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The Blue-Eyed Beast
2 ReviewsI was still extremely pissed off about the whole fuck-Zant-transformed-me-into-an-imp incident, but at the moment I had found someone who was in a worse condition than I. The Blue-Eyed Beast.
Hey guys. So, I've never written another fic that isn't My Chemical Romance, Green Day or Fall Out Boy for FicWad before, and since I'm lacking ideas for those categories, I decided to edit and convert some of my stuff from Quizilla. So if you've seen this before on Quizilla, I didn't steal it, it's my work.
So anyhow, this is a oneshot about Midna, how she feels about what's become of her and how she reacts to meeting Link for the first time. It's set in Twilight Princess. I hope it's not too terrible: it's adapted from what I wrote when I was thirteen, so I didn't have much to work with... Rate and review? I'll love you forever if you do. Thank'ee :3
I huddled in the shadows, shivering violently both from the cold and fear, my head pounding as my conscience argued relentlessly, trying to figure out what I should do next. The secured cell I was slumped in was freezing; the stubborn stone walls let in no heat from outside, and the stone floor didn't help matters; there was water by my feet and there was a dark stain by the door, a dark stain that I didn't want to look at for fear of what it was.
It's blood, Midna.
Well, thanks, bitch.
My tiny body shuddered, and over the top of my shaking knees I peered into a glinting puddle that was forming on the floor around me, fuelled by the constant drips of a burst pipe above me. I leant forward until I was staring full on into the puddle, and I cringed as my hideous reflection stared back, each time getting broken as a drip fell and rippled the clear water like a bullet piercing flawless flesh. I screwed my huge yellow eyes closed and turned away, disgusted at myself.
I knew I wasn't trapped; I was fully aware that I could get out of the cell quite easily. There was nobody around, man nor beast, so there was nothing stopping me teleporting to the other side of the rusting iron bars - given I did it correctly (I wasn't quite used to my new abilities just yet). I could escape. If I wanted.
But I didn't want to.
I didn't want to have to face Zelda, beautiful, perfect, there's-nothing-at-all-in-the-world-wrong-with-me-I'm-perfect Zelda. I didn't want her to see me like this. I didn't want to face what I'd become.
Opening my eyes, I was met yet again with my repulsive reflection in that goddamned puddle, that was growing rapidly as the succession of drips picked up the pace. It must be raining outside...
I brought my hand down with force to splash roughly into the puddle, shattering the image of the reflection that wasn't me. Sniffling, and much to the discomfort of my trembling body, I shuffled along the forbidding stone wall and curled up in the corner, staring pitiously at the floor through blurred vision, feeling very sorry for myself. An icy tear rolled down my pearly white cheek, probably not even leaving a streak like it would have done before. I sat in complete and utter silence, but my inner voices were screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
I cursed Zant.
I cursed him for making me like this.
This hideous, disgusting thing.
Imp.
The word danced around my mind, clawing at my sanity with inky strips of heartache.
A godforsaken imp.
And it was all Zant's fault. I used to be a princess. Princess Midna. And I used to be beautiful. Just as beautiful as Zelda.
But that had all changed now.
It can't be that bad, Midna.
How can't it?
You have much more ability than you did when you were human.
But I'm ugly.
Beauty doesn't matter.
It does when you're a princess. Ever hear of 'The Ugly Princess'? Didn't think so.
Could the Beautiful Princess Midna teleport through iron bars?
That's not the point-
Could she?
No...
No, she couldn't. But this new Midna. She can.
The ugly Midna.
Oh, shut the fuck up and stop feeling so sorry for yourself. Get off your royal ass and get out of this stinking dungeon. It's cold and not very pleasant.
But-
Move.
Sighing deeply and despairingly, I forced myself up and took to the air. I suppose that makes me sound like I was flying, but in reality I was only floating a few inches off the ground. See? Human-you couldn't do that, could she? I drifted towards the front of the surprisingly large prison cell, and I began to wonder what it was built for confining. It was too big for a human, and too small for a troll. My melancholy mind didn't linger on the thought for long, my curiosity dying just as my happiness had not long ago.
