A/N: Hello everyone, I'm going to put the ages of the characters in the beginning of this and the next chapter. I've revised this chapter and added some more info. I feel slightly guilty adding Rahzel into this fic, but I couldn't think of another name :(. Anyways, don't worry she won't be one of the main characters.

Link:9

Midna:10

Pipit and Ghirahim: 11

Midna grabbed a fistful of the flower petals in her basket and threw them angrily to the ground. She didn't even entertain the thought of smiling. She didn't approve of this at all. Once she reached the end of the aisle she turned to the left and stood beside the stage.

The young Twili frowned more deeply as she turned to look at the groom in this nightmare of a wedding. The Twili king held his head high and Midna held her gag reflex. The organ started playing and to Midna the sound sounded like a death march. Midna looked down the aisle and saw her mother walking slowly down the aisle.

The young Twili knew that her mother needed this position, but the thought of Zant being her step-father made her stomach sick. Midna wished she could shout that she protested this union, but her mother told her that this was necessary.

Luckily, this torture was finally was over, now she just had to survive the reception. She sat at the wall watching her mother and Zant dance. "Psst," a voice called, "Midna."

The young Twili looked over to the noise. Sneaking in the shadows stood Ghirahim. Midna quickly looked around the room to see if anyone noticed the young child. She silently walked to the other. "What are you doing here?" She asked angrily. "If you are found, you can start another war. "

Ghirahim chuckled, "I won't get caught. Besides, I got your letter and decided that you need some emotional support."

Midna smiled slightly before frowning again, "Thank you, but you should leave."

Ghirahim shrugged, "Link and Pipit also wanted to share their condolences." The demon snapped and disappeared in a shower of diamonds.

Midna looked at the spot he left empty with a smile. She turned back to the party now more energized to face this.

LOZ-LOZ-LOZ

"You need to make sure that the blade is always sharp," Pipit instructed as he sharpened his sword on the whetting stone. Link watched his older brother in fascination. "You try," the brunette said stepping aside to allow the younger Hylian the opportunity to care for his blade.

Link stepped forward to the spinning stone. He gingerly put the blade against the edge of the stone. The loud grinning noise filled the hall. Once satisfied, the young Hylian removed the sword. Link held out his sword to his brother. Pipit looked over it and nodded.

"That's great. Let's talk to Ganondorf. He said he was going to teach us some sword tricks," Pipit said sheathing his blade and heading to the older man's room. Link followed the older Hylian.

"What if he doesn't want to train us?" Link asked his older brother, "He isn't the nicest person and I don't think he likes us."

Pipit sighed, "That's because you are a cry baby. If you were as strong as me, Ganondorf will be willing to teach you."

Link pouted but didn't respond when Pipit stopped by Ganondorf's door. It was slightly ajar. The two boys stood outside the room and listened to the raised voices within.

"Simeon, you are stunting them. The four kingdoms will not be in peace forever. It would be best to send them to the knight academy as soon as possible," Ganondorf's loud voice shouted.

"They are children, Ganon. They will not be fighting in the war," their father responded.

"You are a fool if you think that Demise cares. You have no right to be Hylia's military advisor. You are going to get us killed."

"This again," Simeon said frustrated, "You are still upset she chose me over you?"

"I'm the better military strategist. I also have a greater commanding presence."

Pipit knocked at door. The older child didn't say anything, but Link had a feeling that this wasn't the first time Ganondorf and his father fought. The two voices became silent. "Come in," Ganondorf finally said.

Pipit walked in slowly and Link followed. "Is this a bad time?" Pipit asked, "We can come later."

"You three can do your training. I was just leaving. Ganon, flaunting our power isn't the only way to bring peace," Simeon said before leaving the room.

Link watched as his father left and briefly wondered what he had meant. He shrugged it off as grown-up talk and joined Pipit who was chatting animatedly with Ganondorf.

LOZ-LOZ-LOZ

Ghirahim was lounging in the upper branches of a tree. He reached for a nearby fruit and picked it. He inspected it with a critical eye and found it unworthy of his consumption. He scrunched up his nose and tossed the offending fruit to the ground. "Ghirahim," his father's voice called up angrily. Ghirahim leaned to one side to look down at his father. "Get down. NOW," the older noble shouted.

The young prince snapped his fingers to teleport to the ground. He gave his father a smile. "Your tutors are waiting for you," the older being said.

"After my lessons can you teach me more magic? You're a better teacher and you know a lot more than my tutors," Ghirahim said excitedly.

The older shook his head, "I won't have time today. Ghirahim, you have to understand times are very dangerous. You need to train yourself. I don't have time to."

Ghirahim lowered his head. "I understand. I'll be off to my lessons." He begun to turn and walk back to the castle. A bird cawed and Ghirahim looked up as his falcon dived to him. The bird landed on his shoulder. He pulled the note from the bird and the messenger took off again.

The young noble unrolled the parchment and begun to read the childish scribbles that were no doubt Link's.

"Girahem," the white-haired child read and was debating whether to be offended that the Hylian couldn't spell his name. He eventually shrugged it off and continued reading. "I'm sorry to hear about all your class work. I hope that your dad will find time to train with you like ours does. I'm glad that you visited Midna." At this point the handwriting changed to the more precise print of Pipit.

"Hey, this is Pipit. We were writing this letter to tell you that we will be heading to the knight academy in the Northern Mountains. The mail carriers don't travel that far north, so we will be out of touch for a long time."

Ghirahim didn't bother to read the rest of the message and just crumbled the paper. He frowned slightly at the letter. He was upset that the two Hylians would no longer be able to speak with him, but he still had Midna to speak with. The young noble sighed knowing that even the Twili won't speak with him. He tossed the letter aside and continued to his lessons. The young noble kicked at the dirt. The two Hylians were his only friends and their betrayal was like hot knife in his stomach. He grumbled as he kicked the rocks that lined the street. He wiped his eyes that seemed to be reacting to something in the air.

"You're late," a male voice called. Ghirahim looked up to see a man about the age of his father looking annoyed as Ghirahim walked toward him. Beside the trainer was a young girl about his age. The young noble's jaw almost drop. Even with her face in an annoyed scowl, he thought that she was pretty.

"I'm going to be your combat instructor, my name is Kien," the male demon said. Kien seemed to notice the look that the young noble gave the young girl beside him. The instructor chuckled softly and put his arm around her, "this is my daughter, Rahzel. She is studying to be part of the Silver Sabers." Ghirahim looked at the young girl and immediately doubted her ability to join the most skilled soldiers in the kingdom.

Ghirahim reached his hand forward, "It's a pleasure to meet you." He gave a smile to match the polite greeting.

The young girl narrowed her eyes before reaching out as well. She gripped his hand and gave a smile as well. He was pulled forward and turned. The young noble was left blinking stunned. He was looking up at angry red eyes framed by silver hair. "With all due respect, my lord, titles and niceties mean nothing in war."

Ghirahim while shocked was amused at the ferocity of the attack. He grinned wider. "We are not in a war,"

The girl removed herself from the young noble, "not yet."