A.N. This idea came to me in a spur-of-the-moment. I'm not sure how well it will work out, but I suppose we'll see. This is my first attempt at working with the Zelda universe, though I'm assuming it won't be much different than any other place on this website. I have not worked the whole plot out yet, so I left the genres for this on "General." Anyways, enjoy!

An orange hand reached out and seized from the blue-garbed warrior an ancient relic.

"Finally," the warrior's floating shadow companion stated, "With the power of the Fused Shadows I can end Zant's reign!" Her determined voice echoed throughout the gigantic room.

For a moment, the blue-garbed warrior didn't reply. He simply stood there, staring at his companion; his mind having a tug-of-war match between the idea of him being used to do her bidding—a tool, one could say—or if helping this small imp was actually for the greater good of all things. He really couldn't decide. Whenever he leaned to one side, something happened that pushed the uncertainty back into him; whether it was her aiding him, or her leaving him out when she spoke. Now that he thought about it, she had just done the latter again.

He let out a sigh as he watched his companion zap the ground with Twilight Magic, changing a small portion of the ground into a black, swirling portal. She hovered over it now, and turned to watch the blue-garbed warrior that just stood there with tired eyes.

"Come-on, Link." She called. He didn't budge though, and instead he let himself collapse backwards, breaking his fall with his hands as he landed on his rear. He was soaking wet and his body was trembling in exhaustion from his previous battle. He couldn't move, he wouldn't move; he was getting a break whether she liked it or not. Her brows furrowed. "We don't have time to waste. Come-on!" She demanded.

Link simply shook his head in response. He lowered himself into a lying position and closed his eyes. For a moment, there was silence, and he almost succumbed to sleep; but then a large drop of water landed on his forehead. His eyes opened. Far above him was the culprit—the ceiling. He let out another sigh. He was so sick of water right now. Before he could close his eyes again, his companion came into his view.

"Oh, all right," She said in defeat, "I guess I could let you rest for a while." Although her comment made him feel like a tool, he was glad she agreed to let him rest. She twirled in the air above him, coming out of her shadow-form before sitting next to him.

She summoned the three ancient relics that they had spent the last few weeks risking their lives to collect and laid them out in front of her on the ground. Staring at them in awe, she wanted nothing more than to combine them right now and feel their power surge through her, a power that would crush Zant and allow her to reclaim her realm. But that would have to wait. That would have to wait all because Link needed to rest. She crossed her arms over her chest in frustration, but let it subside as she realized that she wouldn't have the Fused Shadows without his help. He deserved the break, she concluded.

"You know," She started as she reached out and touched the surface of one of the Fused Shadows, "These are from your world. The world of Light." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she examined even the minute of details on its surface. "Your people have a knack for banishing things to the Twilight." Her voice was ridden with disgust. Whatever it is that the Fused Shadows were, they were in no way the same thing now. The Twilight had changed them. As her tiny imp hand brushed across the surface of the Fused Shadow, she could feel something: something dark and mischievous, something eerie and terrible, something evil. It was very faint, however, and the power of the Twilight was containing it quite well—or perhaps it was simply masking it? Either way, it caused her to shudder.

Silence fell upon the two, and for a moment she thought Link may have been asleep; but then he gave out a loud yawn that told her otherwise.

"Listen, Link…" She let her otherworldly eyes fall upon his face.

Link's tired eyes opened and locked with hers. "Midna, what happens once we defeat Zant?"

Midna's gaze drifted from his, and for a moment she didn't know how to reply. "Then the Twilight can be pushed back without resistance. Your world will return to normal, and I can return to mine." The latter thought saddened her. She wouldn't deny that she had developed a strong bond with this "hero chosen by the goddesses." He had helped her through all of this, and he had grown on her. His ways, his morals, his selflessness—all of it was rubbing off on her. He had changed her, and it was obvious to her that it was for the better.

"Link, I really do appreciate all that you've done for me." Her gaze went to the ground as she spoke. Words like this were foreign to her tongue, but she found the courage to continue. "You've done so much without question, and all because I told you to. I know our goals are the same, but…" She stopped, not knowing what to say anymore, so she went in an entirely different direction with her words, "I know we can beat Zant. I just know—"

She heard a snore and glanced over at Link. He was fast asleep. She gritted her teeth in frustration, but let it go with a long sigh. She turned her attention back to the Fused Shadows and zapped them with Twilight Magic, watching them disperse into tiny black blocks. She lay down and closed her eyes, and as she did a sudden fatigue washed over her body, causing her to fall fast asleep.

Midna woke first, and didn't waste any time in waking Link up.

"Come-on, Link! Break is over!" She shouted as she nudged him with that magical orange hand. The warrior rose surprisingly quickly, and soon he was standing inside the swirling black portal that Midna had created hours ago. His body dissipated into tiny black blocks that flew skyward. At first, travelling like this made Link sick to his stomach. But after teleporting around here-and-there, he got used to it.

His body reformed as the tiny black blocks descended to the ground. Midna had taken him to the Light Sprit's den of Lake Hylia. He turned around, his eyes towards the ground for just a moment as he began to walk, but stopped dead in his tracks with a loud gasp as his wide eyes trailed up the figure that stood in his path, finally falling upon the wicked mask belonging to Zant. It all happened so fast:

Link's hand immediately went to his sword and drew the blade.

Midna materialized herself next to Link with the Fused Shadows now combined and worn around her head.

The Spirit of Light with the embodiment of a large snake burst from the waters.

Zant had little time to prepare. This was too overwhelming even for him and his newfound power from his "god." He focused his energy around him like a bubble, forming an invisible barrier between him and the oncoming threats.

Midna began to lose control of her body as the Fused Shadows activated. Her body was being consumed by a glowing energy, and Link was raising his blade to strike at Zant, all while the Spirit of Light readied for an attack. Before either Midna or Link could strike, the Spirit of Light let out a dazzling burst of light energy. It blinded Link, sent Midna flying while incinerating the energy from the Fused Shadows, and tore Zant's shield apart little by little until he retreated by teleporting.

As fast as it had begun, it was over.

The Spirit of Light faded as it sensed no danger. Link held his hands over his tightly shut eyes, his face cringed in pain. He could feel his eyes burning and could see bright blotches in his vision from behind his closed eyelids, as if he had been looking at the sun for minutes straight. After a few seconds he opened his eyes. Everything around him was blurry, but slowly his eyes began to adjust. He surveyed the surroundings, looking for his companion.

"Midna!" He called out desperately as he stumbled forward. The pains in his head along with his still-blurry vision were messing with his balance. "Midna!" He called out once more. He noticed something small and black moving and rushed to its side.

"What…happened?" The small imp questioned in a daze. She pushed herself up off the ground and shook her head violently. She was piecing together the short event in her mind, and suddenly became alert as she remembered the Fused Shadows. She gasped. "Wh-where are they?" She panicked, now floating in the air and looking around frantically. She hastily floated around the area, searching and searching for the ancient relics, but found no traces of them; all while Link stood idly by, staring down at the spot where he had found Midna.

"Midna…" Link called out tonelessly.

She gasped in excitement, "You found them?" She asked while hastily floating over to her companion. She turned to Link as she neared, and then followed his gaze to the ground where she was met with confusion.

There, before them on the ground, laid a heart-shaped object of intricate colors: purples, oranges, yellows, reds, and greens, all in weird symmetrical patterns. But the most ominous of all was the set of eerily vivid eyes that stared back at the two onlookers.

A.N. That wraps up the first chapter. I would like to say that I'm not the fastest of writers, so it may be a while before an update. I hope you enjoyed!