A/N: Back to Zelda's POV. I am listening to a Pirates of the Caribbean medley, and I'm hyper! TIME TO WRITE!

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One Year's Eternity

Chapter 26

Thursday, January 16, 4:23 P.M.

I felt bad for Midna. I'm pretty sure everyone knew about Beck before she did, and I left her for, what seemed to be, no apparent reason. But I knew there was a reason. Why I waited eight days to do it, I'll never know.

The snow was starting to melt away. All that was left was powder and slush.

Leather boots don't like slush. Neither to sweatpants.

I walked down the slippery sidewalk, looking for the purple-haired old woman, to no avail. I couldn't remember what her house looked like, for all of the houses in that area were all the same, save paint color.

"Wisdom," I heard, as if the wind was whispering to me. I whipped around to find no one behind me, on their porches or on the sidewalk.

"Wisdom. Wisdom. Wisdom, you draw near. Come closer."

Now the voice was coming from the opposite direction. I looked up to see if there was anything, anyone, up there, but all I saw were the bright clouds blocking off the sun. I turned to the direction of Lon Lon, which had closed down temporarily. The wind seemed to agree with the direction.

"Wisdom, follow me."

Who are you?! I shouted mentally. Apparently, that was enough.

"I am not who you think. I am not a mortal with one purpose. I am all around you, every day of your life. I have been and am everywhere, and I choose to take on a true form. I can choose for humans to see me, and I can choose to be invisible to all. I am considered good and evil.

"I am the wind."

The breeze grew stronger. It rattled wind chimes, it blew banners, and it swirled powder into a small, ground-ridden tornado. It bit at every inch in my body and made me numb. Its small whirlwind of snow looked as if it was directing me where to go. I followed, a sudden gust giving me a boost.

The gale stopped in front of the warehouse. My stomach flipped. It started to take shape, a purple swirling shape. Purple turned indigo, indigo turned red, until I saw a person, or what resembled one, standing in front of the fallen gate. A shorter person, it almost looked like a child, dressed in purple and indigo robes and red sandals. He had a purple hat with a gold headpiece over it. His most surprising feature, however, was his face; he had lavender hair, crimson irises, and a black scar-like shape under the eye that wasn't hidden by hair.

"I am Vaati, who they call the Wind Mage."

His red eyes stared at me, daring me to approach him. His name felt familiar.

The Wind Mage? From the Legends of the Four Sword? I asked him. I crept closer, starting to get feeling back into my body.

"I share the name and powers," Vaati said calmly, "but not the motives. I was against you then, dared to turn you to stone, or wed you, my greed blinding me. I was against the Hero, who used my own wits to defeat me. I have eased my regrets, and have come to serve." With these words, he bowed gently, but meaningfully. As I approached him, I found I stood a good foot above him.

"You do know the Legends?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Then you should know that this is not who I am." He swirled up again, the purple blur growing smaller and smaller, until it looked like it could fit in the palm of my hand. As it solidified, I found a smaller version of Vaati, one who was about an inch in height.

The Picori, I whispered.

"Exactly," a squeaky voice replied. The tiny being held it's hand out to me, and I bent down, my knees rejecting to this. I reached out to the Picori, and he jumped into my hand. I stood back up and held him in front of my face.

"Can I trust you?" I asked audibly.

"As a Picori, I cannot harm," he replied smoothly. "All I can do is aid."

"Can others see you?"

"They could. Hide me, take me to your friends."

I crossed my arms, letting him walk along them, keeping from falling to the ground. He nestled into the crevice of my arm. I looked down to see him, making sure he was still there.

I'm insane, aren't I?

"Of course not, Wisdom. You are merely unfamiliar with magic and beings of Legend."

Would you know who, or where, the next Evil King is?

He paused. "I believe you have dealt with him before, but I do not know what he is called. I only know that he does not share the name of past Evil Kings."

I didn't respond. I didn't want to know the answer.

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5:12 P.M.

Link, Midna, whoever else can hear me, It's Zelda. I need to see you. Meet me at my dorm as soon as you can!

I stepped into my room, grabbing Vaati from my arm and setting him on my desk. Accidentally, I had set him next to the Ocarina.

He touched the cold surface of the ceramics, running his miniscule hand across the surface.

"It seems you've gotten farther than I first assumed. I hear you have the Twilight Princess as well?" he turned his back on the instrument to see me shedding my heavy coat.

The Hero, the Princess, the Twilight Princess, and, I believe, three or four Sages. I counted in my head. Saria, Ruto, Ms. Impa Sheikah, and I met Nabooru…

"Impressive," he mused.

There was a knock at the door.

"Hey," Link called, "what's the rush?"

"Where's Midna?" I asked quickly.

"I haven't seen her all day," he replied, stepping in. He raised his eyebrows at me. "What's the rush, Zelda?"

"Is this our Hero?"

Link's blue eyes grew in astonishment. He whipped around, looking for what could have made the sound.

I sighed. "On my desk, next to the Ocarina, Link. We have a visitor."

Link's gaze followed my directions, and Vaati gave a slight wave. Link's sun-kissed skin went white.

Another knock.

I opened the door to find a stranger. She had fair, almost blue, skin, red and yellow eyes, and bright orange hair, pulled back into a steampunk-looking metal hair tie. Shade was behind her.

"Hey, Zel. Let me in," she demanded. Her voice sounded like…

"Midna?" I asked quietly, almost a whisper. She, and Shade, just smiled manically.

"The True me," she said, gliding past me. Link looked like he was about to shit bricks. This made the Twili laugh.

"Hey, Zelda," Shade broke. "I heard you needed 'anyone who could hear you'," he used hand quotes.

"You can-" I was cut off.

"Long story," he said, raising a hand to stop my sentence.

"Right," I shook it off. I walked to my desk and picked up the impatient Picori.

"Guys, this is Vaati. He's come to help."

Vaati bowed slightly. "At your disposal."

I swear, they were all about to shit bricks.

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A/N: I like this chapter. And I hope you like the fast update. Since it took forever, I thought I'd make it up to you guys. What do you think? Is Vaati being truthful, or is he actually on the opposing side? Stay tuned to find out! And while you're waiting, you can review! It's simple!

Bai!