"He's got the Harp of the Twilight! Arrest him!" Ghalasat yelled out, his gruff, booming voice filling the room. The guards dashed towards Link, magic-encircled spears pointed at him. The King of the Twilight himself drew his sword, which emanated a black and maroon glow. Gently nudging Karana behind him, he guarded her, sword held high, a look of determination burning in his vermillion eyes. It vaguely reminded Link of the way Rusl had guarded Uli when Link had tried to enter his house as a wolf. A desire to protect the ones you love. No matter the race, the realm, whatever, this was a feeling that was mutual among all.

Link's heart pounded in his chest. He had played the Nocturne of Shadow, but nothing happened. Maybe he and Midna hadn't played in sync with each other? If the Prelude of Light warped one to the Temple of Time, then the Nocturne of Shadow must warp him to the Shadow Temple, or something of the sort. But didn't Midna say that this was the shadow temple? The song got me into the twilight...

Link, definitely not for the first time over the last few weeks, was at a loss for what to do. A guard swung his spear at him, and he ducked. Any other enemy, and Link would have put an end to it without hesitation. But these were people! Not demented tyrants who planned to take over the world, but just regular people! They were Midna's people too, or at least they should've been. He couldn't bring himself to strike the guard. Link made up his mind to rely on defense until he could think of a less deadly solution.

He took out his sheild and blocked the attacks. Spheres of dark Twili magic were being shot from some spears, while other guards preferred to attack the old-fashioned way. The magic, like the guards' outside the door, traveled through the shield to Link whenever it made contact. It spread throughout his body like wildfire, and was about equally comfortable. It stung with each step Link took. He could feel his energy wane. He ran up one flight of the twin stairs that were one each side of the room in an effort to escape the pain and weakness that was enveloping him. The guards followed him suite. Link came to a stop. He was on a balcony that was raised above the throne. The guards were closing in on him. The only thing left to do was jump. As he staggered toward the edge of the balcony, a devastatingly sharp pain rang throughout his right leg. As he fell from the edge he looked back and saw a spear lodged in the back of his right knee. The spear fell out of the wound and landed on the floor with a clang as Link collapsed on the ground next to it, right in front of Ghalasat. He groaned and attempted to stand back up, but couldn't do it. He cursed under his breath for being so weak. Wasn't he supposed to be the brave, courageous one? Some hero I am, he thought. His vision was blurry and deteriorating rapidly. Ghalasat bent down, unsheathed the Master Sword and held it over Link's head. The guards were gathered around him. Through his cloudy vision, Link could see Ghalasat's solemn expression as the sword made it's descent. Link closed his eyes, preparing for the worst. He heard a solid thump mere inches from his left ear and his eyes flashed open. The Master Sword had been stuck into the grout that separated the chrome tiles from one another. His eyesight was dimming and he was having a hard time keeping consciousness.

"Has this man committed so much crime that he must be immediately put to death? We must not be hasty in our decisions, for we could make a foolish and even grave mistake. Take him to the dungeons for now and go back to your posts. I need time to contemplate this matter." Ghalasat sat back on his throne and massaged his temples, letting out a sigh of stress.

"B-but sweetie, what about-" Karana began nervously, twidling her fingers.

"Karana, do not be irksome. I need peace and quiet. Why don't you take the Harp back to where it belongs?"

"Y-yes. Of course." She gave her husband an apprehensive look. The guards yanked Link up off the ground. She unhooked the Harp from Link's back and exited the main door. The guards waited for an order.

"You are dismissed."

They dragged him through the halls and downstairs. Link was thrown into a dark, damp cell.

I'm sorry, Midna...

The last thing he heard before losing consciousness was the click of the dungeon door's lock.

Well, I know this chapter is very, very, short, but I was having an extremely difficult time with it.

I know it's been quite awhile since the last chapter, but don't think that I haven't been writing, I have. My new part-time fic, These Things Will Change, has been uploaded, so if ya'll get a chance go check it out. I also have a very, very long oneshot in the finishing stages, and I need someone to be a Beta for it. If anyone is interested let me know! It's for FishyLishy's contest.:)

Thanks!

-Peaches