Leaning my iron-clad, helmeted head against the bars of the cell, I curled my little pointy fingers around on of the rusty iron rods, trying my best to will myself to go on. Taking a deep breath and mentally kicking myself, I concentrated hard and teleported to the other side of the bars blocking my exit, and, not caring whether I got lost or not, drifted miserably through the corridors of the dank, dark dungeon, my tears falling to the filthy floor without a sound.
*
I didn't keep tabs on the direction I was going, but luckily for poor old me, I quickly found my way out of the dungeon, and about an hour later I found myself nearing the edge of the Twilight Realm. Snapping out of my depression for a few moments, I lifted my chin feebly to look at the darkened skyline. I was surrounded by trees and shadows, invisible eyes watching me from all around, but I didn't care. The forest was slightly warmer than the dungeon, I noted, forcing a tiny smile.
Faron Forest.
What?
Faron Forest. That's what it's called. That's what the villagers call it anyway.
Villagers?
Yes. From Ordon Village. Wake up, bitch.
Ordon... Yes, I think I recognise the name. Faron sounds familiar too...
My inner conversation was interrupted when I stopped in my tracks, a huge wall of eerie darkness slicing through the forest, blocking my path forwards. I recognised it instantly; the Cloak of Twilight would not let anyone pass unaltered, and given I had already undergone a harsh transformation; I wasn't too keen on crossing its threshold to be potentially made worse. The alterations the Cloak caused weren't always physical; mostly its influence would strain the consciousness and give one great spiritual unrest, and one would feel uneasy and scared at every turn.
Although, maybe you just had to be paranoid for that to happen...?
At least I'm not paranoid.
Don't lie, you're extremely paranoid.
No. I'm not. And anyway, shut up. You're my inner monologue. You're supposed to support me, not shoot me down in flames at every conclusion.
Maybe I wouldn't if you'd stop thinking so bloody negatively.
That wasn't negative. It was positive.
Shut up and turn around, you paranoid bitch.
I whirled around on the spot as a low growl rumbled from the shadows and prickled up my spine. I realised that I didn't have to squint; my eyes automatically adjusted to the darkness, and I caught sight of a Shadow Beast, lurking in the undergrowth just on the darkened side of the Cloak, awaiting easy prey that would come either in the form of a vulnerable animal or an unfortunate villager.
Those villagers shouldn't even be anywhere near here.
No, they shouldn't. But they're smart enough to stay away from the Cloak of Twilight.
Finding comfort in knowing that the Shadow Beast had not noticed me, I turned away, stepping lightly onto the soft forest floor and looking around. I could still hear the Shadow Beast growling from several feet behind me, and a part of me pitied the prey, whichever form it would come in.
But only a small part. I was still much too bitter and selfish about what had happened to me to give much thought to anything else right now.
Still indecisive, I started to creep forwards, trying to keep to the shadows as I went, my inner voices trying to lift my mood no matter how hard I tried to ignore them.
You see? At least that horrid brute of a beast didn't eat you for lunch.
To be quite honest, I wouldn't mind if he did.
Don't be such a sulk, Midna. This could be a lot worse!
How could it?! I'm wandering around this dank forest that's crawling with night creatures and dark beasts that may take a snap at me, I've no idea where to go from here, and on top of all that, I'm a fucking... CREATURE!
Imp, Midna.
I FUCKING KNOW THAT.
A blood-chilling roar ripped through my inner quarrel and I almost jumped into the tree above. I whipped round, throwing myself into the undergrowth in a vain attempt to hide from the Shadow Beast that may be attacking. But it seemed not to have even noticed me, and I watched through the damp leaves as the front half of the Shadow Beast disappeared through the Cloak, only to return seconds later, dragging its unfortunate victim through the barrier after it in its powerful jaws. I closed my eyes to spare myself the vulgarity of the scene before me.
There were no animal screams. I heard no sound but the scuffling and roaring of the Shadow Beast, and I could hear no sounds giving away a victim-
Scratch that.
