimpered. "We can't go back, I don't even know where we are, Midnight we're all alone, there's no one…."

Midnight looked up at her, sadness still drawn across his features. "Don't worry Faron, we'll figure this out. I promise you, Faron, I will not let you be alone, I promise. I am not leaving your side ever again—" He reached out to wrap his arms around her, but suddenly recoiled with a gasp. Faron looked up, as Midnight's form seemed to fade, his body swallowed by shadow. He retreated away from the light of the rising sun shining through the trees, into the shadows, until he was nothing more than an outline in the darkness. He looked at Faron with his wide yellow eyes, and realized he could no longer touch her—in the world of light, he could only live in the shadows.

Faron did not need to understand what was happening to her brother to know that he had done it again—barely moments after the words left his lips had he already broken another promise to her. Maybe this was what he deserved, to cower in the shadows. Tears again welled up in her eyes as she tore away and ran from the clearing, blocking out Midnight's calls for her to come back. She could not even see where she was running, the unnatural light shining through the trees blinding her eyes, but she kept running, even as the rocks and roots scraped her bare feet. She finally came to another clearing, tripped, and collapsed next a clear spring, sobbing into the sand.

She lay there until her tears had nearly dried out when she heard a stomp and rustle that caused her to jump. She gasped and stared in awe at the creature approaching her. She had never seen anything like it—wait, not in person, but it's head seemed to resemble the chess piece she had admired so much as a little girl. Rather than white, this horse had a smooth red coat and short white mane, its snout and ankles dipped in black. The young animal stared at the girl with wide black eyes and snorted as she reached out to touch it. Faron slowly got to her feet and closed the distance between her and the horse, feeling the creature relax the moment her hand touched its forehead. She looked over the animal, observing its skittishness but comfort in being near a human. The poor thing must have been abandoned.

"Looks like someone's broken a lot of their promises to you, too." Faron whispered to her new friend. "You and I aren't so different I guess. I bet you feel the way I do, you just want to run away…" The horse whinnied once more, in what seemed to be agreement. Faron's cheeks drew up in a sad smile. She moved to the side of the animal and hoisted herself onto its back, clinging to its white mane. Without any further communication, the horse immediately took off at a gallop and bounded through the forest.


5 Years Later

The ground shook with each thud of the powerful hooves against the dirt, a large red horse galloping through the undergrowth and leaping over any obstacles in its way. The feathered hair around is feet flowed with each step, its long white mane and tail flying out behind it. And sitting in the saddle on its back, with one gloved hand on the reigns sat a girl in a forest green tunic, her blond hair whipping in the wind, bright green bangs shifting in front of her face. Her brown eyes shown with determination and pride as she released her hand from the reigns and drew a bow and several arrows firing them at targets set up amongst the trees, each one a perfect bull's-eye. The horse needed no guidance as she knew her masters practice range by heart, and as soon as the trees parted, she knew the track was over but was far from giving up her rushing gallop. The girl grabbed hold once more and with a shout directed her steed out of the forest and into a wide field. The girl smiled as she looked out at the open space, surrounded by hills and mountains in the distance. But right in the center of it all, looming over the cliffs she could make out the spiraling towers of the castle, the blue tips seeming to reach towards the sky itself. She grinned wildly at the magnificent structure she hoped to one day soon see up close and personal, and drew back on the reigns so that her beloved steed rose up in her hind legs and whinnied, and she laughed at the simple rush of being alive.

Deep in the forest's groves a blade sat, sheathed in stone. Various small creatures lounged around the mysterious object that seemed to constantly permeate a powerful energy that not even the simplest creatures could avoid their curiosity. The forest itself seemed to shift as suddenly the long dormant blade began to glow and hum, and to anyone who might have been listening, they might have said it sounded like the sword was singing.