Post by Dr. Ivo Robotnik on Oct 27, 2007 7:50:11 GMT -5
"Link...I...s-see you later..."
It was over.
The Mirror shattered as the tear hit it. Link stared in utter shock. He knew Midna, and knew she would never wish harm on the world...but to go to that length to do so?
"Link..."
Zelda's voice was one of total surprise. Her eyes were wide, and it appeared that only her natural grace kept her jaw from becoming unhinged. Her eyes darted from what was once a portal to the mythic Twilight Realm, to that of the green clad youth next to her. Link did not speak, but he turned slowly towards the princess. His eyes were a mix of shock and understanding, and they told the whole story.
Midna destroyed the the connection between Hyrule and the Twilight Realm to prevent the same sorrow that overcame Hyrule from ever happening again.
"She's paying a heavy price. A very heavy price." Zelda's voice had regained some its regality. "And you're paying it, too. I cannot say much for the rest of Hyrule, but I at least...am grateful. Link...I shall leave you to yourself. I will prepare to return to Hyrule."
"Zelda."
She stopped short. Link was a very quiet person, and rarely spoke. In fact, this was the first she had really heard his voice. It had a shake in it. "Yes, Link?"
"Thank you. You've got a burden ahead of you, as well. Good luck."
Zelda nodded. Link, however, did not wish to stay, and left the Arbiter's Grounds and the lonely Gerudo Desert with her. He offered to take her by horseback the rest of the way to the castle, which she accepted. Link's horse, Epona, was built like a warhorse, yet had the speed to match Hyrule's fastest racehorses. In half a day, Link had her at the southern gate into town.
After dropping Zelda off, he rode slowly towards his homeland of Ordon. The Master Sword had served its purpose, evil no longer threatened Hyrule. What few monsters roamed the countryside were of no real concern to any traveler worth their merit, and the sword itself seemed to long for sleep. Link considered for a long moment. The sword felt...right, in his hands. However, after Ganondorf's defeat, the sword no longer sang as he swung it. Still lost in thought, he made his way to the Sacred Grove. He drew the sword, made a heavy sigh, and plunged it deeply into the Pedestal. The sword seemed to ring a final war cry at Link, a final salute, or else a wish of good luck. Link, tired and mentally weary, made his way home.
Night had fallen by the time he reached the clearing in the forest that was his home. Tying Epona to a post, he yawned. His body felt heavy. While he wanted to go and greet all of the villagers, his body cried for sleep. Climbing his ladder felt unnecessarily arduous. He entered his house and climbed his way into his own bed, not even bothering to remove his travel gear. His head hit the pillow, and he sighed heavily. Before falling asleep, he made a decision.
Tomorrow, I look for a way into the Twilight Realm.
Midna felt foolish. She knew full well what she had done in destroying the Mirror. It ensured that no dark mind would ever escape from here again, and cause another cataclysm. Yet, she still felt utterly foolish. Cursing internally at herself, she made her way through the Palace of Twilight. Most of the remaining Twili were sluggish and unable to act. Not surprising. It hadn't been that long ago that the mad usurper Zant was in power, and had morpsed them into something grotesque with Ganondorf's power.
Making her way to what was once her own chambers, she began to fully contemplate her actions. Yes, destroying the Mirror was best. Certainly best for Hyrule, but is it best for you? Disliking that thought, she shook her head. She began to finger her red hair. She felt good to be back in her true form again. Just thinking back on that...imp form was loathsome.
She shook her head again. Why am I thinking about that then? Her thoughts began to drift back on the quest that she had been on. As she thought, a picture slowly formed in her head. First, a grey wolf. And then, a youth clad in green.
You will never see him again.
Midna mentally slapped herself. She held her arm at the elbow and let out a shaking sigh. Was I wrong?
Am I wrong?
"Milady?"
One of the few Twili that had managed to recover poked his head into the room.
"Hmm? What is it?" Midna was annoyed, and her tone of voice said so.
"May I express just how...good it is to see you whole again? Zant was most terrible. Having to-"
She cut him off. "Leave."
"But majesty, I was..."
Midna shot him a glance. "You were just leaving. Now go." Her tone of voice shifted from annoyance to anger. She held up her hand.
"I apologize, I..."
"I'm sure you want to irritate me further." Midna's eyes grew narrow, and the room seemed to darken. "If you've time to waste talking to me, waste it while being useful. Help the weaker Twili, and don't bother me for a couple of days."
The twili vanished without so much as a second glance. Good, she thought. The last thing I need right now is a suckup. She slumped into her bed and began to collect her thoughts. Link...I'm sorry. But this is best. I cannot allow another dark mind to escape from here.
After reassuring herself that she had made the right decision, she laid her head on a pillow, and went into a deep sleep.
As the two dreamed, a voice entered their conciousness. The voice was very soft, but with a rough hint, as if it were straining. Like the barest drop of honey on the tongue, it whispered.
