Hello, everyone. I'm updating, finally, to let you all know—this is an update for all my stories. My old laptop is…well, I put it out of its misery. You've GOT to understand. I mean, it was held together by duct tape, ran slowly, and the actual programs that NEEDED to make the computer run properly didn't work anymore. Plus, it had VISTA, which I hate. I am updating on my NEW computer that my step-father kindly tricked up for me. It runs Windows XP and I will be getting adjusted to it. Bear with me will I DO get , here's Chapter Three….but I have a problem. Here's a little slip of writing that I forgot to mention—after they escorted Telma and Ilia, the wall of Twilight RETURNED. So currently, they're SOL in Kakariko. Moving on…

This is Chapter 3, and I've decided…it's not gonna be a four-shot. Nope! It's gonna be a full blown series.

Warning: This chapter contains mature swing. Okay, not really. It curses a few times and I pull a few effs.

Midna's Point of View (POV):

It was cold when I blinked my eyelashes open. I was on my back, looking up at a rotting wooden ceiling that was high above me with a crystal chandelier above me. I felt…wrong, like I had suddenly awoken in a male body. And what was with the floor? It felt like ice—I moved my left arm that was stretched out—yup, it was ice.

The air was too familiar. Murky, steamy and wet with the smell of rain against brick. I was in the Twilight, where I belonged. But there was a strange, sweet and fresh undertone to the air. The Light Realm's scent; floral and warm. Too sweet, maybe, but I was used to it by then.

I pressed my palms against the slippery floor and shoved myself up. Again, my body felt too wrong. Tall, strong, and way too…thin. My eyes traced the room—red carpet covering about half of it, two doors farther into the room, a few chairs and décor that marked it as a house, and two broken stairwells on either side of me.

Then I looked at the ice.

The world spun as I fell backwards, letting out a shriek. Several emotions filled me at once—shock, wonder, worry and sheer joy. I hit the ice and yanked myself up again. Get a grip, you idiot! I scolded myself, looking at myself in the ice again. I frowned, and the body in the reflection frowned, the high cheek bones tightening in the action, the jaw setting. The yellow and red eyes narrowed, the thin brows furrowing. It made up my face, my true face. Not the baby-ish imp face that I knew so well by then, but my usual face. The one with the sharp features that defined unusual beauty.

And the body! The thin black undergarments flanked by a black and blue cloak that cradled my tall, thin frame. My frame, with pale blue skin. All mine for the keeping, or the taking, or whatever. The bare feet slid over the ice as I walked forward, suddenly cushioned by the velvet red carpet.

Reflexes released my power into my fingertips as I heard his slimy voice. I turned on my heel when I did, outraged and scared. "Enjoying your new—let me correct myself—old body, Midna?" His armor that stretched over his head and down the shoulders of his robe cocked to the side, waiting for my response.

I growled and spoke in my voice—high, bubbly and louder than my imp soprano—"Where is she?!" My voice grew in pitch and octaves until I was screaming at him, swearing and yelling myself senseless. He waited almost patiently by the stairwell until I had to gasp for a breath, where he interrupted me. If he has laid a FINGER on Blondie, I swear I'll blow his fucking head off. I wasn't heartless, despite what my actions had done. I cared about her because Link cared about her. Simple as that.

"Look for yourself, Midna," He responded calmly, gesturing to something behind me. He snapped his fingers, I blinked, and found myself walking to the sparkling tube of ice in the center of the room.

What was it? Was…was there something—no, I decided as I got closer to the frozen container—someone was inside it. Someone with a familiar petite frame, soft features, a cream tunic top and brown trousers, gray-pale skin, lank bleached hair that rested against her forehead…

I blasted a ball of black energy out as hard as I could, the sound of the boom's noise echoing off the walls and blurring my vision. Even with that amount of energy, it didn't break the ice. I was behind outraged because of what Ilia really looked like. Dark crimson splotches were over were her heart was. Against the ivory of her neck, inky bruises formed.

"You!" I hissed, turning on my heel. This was going to kill Link, I realized. Ilia was dead and Link would go into depression and never talk to me again. Then I'd go into depression and bada-bing-bada-boom, we'd all wind up dead. Great.

What a fucking happy ending.

"You can save her, you know," Zant chuckled, reaching into his robe and pulling out two things. One was a golden ball that resembled a Poe's soul. Ilia's soul. The other was small, feeble and pink-ish red, with dark lines curving through it…thumping…pulsing…something was dripping…bleeding…

My scream was loud enough to crack the chandelier into thousands of crystal shards, but the hysterics were only starting. I hoped he would stick around for the REAL part of my freak out. Why wouldn't he?

