A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you all are ready for Thanksgiving. I sure am. *sigh* I need a break from school. Anyways, enough about me. Thank you Artizaptres101 and Fate be damned for following and favoriting my fic. Thank you a whole bunch.

Midna clamored up a tree when she heard branches cracking. She hated having to hide all the time, but bokoblins never traveled alone. They were normally in packs that would be immensely difficult to subdue. The Twili thought back to Link's offer. Could she really find refuge in Hylia's city? She shook her head. Hylia wouldn't allow the Twili to stay there. They were once her enemies. Midna sunk back into the foliage of the tree as a pair of bokoblins walked out of the brush. She ready her dagger waiting to see if anymore would appear. As usual ten more of the red creatures waddled out.

They screeched together and made odd laughing noises. Midna put away her dagger; she'll have to stay in the tree until the group moved on. She leaned back and looked up at the night sky. She wondered if her mother was watching over her. Midna hoped so; she also hoped that the goddesses were seeing what was happening. Maybe they could intervene and stop Demise. A trumpet sounded through the trees and Midna looked to the source of the sound.

The sound of hoof-falls shook the tree slightly. The bokoblins looked nervous before they pulled out their scimitars. Four large horses charges through the clearing trampling over the bokoblins. One of the men on the horses leaped off and finished them. Midna recognized immediately. Link lifted his blue eyes to the tree. He was searching. "Midna," He called up. "Come down please."

The Twili sighed and dropped through the branches. She landed softly on the ground. "Are you happy now?" she asked crossing her arms. She tried not to feel happy that the Hylian found her.

"I…um..I wanted to invite you again to stay with me..I mean…in the city," Link stuttered now turning a light shade of pink.

"Sure," Midna said giving in. Link practically beamed at her. "Only for a little while she said," She nearly giggled when Link pouted.

"You can ride with me and we can speak with Hylia immediately," Link said whistling. His chestnut horse trotted to the pair. Link mounted the horse and offered to help the Twili onto the mare, but Midna declined and pulled herself up with ease. With a click of Link's tongue, the horse joined the other Hylians.

They were congratulating themselves on a job well done. "Midna," another voice called out in surprise as the pair walked forward on the horse. A yellow-clad teen stepped into view. Midna searched for a name; He must be Pipit. The brunette knight stopped at the side of the horse. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Midna scoffed at the question. "Oh I'm perfectly fine. I've just been running for my life for the past couple of months, my mother is more than likely dead, and my kingdom is in shatters, but I'm perfectly fine," the Twili said sarcastically. She softened at the hurt look that Pipit gave her. "I'm sorry shouldn't have blown up on you," she muttered.

Pipit laid a hand on her forearm," I know nothing I say can fix the pain you're in, but I'm truly sorry." Midna nodded her head accepting the sympathy.

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Midna stood in front of the golden throne. She wondered what the demi-goddess thought of her. The twili knew she looked like a mess. Her orange hair was tangled and her clothes in rags. "Midna, I have heard what happened to your people," Hylia began. The Twili looked up into the goddess's eyes. They appeared to be wet with tears. Hylia took a step off her throne. Midna took a nervous step back; she remembered the terrible stories from the previous war. The princess knew that the goddess killed many of her kind during the war. The Twili panicked a little when the goddess wrapped her arms around her shoulders.

But the hold wasn't uncomfortable. It was like when she was younger and her mother would comfort her. These memories caused the Twili princess eyes to water. Midna buried her face into the goddess's shoulder. Hylia didn't mind and ran her fingers through the Twili's orange hair. "You're safe now. I will not allow Demise to capture you," Hylia whispered.

Although Midna hated to be seen as weak, she understood that Hylia wasn't doubting her strength, but allowing her rest. "May I stay here?" Midna asked. Hylia pulled away from their embrace and brushed away a stray strand of hair.

"As long as you need," Hylia stated.

"There is something you need to know," Midna started. "Several years ago, Zant discovered an artifact called the Fused Shadows. They give great power to those who use it."Midna paused for a moment. "But they went missing a while back."

Hylia's eyes narrowed, "Do you think that Demise has them?"

Midna shrugged, "I can't think of any other way he could defeat us." The goddess looked concern, but didn't say anything.

"Your Grace, I think Midna should rest now," Link said as he walked forward. Hylia agreed and Link led Midna out of the throne room.

The Twili looked to the blonde Hylian. "Thank you, Link. I wouldn't have thought to come here for aide. I..You're a good friend," The Twili said with a small smile.

"It's nothing. It's the least that I could do," Link said. His face got serious, "I just want this to be over. Why does Demise think he has the right to hurt all of us."

Midna thought as hard as she could, "I don't know. Maybe some people are just evil."

"But good people can do bad things, right?" Link asked.

Midna had the feeling that the Hylian wasn't speaking about Demise anymore. "Sometimes a person's actions seem evil because he don't know the entirety of the situation." Link pondered this.

"I'm glad you're here, Midna," Link said with a sigh.

Midna smiled at the knight, "As am I. But I should really clean up." Link blushed sweetly and excused himself. The Twili princess chuckled to herself as she prepared her bath.

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Ganondorf paced impatiently in front of Ghirahim's cell. The small containment was empty and the sorcerer knew why and it made his blood boil. The longer he stayed within the demon king's employment, the more Ganondorf hated the man. There was the sound of two sets of footsteps. Ganondorf turned to the newcomers. Two bokoblins walked to the cell dragging a body between them. The body's white hair told Ganondorf of his identity.

The bokoblins tossed Ghirahim's unmoving body in the cell. Ganondorf watched them leave before he approached the teen. The red-head put a hand on the teen's shoulder. Ghirahim barely moved. "Touching," Demise's voice said from behind.

Ganondorf turned around to face the king. "Your majesty," Ganondorf greeted without a snarl.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you pitied him," Demise started now beside the teen. The fire-headed demon stepped on the teen's outstretched hand. This action resulted in a pained gasp from Ghirahim.

"I believe that you are not using him to his full potential," Ganondorf said.

"One can use a person till they are broken. Not until they forget who they are." With this sentence, Demise left Ganondorf alone. Ganondorf growled to himself. One day the demon king would feel all the pain he caused.