From the Eyes of the Twilight Princess

Okay, so I thought it would be fun to write Twilight Princess from Midna’s point of view since I think she’s one of the most awesome Zelda characters! I’ve gone back to fix this chapter just because I though it was… Well, I thought it could be better. I plan to do the same with some other chapters throughout the saga. So, here it is in its edited glory.

So, just because everyone’s obsessed with disclaimers, I haven’t read any other fanfictions like this, so if someone had this idea already, it’s purely coincidence. As you probably already know, I don’t own any of the Zelda characters. They belong to Nintendo, I suppose. So, I’ll update as often as I can. I hope you enjoy. As always, reviews are welcome. And for all of you who’ve reviewed so far, THANKS!!!

Chapter 1: Stolen Twilight

I gazed out over the serene twilight and felt myself relax. The soothing light of this world rarely failed to calm me, even with the worries that hung over me. I leaned over the balcony railing and let the pale light bathe me.

My name is Midna. I am the Twilight Princess.

I hadn’t been princess of the Twili, the people of the twilight realm, for long. At least, not officially. I’d always been high ranking in the Twilight Realm, but I’d officially become princess just a little while ago. I’d hoped that my worries would end once I was the leader. But I had a strange nagging feeling that not all was to go as planned.

Zant. He’s who had me worried. He was also in line to become the leader of the Twili. I suppose you could say that we were equal in birth. But not in qualifications. Zant was not proper material for a leader. Everyone had seen it. That’s why it was me who was standing here as a Princess, and not him as a king.

Zant. He didn’t want what I wanted. I wanted to watch over my kingdom and do my best to rule properly. I wanted to make the Twili happy. Zant… he wanted more. He wanted power. It was obvious. He could never hide it.

After my coronation, Zant had run outside, throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child. He was a pathetic excuse for a Twili. It was people like him who had gotten our race banished to the Twilight realm in the first place. The ancestors of the Twili had been banished from the normal light world because they’d tried to steal the power of the gods. The Twilight realm was supposed to be a world of torture to punish those people. But we had adapted. And now this world was our home. We were separated from the light world, separated by powerful barriers of shadow. None of us had ever been to that realm before. It had been generations since the Twili had been banished to this realm. A realm of peace and healing souls. We were nothing like our ancestors.

We could not allow Zant to be the ruler. He would destroy the peace we’d gained over so many generations.

And yet something told me that it wasn’t over yet. I continued to push the thought aside. That was nonsense. There was nothing Zant could do anymore. He wasn’t that powerful. He wasn’t even that brave or clever. Yet I couldn’t suppress a shudder.

I gazed from the balcony over the shady landscape and sighed. I tried to relax again. Just thinking about Zant made me tense up.

I smoothed out my cloak and pushed my red hair back into shape. Try to think about something else. Even something as petty as my clothing and hair.

Then I heard a tapping sound. I wasn’t paying much attention, so it took me a moment to realize what it was. By the time I identified the sound, it had already progressed to the balcony behind me,

Footsteps.

I turned around and froze in shock. Zant was standing directly behind me, towering above me. He was wearing a strange mask that I had never seen before. Though I could not see his face, something about him was different. Very different. I suppressed a shiver.

“Well, Midna,” Zant hissed through his mask. “I’m afraid your reign is at an end. Now things are as they should have been. I’ll take my proper place as ruler of the darkness. You cannot fight the power of my god.”

His god? What was he talking about?

“What makes you think that?” I replied as calmly as I could. “You will never rule this peaceful land.”

“That’s what you think, my dear Midna,” he said in a low hiss that chilled my bones. “You are nothing now.” He took a step towards me. “You are nothing,” he repeated.

He stepped forwards again. Suddenly my mind began to panic. Magic. I could sense it. Zant was emanating magic. A magic that I didn’t understand. A powerful magic that he had not had the last time I’d seen him.

I automatically raised my hand in front of me as a pathetic shield against this strange power. I staggered back a few steps. But Zant continued to advance. He raised his hand in front of him, and gave a flick of his wrist that seemed almost careless. And with that small motion, a powerful energy knocked me sideways. The jolt was not strong enough to account for the horrible lurch I felt inside. As thought my world had been turned upside down.

I landed hard on the balcony floor, letting escape a high-pitched grunt as I hit the ground. Had that sound come from me? My voice wasn’t that high.

I pushed myself to my hands and knees. But then I saw my hands. My eyes widened in horror and I raised my hands and stared at them. What had he done to me!!? He had turned me into a horrid little imp!

Zant, somewhere above me, laughed cruelly. “You are nothing, Midna,” He spat for the third time. He laughed again, enjoying the horror that was coursing through me. “But I’ll show you how merciful I can be. I’m not going to kill you. But you will never again enter your precious Twilight realm. You can spend the rest of your days in the realm that banished us. That is the price you pay for not sooner recognizing me as your ruler.”

I didn’t move. I remained sitting on my knees on the ground, still staring at my hands. I was numb with shock and horror. How could he…