A yell rang out through the trees and my eyes flashed open, the glowing yellow illuminating the eyes of a small beetle residing on a leaf by my face. I watched, partly with horror, partly with curiosity and partly with fascination as the Shadow Beast threw its victim to the forest floor with a muffled thud as easily as if it were a child's plaything. But it was not an animal, to my great surprise. Far from it.
It was a boy.
A bright-blonde human boy, no older than seventeen, lay where the Beast had thrown him, fighting for breath and shaking with fear. But he did not give off the essence of fear, as most prey does. This boy was doing his best to stay calm, and had his shockingly blue eyes trained on the Beast at all times.
The boy was clad in green so he was well camouflaged against the undergrowth, but he was unarmed, so it confused me as to why he was so deep into Faron Forest alone. Maybe he wasn't alone. Maybe there were more people on their way.
But I heard no voices or hoof beats from the other side of the Twilight Barrier, and neither did the boy evidently, as he attempted to regain his ground, shaking his long shaggy blonde hair out of his face. But he was too shaken up, and his limbs failed to support him; I could do nothing but look on in alarm as he fell back to the ground with a whimper of pain, his eyes closing as the Shadow Beast moved in for another attack.
The boy yelped, opening his eyes just as the Beast closed in, but no harm came to him as the latter suddenly shied away, whining like a frightened fox cub. Sensing that the danger wasn't over, the boy attempted once more to get up, but his face was extremely pale and he looked as though he were about to throw up. But instead of emptying the contents of his stomach onto the forest floor, he was engulfed in a sudden ring of blinding light that appeared around him.
I squinted against the sudden brightness, my problems forgotten as I watched the blonde boy disappear into the light, shrieking either from pain or fear, or both. I winced at the sound - even in my Twilight-stricken state I was unsettled by pain, and not even my own at that. His screams abruptly stopped, and my heart jolted as unpleasant thoughts of the consequences swirled in my mind, pooling behind my eyelids.
Images I didn't want to see.
He's dead.
Shut up.
He's dead.
Stop talking.
He's dead.
No! He's not!
I shook my head from side to side, disturbing the leaves around me and causing several droplets of water to land on my pale face. I stopped immediately as the light ring faded away to nothing, and I craned my neck to catch sight of the boy, to see what had become of him.
My yellow eyes grew wider than saucers and I gasped very audibly - I realised just how loud it was when the Shadow Beast turned its vile head in my direction, and I sank down in the brush, heart pounding, hoping that it wouldn't approach me and rip my face off.
Even if it was an imp's face.
But my thoughts were driven away from the Shadow Beast when it didn't appear drooling and hostile above my quivering body, and they regrouped on the boy from the Light Realm.
He was gone.
The boy had vanished, and in his place lay a great black wolf, adorned with white markings around its anguished face. Its muscular body was in a heap; it was panting with exhaustion and shuddering furiously. At first, I just stared, gobsmacked.
What the....fuck?
What?
The boy... He’s gone?
So...?
Where is he? He vanished, and now...that wolf....where did it come from? Why...?
Well isn’t it obvious?
Um...no...
He IS the wolf, idiot.
And as I looked ever closer, the wolf’s heavy eyes flickered open for a fraction of a second, before the lids fell again, completely drained. But I’d seen enough. The eyes. Piercing, devastatingly beautiful blue. The eyes of the boy.
He is the Wolf.
I was helpless. I stared and stared and stared until I thought my eyes would burn a hole in the Wolf’s glossy pelt. But I finally looked away when the Shadow Beast gave a half hearted growl and, seemingly regaining its confidence, approached the boy-turned-wolf and inspected him closely. Drool streamed from its jaws in thick, disgusting globules, hovering inches above the Wolf’s face, and the sight made me gag. Those Shadow Beasts were by far the most disgusting things I’d ever laid eyes upon. After its full body inspection of the boy/wolf, it uttered a low moan, the chilling sound rippling through Faron Forest, and even the air seemed to be still, holding its breath. I held my breath also, and as the Shadow Beast cocked its head, the only sound was that of the Wolf breathing heavily, never stirring from the heap he’d fallen in.
