A/N: Hello everyone. I have reedit the previous chapter. Nothing much, but I added more to the end. The most important information added was a new character, Rahzel. She is the daughter of Ghirahim's swordsmanship instructor who dreams of becoming a Silver Saber, a group of highly skilled soldiers. Anyways, there is no need to reread the chapter.

-EquinoxWolf- Thank you for the review. I do agree with you and I will admit that writing a lot of emotion is difficult for me. Thanks again for the critique.

Link:13

Midna:14

Pipit and Ghirahim: 15

Link wiped his brow as he tightened his grip on his sword. "Give up, Link. I'm the best apprentice in this school," Pipit bragged, motioning with his sword. Link sized up his brother and his stance. He remembered what his instructor had said. The blonde tried to find any weakness in his spar partner's stance. The older Hylian held his sword with the right pressure, but Link noticed that his feet would prevent any quick movements.

With a deep breath, Link charged forward. He feinted to the left. When Pipit turned to follow the quick movement, Link backed flipped. He landed on his feet and used the blunt end of his sword to slam into Pipit's ribs.

The brunette stumbled back, but quickly regained his balance. The two boys attacked each other. Link kept his eyes on his brother's sword. He watched the silver glint and matched each movement. There was a satisfying ring after every parry.

Pipit grew more and more angry. His movement rather than becoming more erratic, become more calculated. Link found it odd that every movement came so naturally. Pipit tried to keep ahead, but he was soon faltering to Link's onslaught. The brunette Hylian's sword flew from his hands and sunk into the ground.

Pipit held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. He didn't look pleased at the result of the spar, but didn't comment. "Good job you two," a deep jolly voice sounded. Both trainees looked to the observer. The voice came from a portly man with a bright smile. The knight commander put his hands on his hips in a proud manner. Beside the instructor was two beings. One was Simeon with a proud smile on his face and the other was Ganondorf nodding his head in approval.

"I think we have seen enough," the instructor said. Link and Pipit sheathed their swords and walked to the group of older men. "From this moment, you two are officially knights. Congratulation," the plump man said holding out two bird-like crests. Both boys grabbed the ornaments, this honor completely overwhelmed any other emotion.

"Thank you, Sir," both said with a respectful bow. The group started to leave the court yard to celebrate the young Hylians' graduation. Link felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Ganondorf.

"May I speak with you privately, Link?" The red-head asked. The young blonde nodded. The rest of the group continued forward. "Originally, I was going to ask pipit this, but you seem more worthy." Link just looked at him questioning wondering what the older man meant by not worthy. He wondered if it had to do with him beating Pipit. "I fear for the future. I believe that war is on our doorsteps. We have been lucky that we haven't been attacked yet."

"What do you think we need to do?" Link asked.

"I want to train you," Ganondorf answered, "If we do enter a war, we are going to need a hero."

"But you we already training us," Link said, "Not to be rude, but what is so different now."

Ganondorf nodded without a hint of anger, "Before I was just scratching the surface of what I know. With my help, you can be the hero we need. One that can protect all of us."

Link thought it over. He grew up with the older man and knew that both Her Grace and his dad trusted him. Link, himself, also trusted the sorcerer. "I'll do it," Link said simply.

LOZ-LOZ-LOZ-

Midna smirked at all the target smashed beneath her dark magic. The splinters rained over her landing on the already littered ground. Today was the day. The young Twili held her head high. She knew her part and she must play it to perfection.

She fell to her knees and brought her hand to her forehead. She didn't have to say anything as the guards immediately rushed her side. They were asking her if she was feeling well. In a small weak voice, she whispered, "I'm just feeling a little dizzy." This one statement caused a large uproar as the other Twili picked up their princess. They hurried her to the infirmary.

Midna found herself soon after on a soft bed with nearly all the castle personnel around her. She hid her pleased smile. This was perfect. After a couple of minutes a loud scream rang through the halls. Midna recognized it as her mother's. Suddenly all attention was off of the princess and turned to the queen. The guards that surrounded Midna now started to race down the hall.

The young Twili followed behind the stampede. The large group stopped at the royal bedroom with its door halfway opened. Midna saw her mother kneeling on the floor face in hands. This wasn't drew the most attention; what the servants saw was the growing lake of blood in which their king laid. Zant, the king of the Twili was undeniably dead. This thought alone brought another smile to Midna's face.

….

Midna stood silent beside her mother. They were left alone at the upturned dirt with couple of condolences. "Good job, Midna. They didn't suspect a thing," the older woman said.

