The Pen is Mightier! (penismightier) wrote in chaotic_library, @ 2011-05-04 00:16:00 |
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[Midna, Zant; PG] Where Light Won't Find You
Character/Series: Midna, Zant; Legend of Zelda; Twilight Princess
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for ladykaiyu, prompt "The Tower". Set pre-game, Zant and Midna's backstory.
Title: Where Light Won't Find You
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 2417
Summary: "Midna, look, another portal!"
"Midna, look, another portal!"
Midna looked up from her very important picture she was drawing into the dirt outside the palace, pushing back some of her hair that had escaped its pigtail when her elder cousin called to her. "Who cares, Zant?" she retorted, turning back to her work. "It's just another light worlder. They'll fade away like all the rest have."
"Maybe this one won't!" Zant said, hurrying up the hill. "Come on, don't be such a spoilsport."
Midna huffed in frustration, eyed her drawing, and decided it wasn't good enough anyway, so she rubbed it out, then got up and followed her cousin up the hill. "This is a waste of time, Zant. What's so fascinating about light worlders anyway?"
"Maybe this one will become like one of us, like our ancestors did!" Zant said excitedly, pausing to let Midna catch up. "Then I can have my very own personal servant, like I deserve! Being the king's son and all."
Midna tried really hard to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She didn't do so well. "You have a servant, you have lots of servants. All the royal family does."
"Not one that's just mine to order around!" Zant protested, walking with her now. "Me, future king, I should have my own servant!"
Midna grit her teeth. "Zant, shut up." Stupid, arrogant little brat! The Fused Shadow piece could choose to go to anyone in the next generation of the royal family, not necessarily him. And she knew nobody would let Zant have the crown unless someone managed to somehow beat some humility into his sorry, snakey behind.
Zant ignored her, continuing to prattle on about all the things he'd have his own personal servant do for him as they approached the body that had been tossed through the portal from the light world. As they got close enough to see the man, Zant grew quiet.
The man was tall, incredibly so, for a light worlder, and he had a shock of red hair in curls around his face. And his skin looked quite peculiar. Of course, all light worlders looked peculiar to Midna, pale, with white eyes and circles of colors of varying shades, where her people were a lovely shade of twilight and black, with red and gold eyes.
This one, however, seemed exceptionally peculiar, even for a light worlder.
Zant knelt beside the man, poking his shoulder. The man didn't react. Midna sighed. "See? He's like all the others. He'll fade away next. He hasn't become like us."
Zant scowled, then stood and kicked the body in a snit. "Damn you, light worlder!" he shrieked. "You were supposed to do what I wanted!"
Just as Midna was about to roll her eyes again- something she did a lot of around her cousin- a mark on the man's hand began to glow brilliant gold. Three triangles proudly emblazoned on the back of his right hand glowed, then faded as the man's body disappeared from view.
"What was that?" Zant asked in a panic, looking around. "He didn't fade like the others, he just disappeared, Midna, what's going on, what was that on his hand?! I demand you tell me!"
Midna didn't answer, staring where the body had been as a chill washed over her. She knew that mark from her history lessons. That was the Triforce. That cursed object her ancestors had sought that got them all banished here instead of the vast world of light they'd come from.
What in the name of the goddesses had the light worlder's done this time?