A dark shape materialised from the trees, and I watched the second Shadow Beast slink into the half light, giving the Wolf a once over, before rearing onto its hind legs and grabbing his foreleg in its massive, claw-like talons. The first Shadow Beast followed suit, and together they began to drag the Wolf – who was once a boy, I had to remind myself – back into the forest the way I’d come not too long ago.
Curiosity bit me, and I knew I was going to follow, no matter how much my inner voice shrieked against it.
NO! What are you doing? Those things will kill you soon as look at you!
Not if I stay hidden.
Midna, listen. The only thing back there is-
Hyrule Castle, I know.
And that’s where you’ve just come from, so why are you going back?
Because that’s where those creatures are taking him.
Why do you care about him?
I don’t know. There is a powerful vibe all around him...
This is a bad idea.
I know. But I’m too curious not to.
Too nosey, more like.
Shut up. I’m going whether you like it or not.
And with that, making sure I was a suitable distance behind the two Shadow Beasts but always keeping them within sight, I emerged from the undergrowth and followed them silently, my feet staying a few inches above the uneven forest floor at all times for speed and stealth reasons. I followed the Shadow Beasts and the Wolf who was a boy deep into the forest. I followed them to Hyrule Castle.
*
I watched from the shadows as the Shadow Beasts lumbered away, growling and snapping at each other as they went, and returned my attention to the Wolf, who was lying silent and unconscious on the cold, hard stone of the cell floor. The bars obstructed my view of him, but I stepped lightly from the shadows and drifted forwards, stopping a millimetre short of the iron bars, peering in at him.
I was surprised that his pelt was so black, considering his human form had been so blonde; surely he’d have become a white or golden wolf?
Clearly not, Midna.
Leave me alone.
I noted that the markings that decorated his face and ears had begun to glow slightly in the dim light, and I inspected them more closely. They were strange; not ordinary animal markings, but complicated, winding patterns that wove together in complex patterns, all flowing around a single symbol displayed on his forehead that glowed brighter than the rest, the jewel in the crown. His breathing suddenly quickened, his sides heaving up and down with the weight of the transformation he’d undergone; a truly exhausting process. I could see his eyes beginning to move around under his lids, and I knew he’d be fully conscious any second now. Stepping through the bars, I reached out a nervous hand to touch his face, but his eyes snapped open before I made contact with him.
Instantly I leapt back through the bars of the cage, not wanting him to get spooked and injure me. His dazzlingly blue eyes followed me, and he forced himself to his feet – well, paws, I suppose he had now. I could tell that he was nowhere near used to his new body, and he stumbled forwards towards the bars of the cage, his movement restricted by a thick metal chain around his front right paw that was firmly attached to the cell floor.
But the Wolf was strong, and with one surprisingly powerful tug, the chain was ripped from the floor with such force that left me speechless. Again, he threw himself at the bars of the cell, eyes fixed on me, fangs bared, growling furiously – although I was sure it was more out of fear than anger.
Laughter bubbled from my lips. He stared at me, his blue orbs burning into me, but I laughed still, at his adorable clumsiness. He gnashed his teeth at me through the bars of the cell, but I stepped back out of his reach. He’d get nowhere by eating me, and he seemed to realise that, as he retreated from the bars.
Still smiling widely at him, I told him that I would help him, if he was nicer. Because I had immediately spotted a way out of the cell from the inside, but I wasn’t going to tell him if he was just going to snarl and snap at me.
His eyes narrowed slightly, but he complied. Hesitantly, he stopped growling and sat back on his haunches, watching me intently. I giggled with delight, commenting on how obedient humans were, especially when they needed help.
Now he depends upon me!
Don’t act like you’re all-powerful, Midna. Remember you’re still just an imp.
Urgh, why must you shoot me down in flames on every high I get?
Just keeping it real.
Well leave me alone. I have a Blue-Eyed Beast to attend to.
I was still extremely pissed off about the whole fuck-Zant-transformed-me-into-an-imp incident, but at the moment I had found someone who was in a worse condition than I. Someone who needed my help. Someone who could help me.
I had found the Blue-Eyed Beast.
And that thought contented me enough for the moment.