Midna nodded, "It needed to be done. If Zant wasn't stopped, he would throw us into another war. Too many would have died for his foolishness." The younger Twili turned away from the grave. She knew this was the first step. One day it would fall solely on her shoulders to protect her people and she was willing to do whatever it took.

LOZ-LOZ-LOZ-

Ghirahim stood beside his father as they looked at the group of warriors training to join the Silver Sabers. He watched as Rahzel sparred with a man older than herself. The young noble smiled as she darted quick like a hummingbird. She used her blade like a bee uses it stinger; the movements quick and sure. The man tried to hit her, but she dodged and weaved.

"We have a good batch this year," Ghirahim's father said as he watched all the warriors. Ghirahim just nodded; still keeping his eyes on his friend. "Everyone gather around. We'll announce the results of the try outs," the king said.

Immediately, all the fighting beings stopped and lined up in front of the two nobles. The king looked over the gathered group. "The following people have been seen as acceptable to join the Silver Sabers. " The older noble cleared his throat before continuing. "Alina." Ghirahim watched as Rahzel lowered her shoulders slightly. She quickly regained her captive attention. "Gwaine." Once again her smile slipped, but it came back again. "Uther," with this another warrior smiled as Rahzel frowned. "And lastly," the king paused and all the warriors leaned forward slightly. "Marius."

Those who were not chosen all lowered their heads. "However, there is another position that has been filled. My son is in need of a personal guard. The only person I found worthy is..Rahzel."

Ghirahim grinned knowing that he told his father to choose his friend. Although the girl had made it into the Silver Sabers, his father agreed and gave her position to another. The girl's face however was absolutely shocked. The group dispersed leaving just the two silver-haired teens.

"So congratulations. It's a great honor to be my guard," Ghirahim started.

Rahzel sighed, "Yeah, I guess. I just wished that I did well enough to make it into the Silver Sabers." Ghirahim didn't say anything.

"Well, maybe this is better. The Silver Sabers are in very dangerous situations. They put their life on the line every day. Wouldn't you rather be safe with me?"

The white-haired girl nodded, "That's a good point. There isn't any need for me to risk my life unnecessarily. Who knows what I could become. A better knight."

"A queen," Ghirahim muttered.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Nothing," Ghirahim said with a smile.

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Ghirahim led the way through the city. Rahzel followed him like she always did. "So then my mom said that I'll lose my own head if it wasn't attached," Ghirahim said with a laugh.

"Or if I wasn't there to keep it attached," Rahzel said. She widened her eyes, "I'm sorry that was out of line."

Ghirahim put an arm around her shoulders with a laugh. "I like when you speak your mind," he said. He was going to continue when he saw his father walking down the street. He separated from his guard and followed.

"Ghirahim, where are you going?" he heard her call as he watched his father enter a home. He didn't answer as he stopped at an open window. He could feel Rahzel stop beside him. She didn't say a word and watched her king. The woman that lived here curtsied as she saw the older noble in her house.

Ghirahim watched as his father said something to the woman. She took a small step back as the king took one forward. She looked for way out before lowering her head submissively. The king put a hand under the woman's chin and forced it up. The younger noble watched as his father forced his face into the woman's.

Ghirahim nearly gasped when a hand was placed over his mouth. A gentle nudge was all that was needed to move the young noble. Away from the house, the hand removed itself. "How can he do that?" Ghirahim shouted tears burning as they formed. "What of my mom? Doesn't he care about her?" he continued to shout.

"Ghirahim," Rahzel's soft voice said. Ghirahim paused to wipe his eyes. "Some people have desires that harm others."

"That woman could have said no," Ghirahim growled.

Rahzel sighed and placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder, "no she couldn't. If she spoke against the king, he would have her killed." The guard removed her hand and lowered her gaze, "While titles mean nothing on the battlefield, they mean everything in our daily lives."

Ghirahim thought of this. Just because of who he was born, he could do anything he wanted too. "Rahzel, don't move," he commanded. The girl froze immediately following his order. Ghirahim with shaking hands stepped closer to the girl. He could see that she was getting uncomfortable, but she didn't move. He rose his hands to cradle her face. She still hadn't budged. Ghirahim could see fear in her eyes as he leaned forward. Their lips were inches apart when Ghirahim could feel guilt eating at his heart. Just because his father abused his power didn't mean, he should. Ghirahim backed away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," he apologized.

He looked at her again to see Rahzel holding her arms around her stomach. Her eyes looked like they would start spilling tears. "I accept for apology," she said robotically. Ghirahim reached out to her. The teen flinched before the noble could touch her.

"Please forgive me," he repeated lowering his head. Rahzel lifted her gaze to him and wordlessly nodded her head.