Light and Shadow...Twilight and Dawn...All worlds are connected by the Twisting Nether.
It was over.
The Mirror shattered as the tear hit it. Link stared in utter shock. He knew Midna, and knew she would never wish harm on the world...but to go to that length to do so?
"Link..."
Zelda's voice was one of total surprise. Her eyes were wide, and it appeared that only her natural grace kept her jaw from becoming unhinged. Her eyes darted from what was once a portal to the mythic Twilight Realm, to that of the green clad youth next to her. Link did not speak, but he turned slowly towards the princess. His eyes were a mix of shock and understanding, and they told the whole story.
Midna destroyed the the connection between Hyrule and the Twilight Realm to prevent the same sorrow that overcame Hyrule from ever happening again.
"She's paying a heavy price. A very heavy price." Zelda's voice had regained some its regality. "And you're paying it, too. I cannot say much for the rest of Hyrule, but I at least...am grateful. Link...I shall leave you to yourself. I will prepare to return to Hyrule."
"Zelda."
She stopped short. Link was a very quiet person, and rarely spoke. In fact, this was the first she had really heard his voice. It had a shake in it. "Yes, Link?"
"Thank you. You've got a burden ahead of you, as well. Good luck."
Zelda nodded. Link, however, did not wish to stay, and left the Arbiter's Grounds and the lonely Gerudo Desert with her. He offered to take her by horseback the rest of the way to the castle, which she accepted. Link's horse, Epona, was built like a warhorse, yet had the speed to match Hyrule's fastest racehorses. In half a day, Link had her at the southern gate into town.
After dropping Zelda off, he rode slowly towards his homeland of Ordon. The Master Sword had served its purpose, evil no longer threatened Hyrule. What few monsters roamed the countryside were of no real concern to any traveler worth their merit, and the sword itself seemed to long for sleep. Link considered for a long moment. The sword felt...right, in his hands. However, after Ganondorf's defeat, the sword no longer sang as he swung it. Still lost in thought, he made his way to the Sacred Grove. He drew the sword, made a heavy sigh, and plunged it deeply into the Pedestal. The sword seemed to ring a final war cry at Link, a final salute, or else a wish of good luck. Link, tired and mentally weary, made his way home.
Night had fallen by the time he reached the clearing in the forest that was his home. Tying Epona to a post, he yawned. His body felt heavy. While he wanted to go and greet all of the villagers, his body cried for sleep. Climbing his ladder felt unnecessarily arduous. He entered his house and climbed his way into his own bed, not even bothering to remove his travel gear. His head hit the pillow, and he sighed heavily. Before falling asleep, he made a decision.
Tomorrow, I look for a way into the Twilight Realm.
Midna felt foolish. She knew full well what she had done in destroying the Mirror. It ensured that no dark mind would ever escape from here again, and cause another cataclysm. Yet, she still felt utterly foolish. Cursing internally at herself, she made her way through the Palace of Twilight. Most of the remaining Twili were sluggish and unable to act. Not surprising. It hadn't been that long ago that the mad usurper Zant was in power, and had morpsed them into something grotesque with Ganondorf's power.
Making her way to what was once her own chambers, she began to fully contemplate her actions. Yes, destroying the Mirror was best. Certainly best for Hyrule, but is it best for you? Disliking that thought, she shook her head. She began to finger her red hair. She felt good to be back in her true form again. Just thinking back on that...imp form was loathsome.
She shook her head again. Why am I thinking about that then? Her thoughts began to drift back on the quest that she had been on. As she thought, a picture slowly formed in her head. First, a grey wolf. And then, a youth clad in green.
You will never see him again.
Midna mentally slapped herself. She held her arm at the elbow and let out a shaking sigh. Was I wrong?
Am I wrong?
"Milady?"
One of the few Twili that had managed to recover poked his head into the room.
"Hmm? What is it?" Midna was annoyed, and her tone of voice said so.
"May I express just how...good it is to see you whole again? Zant was most terrible. Having to-"
She cut him off. "Leave."
"But majesty, I was..."
Midna shot him a glance. "You were just leaving. Now go." Her tone of voice shifted from annoyance to anger. She held up her hand.
"I apologize, I..."
"I'm sure you want to irritate me further." Midna's eyes grew narrow, and the room seemed to darken. "If you've time to waste talking to me, waste it while being useful. Help the weaker Twili, and don't bother me for a couple of days."
The twili vanished without so much as a second glance. Good, she thought. The last thing I need right now is a suckup. She slumped into her bed and began to collect her thoughts. Link...I'm sorry. But this is best. I cannot allow another dark mind to escape from here.
After reassuring herself that she had made the right decision, she laid her head on a pillow, and went into a deep sleep.
As the two dreamed, a voice entered their conciousness. The voice was very soft, but with a rough hint, as if it were straining. Like the barest drop of honey on the tongue, it whispered.
Light and Shadow...Twilight and Dawn...All worlds are connected by the Twisting Nether.