Well...? Hopefully it wasn't too bad: I'll remind you that I did write the original when I was thirteen, so it was even more shitty before I edited the fuck out of it. R&R? Please? I'll send you cyber cookies if you do? Thanks a million, guys :3
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So anyhow, this is a oneshot about Midna, how she feels about what's become of her and how she reacts to meeting Link for the first time. It's set in Twilight Princess. I hope it's not too terrible: it's adapted from what I wrote when I was thirteen, so I didn't have much to work with... Rate and review? I'll love you forever if you do. Thank'ee :3
I huddled in the shadows, shivering violently both from the cold and fear, my head pounding as my conscience argued relentlessly, trying to figure out what I should do next. The secured cell I was slumped in was freezing; the stubborn stone walls let in no heat from outside, and the stone floor didn't help matters; there was water by my feet and there was a dark stain by the door, a dark stain that I didn't want to look at for fear of what it was.
It's blood, Midna.
Well, thanks, bitch.
My tiny body shuddered, and over the top of my shaking knees I peered into a glinting puddle that was forming on the floor around me, fuelled by the constant drips of a burst pipe above me. I leant forward until I was staring full on into the puddle, and I cringed as my hideous reflection stared back, each time getting broken as a drip fell and rippled the clear water like a bullet piercing flawless flesh. I screwed my huge yellow eyes closed and turned away, disgusted at myself.
I knew I wasn't trapped; I was fully aware that I could get out of the cell quite easily. There was nobody around, man nor beast, so there was nothing stopping me teleporting to the other side of the rusting iron bars - given I did it correctly (I wasn't quite used to my new abilities just yet). I could escape. If I wanted.
But I didn't want to.
I didn't want to have to face Zelda, beautiful, perfect, there's-nothing-at-all-in-the-world-wrong-with-me-I'm-perfect Zelda. I didn't want her to see me like this. I didn't want to face what I'd become.
Opening my eyes, I was met yet again with my repulsive reflection in that goddamned puddle, that was growing rapidly as the succession of drips picked up the pace. It must be raining outside...
I brought my hand down with force to splash roughly into the puddle, shattering the image of the reflection that wasn't me. Sniffling, and much to the discomfort of my trembling body, I shuffled along the forbidding stone wall and curled up in the corner, staring pitiously at the floor through blurred vision, feeling very sorry for myself. An icy tear rolled down my pearly white cheek, probably not even leaving a streak like it would have done before. I sat in complete and utter silence, but my inner voices were screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
I cursed Zant.
I cursed him for making me like this.
This hideous, disgusting thing.
Imp.
The word danced around my mind, clawing at my sanity with inky strips of heartache.
A godforsaken imp.
And it was all Zant's fault. I used to be a princess. Princess Midna. And I used to be beautiful. Just as beautiful as Zelda.
But that had all changed now.
It can't be that bad, Midna.
How can't it?
You have much more ability than you did when you were human.
But I'm ugly.
Beauty doesn't matter.
It does when you're a princess. Ever hear of 'The Ugly Princess'? Didn't think so.
Could the Beautiful Princess Midna teleport through iron bars?
That's not the point-
Could she?
No...
No, she couldn't. But this new Midna. She can.
The ugly Midna.
Oh, shut the fuck up and stop feeling so sorry for yourself. Get off your royal ass and get out of this stinking dungeon. It's cold and not very pleasant.
But-
Move.
Sighing deeply and despairingly, I forced myself up and took to the air. I suppose that makes me sound like I was flying, but in reality I was only floating a few inches off the ground. See? Human-you couldn't do that, could she? I drifted towards the front of the surprisingly large prison cell, and I began to wonder what it was built for confining. It was too big for a human, and too small for a troll. My melancholy mind didn't linger on the thought for long, my curiosity dying just as my happiness had not long ago.
Leaning my iron-clad, helmeted head against the bars of the cell, I curled my little pointy fingers around on of the rusty iron rods, trying my best to will myself to go on. Taking a deep breath and mentally kicking myself, I concentrated hard and teleported to the other side of the bars blocking my exit, and, not caring whether I got lost or not, drifted miserably through the corridors of the dank, dark dungeon, my tears falling to the filthy floor without a sound.
