Void stood across from Sheik, the pale blue ocarina raised to lips. The passage of time was strange in the Twilight Realm and he was unsure of how much time had passed in the Light World when several days had passed in the Twilight Realm. His crimson eyes were narrowed as he listened to Sheik play the lyre. The music was pure and sweet, but carried a haunting echo of sadness.

Sheik has completed the song and lowered his lyre, watching as Void played it back to him. It reminded Sheik of when he had taught Link these very same songs. Void's fingers played across the ocarina, the sound pitch perfect for how Link used to play, centuries ago in a time that never happened. Sheik closed his eyes and banished the thought before it could well up and consume his mind. The Twilight Realm was Sheik's home now and he couldn't let his mind be drawn back into its old rut.

It had been centuries and Sheik had made this place his home. When Zant had begun to come to power, Sheik had been the first to warn the Princess, but, alas, she had not listened to him. She was young and beautiful, but knew little of the world beyond her castle walls. In her anger at his impudence in accusing her adviser of treachery, she banished him sent him into the outskirts of the Twilight Realm. Sheik had been unable to do anything for his adopted people when Zant betrayed his people and cursed the princess. Sheik had remained near the Castle, against the demands of his exile, and had seen her flee to the World of Light. Now all Sheik could do was wait. In the past, he had attempted to assassinate the false king and rid the Twilight Realm of the darkness that had stolen across the land turned their people into monsters, but he'd quickly learned there was more at work here than just Zant. He'd gained his awful powers from somewhere and Sheik believed he knew where.

Sheik had been living in secret on the outskirts of the Twilight Realm when he felt the very realm shudder as something happened. The air turned cold and he felt the same dread he'd once felt and reached out to the one person he'd ever met in the Twilight Realm to warn her. She thought him foolish in his petty worries, but she took him in regardless and had him instated in the same position he'd been in the Wolf of Light once she learned who he was and what his role in history had been. If only she'd listened to him, things would not have come to this.

Void lowered the ocarina when he's finished playing and looked at Sheik. The music sounded different when he played it from when Sheik played it. Void felt devoid of emotion at the moment and felt a faint flicker of anger at it. Since he'd come to the Twilight Realm his anger had cooled and faded almost altogether. It left him feeling empty and vulnerable. Though he hated this feeling, Void found it harder to draw upon his anger now. He watched the preoccupied Sheik and silently blamed him for his lack of ability to draw on his emotions in this place.

Sheik twisted his hand, the lyre disappearing into particles of Twilight. He beckoned for Void to follow him. Void walked silently after Sheik, the two of them shared no words as they took to the deepest shadows, avoiding the monsters Zant had turned to Twili, the beings of the Twilight Realm, into. They came to stand before their side of the portal back to the Light World and Sheik turned to face Void.

"Zant will be defeated and the way will be restored, but until then, we can only wait and keep watch." Sheik sat silently, his back to the portal and his gaze trained on the distant castle. His eyes grew distant beneath his bangs and Void knew that beneath his cowl Sheik was grimacing.

Void stood silently and watched the Twilight Realm, he could feel the weight of the darkness that had taken over the Twilight Realm and turned its people into monsters. The darkness pressed upon his mind the way Ganondorf's had. He had not seen battle in a several days and felt his skin crawl, it reminded him too much of his imprisonment and sank down to sit beside Sheik.

"What's happening after Zelda sealed me here?" Sheik asked emotionlessly, not looking at Void.

Void was quiet for a long while, he had been sealed in the chamber all the while, but Sheik didn't know that. He wasn't willing to expose this but of information and said, "Ganon was defeated and the world moved on." Void's answer was short and he clenched his jaw in rising anger. He didn't care for the world of light, but the injustices against him time and again wore on his mind.

"It was centuries ago," he added after a while. He didn't want to say anything more, but something in him yearned to be released. It pressed to be spoken of and when he allowed it be, his voice was cold. "I was in that damned chamber the entire time, it wasn't until the Twilight came that I escaped."

Sheik was surprised, but didn't show it. He hadn't known what had happened to Void, or Dark Link as he'd known him, the Shadow, he'd assumed had been killed, but that wasn't the case. To know that he'd been a prisoner, not even free to wander the darkness as Sheik had, was strange. He said nothing, but he felt ill placed sympathy and pity.

The mention of Twilight, however, pulled sheik's attention and he swung his head around to look at Void. "The Twilight's come to the World of Light?" His gaze burned into Void and his voice was accusing.

"Ganondorf," Void spat, a scowl marring his features.

Sheik closed his eyes and wanted to moan in despair. Ganondorf had returned and had brought the Twilight upon the land. If it had been centuries as Void had said, Link would be long dead. The Hero wouldn't be there to oppose the Thief of Darkness.

Void saw this and muttered, "You precious Hero's alive, he'll defeat Ganondorf."

Sheik snapped his head up, his gazed focused on Void. Countless questions flooded his mind, begging to be asked. Was Link like he had been before? What had happened to the Link he knew? Did Link remember anything? Did Link remember him?

Void looked across the planes of Twilight and shrugged at the unasked question. "He was transformed into a wolf when I saw him. There was an imp with him." Void's expression twisted with disgust at the memory and he clenched his jaw.

"The blue eyed beast…" Sheik murmured it to himself and seemed to find comfort in it, but he also closed his eyes, his brow creasing. "The Twili have a legend that a hero will come in the form of a blue eyed beast. If that beast is Link, he won't just save Hyrule; he'll save the Twilight Realm as well."

Sheik felt his insides twist at this. He had guided and been there for Link during the hardest parks of the Hero's journey, he couldn't picture his love going through it all over again as well as defeating Zant. He felt fear and unease for Link, but also gratitude that the Hero had returned when he was needed most.

Link bounded across the desert sand. The wind blew sand in his eyes and his paws sank into the sand, but he pushed on, no matter how hard the going was. He had chosen his wolf form to travel for it was faster and easier to travel across the desert. Night has long since fallen and the half moon rode high in the pitch black sky.

Link could feel Midna's little hand gripping the fur on his back as he ran hard through the cold night. They'd already been to the temple once before and discovered the Mirror was broken, in an effort to find the pieces of the Mirror, Link and a distressed Midna traversed the Hyrulian countryside and went all the way to a temple in the sky to find the fragments. Link felt his heart swell at the memory of regaining Ilia's memories in the process, but a shadow crossed his mind as he saw the great spires of the temple rising before him.

Link slowed his pace as he approached the temple. Of all of the temples, it was the most foreboding. He kept to the shadows as he slipped up to the entrance and returned to his human form with Midna's aid. He rose to his feet and entered the temple with the same wariness he had the first time. He made his way directly to the entrance of the Mirror Chamber and took a deep breath he stepped out into the cold night air. The winding steps up the outside of the temple felt longer than before as he climbed them, foreboding rising in his gut.

Link looked silently up at the silhouettes of the sages. They looked pale and far away under the white light of the moon and sent chills up his spine. He mounted the steps to the pedestal on which the fragment of the Mirror of Twilight sat and watched Midna rise from his shadow. The three remaining fragments materialized from the particles of Twilight and drifted to their places. Midna drew back sharply as the pieces of the Mirror fused and the portal opened, it's white light shining against its black background.

"Link," Midna said quietly, looking back at him with shadowed red eyes. Her expression was afraid and sad. "We have to save my people."

Link nodded in agreement and just before he could step onto the platform of the portal Midna whispered, "Thank you, Link."

Link smiled slightly and nodded, stepping into the light. He felt his body disintegrate into particles of Twilight and then there was nothing.