Oh, my mind was screaming in panic and outrage and defiance. The things I imagined—the unholy, bloody and sensible things I thought…oh, I wanted to do them. I would fall and let him come to see and make sure I was dead, then I'd slowly rip him apart, starting with his toes so he would feel all the pain. I would torture him to death like he had done to Ilia. I would mangle him till every part of his body was broken.

But I didn't. Because I had logic, because somewhere back in my family tree, I had been human. I was part human and I gave into my emotions too easily. The panic and sadness over powered the outrage, and my knees gave out.

My body was shaking and I was gurgling sobs and screaming at the same time. I couldn't speak because my throat was too tight. I had fallen, and Link would fall if he ever found out about Ilia.

"You are oblivious, Midna. Light and Shadow cannot coexist, even if they love each other…we must all be one, otherwise Ilia's case will repeat itself." Zant circled me like a hawk circles his prey. I groaned at his statement because of its obvious truth. I was the cause of this. I had broken Ilia. It didn't matter that I hadn't tortured her because I was the cause of her death. "My Midna…if you want to, you can save her. You can save Link…if you help me and my King…"

And I was abruptly screaming, my arms flailing and sending out useless shocks of power, trying to show that I was strong…and, well, not succeeding. I felt his foot leave the ground and the jolt of pain as it slammed onto my arm. Snap. Another slam. Snap. Another. Snap. More of them. Snap, snap, snap…

Part of me held back from screaming "I'LL HELP! NOW STOP IT!". Because I could just see Link's face, glassy and screaming WHY?!. My mind flashed through the past few days like cards. Falling on the Lake Hylia Bridge…falling through the air on his back. Flying that giant bird. His face when he kissed me. But…then there was the matter of me letting this happen. I would take not only Ilia but myself away from him. I would snatch his life to save his world.

Darkness…saving his love…saving him…saving me…

"Stop!" I shrieked, my tone colored in defeat. The breaking stopped with one final snap—but it wasn't on my body—my broken, mangled body. No, this was a snap of fingers. A warm sensation filled me, the pain of a thousand snaps fading into the feeling of being healed...I was floating towards a golden light and then it was snatched by my new home.

Blackness.

***

"Get up." It was a hoarse tenor that boomed above me in that absolute blackness. I felt nothing as I yanked myself up, opening my eyes when I was standing. I was standing on some sort of black plain—complete blackness, cold and biter, with a man standing in front of me. His orange hair was cropped against his crinkled forehead, his red eyes glowing, yellowing teeth exposed in a sneer. He was bulky with black and gold armor covering his green-ish skin. A sword hung on his belt, unsheathed and glowing red.

"Princess Midna," He pounded the words in a harsh falsetto. "You have agreed to give up these realms…"

"I can only speak for my realm, don'tcha know," I snapped.

The man chuckled. "You have spoken for both realms. Your fate is tangled in theirs'," He boomed.

I nodded, a feeling of relief coming over me. He spoke the truth—my life would not be life without the Light Realm. I was too tangled. Light and Shadow couldn't mix…this was the only way. Yes, it was selfish. But was it not selfish to let the Hero die from grief? It was better this way. I shoved out the thoughts of Zelda's grief, wincing. "I, Princess Midna, speak on behalf of both realms. In order to save the people of the realms, I give you permission to create a realm of eternal darkness."

It was ironic. Link's quest—our quest—had been in vain. Everything that Hyrule had sacrificed to keep this man from gaining the conquest…it was trash now. I snorted.

"I am Ganondorf," Ganondorf introduced himself. I rolled my eyes. Who in all of the realms names their son something that rhythms with DORK?! "And you, Princess Midna, are no longer a ruler. Zant shall be Prince, I shall be Supreme Dictator. I shall make rules that I expect your friends and you to obey. Failure shall result in Ilia's death, then your own. Link will end himself after that point. I expect you to also stave off Zelda."

Yes, I could. I would. I could do this to keep my sun alive. To keep the Hero alive. I would sentence Hyrule to death. Even if Link hated me for it…I would do this, for him. I thought of the grief that I had already caused Hyrule, caused Link, caused Ilia…and with that, I gave it all up. "We have a deal."

Yes, yes. It's so wonderful of me to leave a cliffy. Chapter Four is NO LONGER inspired by My Last Breath. This will not be a fourshot. This is my newest series that will change Hyrule forever. So read and review!