*
I didn't keep tabs on the direction I was going, but luckily for poor old me, I quickly found my way out of the dungeon, and about an hour later I found myself nearing the edge of the Twilight Realm. Snapping out of my depression for a few moments, I lifted my chin feebly to look at the darkened skyline. I was surrounded by trees and shadows, invisible eyes watching me from all around, but I didn't care. The forest was slightly warmer than the dungeon, I noted, forcing a tiny smile.
Faron Forest.
What?
Faron Forest. That's what it's called. That's what the villagers call it anyway.
Villagers?
Yes. From Ordon Village. Wake up, bitch.
Ordon... Yes, I think I recognise the name. Faron sounds familiar too...
My inner conversation was interrupted when I stopped in my tracks, a huge wall of eerie darkness slicing through the forest, blocking my path forwards. I recognised it instantly; the Cloak of Twilight would not let anyone pass unaltered, and given I had already undergone a harsh transformation; I wasn't too keen on crossing its threshold to be potentially made worse. The alterations the Cloak caused weren't always physical; mostly its influence would strain the consciousness and give one great spiritual unrest, and one would feel uneasy and scared at every turn.
Although, maybe you just had to be paranoid for that to happen...?
At least I'm not paranoid.
Don't lie, you're extremely paranoid.
No. I'm not. And anyway, shut up. You're my inner monologue. You're supposed to support me, not shoot me down in flames at every conclusion.
Maybe I wouldn't if you'd stop thinking so bloody negatively.
That wasn't negative. It was positive.
Shut up and turn around, you paranoid bitch.
I whirled around on the spot as a low growl rumbled from the shadows and prickled up my spine. I realised that I didn't have to squint; my eyes automatically adjusted to the darkness, and I caught sight of a Shadow Beast, lurking in the undergrowth just on the darkened side of the Cloak, awaiting easy prey that would come either in the form of a vulnerable animal or an unfortunate villager.
Those villagers shouldn't even be anywhere near here.
No, they shouldn't. But they're smart enough to stay away from the Cloak of Twilight.
Finding comfort in knowing that the Shadow Beast had not noticed me, I turned away, stepping lightly onto the soft forest floor and looking around. I could still hear the Shadow Beast growling from several feet behind me, and a part of me pitied the prey, whichever form it would come in.
But only a small part. I was still much too bitter and selfish about what had happened to me to give much thought to anything else right now.
Still indecisive, I started to creep forwards, trying to keep to the shadows as I went, my inner voices trying to lift my mood no matter how hard I tried to ignore them.
You see? At least that horrid brute of a beast didn't eat you for lunch.
To be quite honest, I wouldn't mind if he did.
Don't be such a sulk, Midna. This could be a lot worse!
How could it?! I'm wandering around this dank forest that's crawling with night creatures and dark beasts that may take a snap at me, I've no idea where to go from here, and on top of all that, I'm a fucking... CREATURE!
Imp, Midna.
I FUCKING KNOW THAT.
A blood-chilling roar ripped through my inner quarrel and I almost jumped into the tree above. I whipped round, throwing myself into the undergrowth in a vain attempt to hide from the Shadow Beast that may be attacking. But it seemed not to have even noticed me, and I watched through the damp leaves as the front half of the Shadow Beast disappeared through the Cloak, only to return seconds later, dragging its unfortunate victim through the barrier after it in its powerful jaws. I closed my eyes to spare myself the vulgarity of the scene before me.
There were no animal screams. I heard no sound but the scuffling and roaring of the Shadow Beast, and I could hear no sounds giving away a victim-
Scratch that.
A yell rang out through the trees and my eyes flashed open, the glowing yellow illuminating the eyes of a small beetle residing on a leaf by my face. I watched, partly with horror, partly with curiosity and partly with fascination as the Shadow Beast threw its victim to the forest floor with a muffled thud as easily as if it were a child's plaything. But it was not an animal, to my great surprise. Far from it.
It was a boy.
A bright-blonde human boy, no older than seventeen, lay where the Beast had thrown him, fighting for breath and shaking with fear. But he did not give off the essence of fear, as most prey does. This boy was doing his best to stay calm, and had his shockingly blue eyes trained on the Beast at all times.
The boy was clad in green so he was well camouflaged against the undergrowth, but he was unarmed, so it confused me as to why he was so deep into Faron Forest alone. Maybe he wasn't alone. Maybe there were more people on their way.
But I heard no voices or hoof beats from the other side of the Twilight Barrier, and neither did the boy evidently, as he attempted to regain his ground, shaking his long shaggy blonde hair out of his face. But he was too shaken up, and his limbs failed to support him; I could do nothing but look on in alarm as he fell back to the ground with a whimper of pain, his eyes closing as the Shadow Beast moved in for another attack.
The boy yelped, opening his eyes just as the Beast closed in, but no harm came to him as the latter suddenly shied away, whining like a frightened fox cub. Sensing that the danger wasn't over, the boy attempted once more to get up, but his face was extremely pale and he looked as though he were about to throw up. But instead of emptying the contents of his stomach onto the forest floor, he was engulfed in a sudden ring of blinding light that appeared around him.
I squinted against the sudden brightness, my problems forgotten as I watched the blonde boy disappear into the light, shrieking either from pain or fear, or both. I winced at the sound - even in my Twilight-stricken state I was unsettled by pain, and not even my own at that. His screams abruptly stopped, and my heart jolted as unpleasant thoughts of the consequences swirled in my mind, pooling behind my eyelids.
Images I didn't want to see.
He's dead.
Shut up.
He's dead.
Stop talking.
He's dead.
No! He's not!
I shook my head from side to side, disturbing the leaves around me and causing several droplets of water to land on my pale face. I stopped immediately as the light ring faded away to nothing, and I craned my neck to catch sight of the boy, to see what had become of him.
My yellow eyes grew wider than saucers and I gasped very audibly - I realised just how loud it was when the Shadow Beast turned its vile head in my direction, and I sank down in the brush, heart pounding, hoping that it wouldn't approach me and rip my face off.
Even if it was an imp's face.
But my thoughts were driven away from the Shadow Beast when it didn't appear drooling and hostile above my quivering body, and they regrouped on the boy from the Light Realm.
He was gone.
The boy had vanished, and in his place lay a great black wolf, adorned with white markings around its anguished face. Its muscular body was in a heap; it was panting with exhaustion and shuddering furiously. At first, I just stared, gobsmacked.
What the....fuck?
What?
The boy... He’s gone?
So...?
Where is he? He vanished, and now...that wolf....where did it come from? Why...?
Well isn’t it obvious?
Um...no...
He IS the wolf, idiot.
And as I looked ever closer, the wolf’s heavy eyes flickered open for a fraction of a second, before the lids fell again, completely drained. But I’d seen enough. The eyes. Piercing, devastatingly beautiful blue. The eyes of the boy.
He is the Wolf.
I was helpless. I stared and stared and stared until I thought my eyes would burn a hole in the Wolf’s glossy pelt. But I finally looked away when the Shadow Beast gave a half hearted growl and, seemingly regaining its confidence, approached the boy-turned-wolf and inspected him closely. Drool streamed from its jaws in thick, disgusting globules, hovering inches above the Wolf’s face, and the sight made me gag. Those Shadow Beasts were by far the most disgusting things I’d ever laid eyes upon. After its full body inspection of the boy/wolf, it uttered a low moan, the chilling sound rippling through Faron Forest, and even the air seemed to be still, holding its breath. I held my breath also, and as the Shadow Beast cocked its head, the only sound was that of the Wolf breathing heavily, never stirring from the heap he’d fallen in.
A dark shape materialised from the trees, and I watched the second Shadow Beast slink into the half light, giving the Wolf a once over, before rearing onto its hind legs and grabbing his foreleg in its massive, claw-like talons. The first Shadow Beast followed suit, and together they began to drag the Wolf – who was once a boy, I had to remind myself – back into the forest the way I’d come not too long ago.
Curiosity bit me, and I knew I was going to follow, no matter how much my inner voice shrieked against it.
NO! What are you doing? Those things will kill you soon as look at you!
Not if I stay hidden.
Midna, listen. The only thing back there is-
Hyrule Castle, I know.
And that’s where you’ve just come from, so why are you going back?
Because that’s where those creatures are taking him.
Why do you care about him?
I don’t know. There is a powerful vibe all around him...
This is a bad idea.
I know. But I’m too curious not to.
Too nosey, more like.
Shut up. I’m going whether you like it or not.
And with that, making sure I was a suitable distance behind the two Shadow Beasts but always keeping them within sight, I emerged from the undergrowth and followed them silently, my feet staying a few inches above the uneven forest floor at all times for speed and stealth reasons. I followed the Shadow Beasts and the Wolf who was a boy deep into the forest. I followed them to Hyrule Castle.
*
I watched from the shadows as the Shadow Beasts lumbered away, growling and snapping at each other as they went, and returned my attention to the Wolf, who was lying silent and unconscious on the cold, hard stone of the cell floor. The bars obstructed my view of him, but I stepped lightly from the shadows and drifted forwards, stopping a millimetre short of the iron bars, peering in at him.
I was surprised that his pelt was so black, considering his human form had been so blonde; surely he’d have become a white or golden wolf?
Clearly not, Midna.
Leave me alone.
I noted that the markings that decorated his face and ears had begun to glow slightly in the dim light, and I inspected them more closely. They were strange; not ordinary animal markings, but complicated, winding patterns that wove together in complex patterns, all flowing around a single symbol displayed on his forehead that glowed brighter than the rest, the jewel in the crown. His breathing suddenly quickened, his sides heaving up and down with the weight of the transformation he’d undergone; a truly exhausting process. I could see his eyes beginning to move around under his lids, and I knew he’d be fully conscious any second now. Stepping through the bars, I reached out a nervous hand to touch his face, but his eyes snapped open before I made contact with him.
Instantly I leapt back through the bars of the cage, not wanting him to get spooked and injure me. His dazzlingly blue eyes followed me, and he forced himself to his feet – well, paws, I suppose he had now. I could tell that he was nowhere near used to his new body, and he stumbled forwards towards the bars of the cage, his movement restricted by a thick metal chain around his front right paw that was firmly attached to the cell floor.
But the Wolf was strong, and with one surprisingly powerful tug, the chain was ripped from the floor with such force that left me speechless. Again, he threw himself at the bars of the cell, eyes fixed on me, fangs bared, growling furiously – although I was sure it was more out of fear than anger.
Laughter bubbled from my lips. He stared at me, his blue orbs burning into me, but I laughed still, at his adorable clumsiness. He gnashed his teeth at me through the bars of the cell, but I stepped back out of his reach. He’d get nowhere by eating me, and he seemed to realise that, as he retreated from the bars.
Still smiling widely at him, I told him that I would help him, if he was nicer. Because I had immediately spotted a way out of the cell from the inside, but I wasn’t going to tell him if he was just going to snarl and snap at me.
His eyes narrowed slightly, but he complied. Hesitantly, he stopped growling and sat back on his haunches, watching me intently. I giggled with delight, commenting on how obedient humans were, especially when they needed help.
Now he depends upon me!
Don’t act like you’re all-powerful, Midna. Remember you’re still just an imp.
Urgh, why must you shoot me down in flames on every high I get?
Just keeping it real.
Well leave me alone. I have a Blue-Eyed Beast to attend to.
I was still extremely pissed off about the whole fuck-Zant-transformed-me-into-an-imp incident, but at the moment I had found someone who was in a worse condition than I. Someone who needed my help. Someone who could help me.
I had found the Blue-Eyed Beast.
And that thought contented me enough for the moment.
Well...? Hopefully it wasn't too bad: I'll remind you that I did write the original when I was thirteen, so it was even more shitty before I edited the fuck out of it. R&R? Please? I'll send you cyber cookies if you do? Thanks a million, guys :3
-ChemicalKilljoy xo
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