A/N: Short chapter, I know… but don’t worry, something interesting is coming up after this chapter, I promise! :D

Twilight’s Call: Vague Destiny

Chapter 6

Midna stood proudly on the edge of the twilight, gazing out at all of the construction that had been done over the past month. Midna had convinced the council to allow her to put together a working class of determined twili to help rebuild houses that had been damaged or destroyed during the raids of the shadow creatures, and the progress was coming along quite faster than Midna had expected. Not only that, but the workers also aided in the expansion of the town around the palace. Midna’s eyes flickered in amusement as she sensed something revolutionary coming on. She felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Malore smiling.

“Council meeting tonight,” he flashed Midna a toothy grin.

Midna smiled, “I’ll be there.”

Malore bowed and hurried off towards the palace.

What could’ve gotten him so excited? she wondered. She turned and headed back towards the palace to prepare for the meeting.

She returned to her bedchamber and grabbed a quill and a few sheets of paper. She then proceeded down the hallway into the conference chamber where she took her usual seat at the head of the table. Malore took his seat at the other end, while the rest of the council filed in and took their seats. As soon as everyone was settled, Malore cleared his throat.

“Princess Midna,” he spoke so that everyone could hear, “the council and I have unanimously decided that we like what you’ve been doing around the palace. Thanks to you, this town is twice as large as it was to begin with, and more twili are being provided with sufficient shelter. You have definitely proven yourself as and adequate leader.” Malore smiled, “So we’ve decided that your new title, should you choose to accept it, will be Queen Midna.”

Midna’s eyes lit up immediately. “I’m humbled,” she thanked the council graciously. This was the first bit of true happiness she’d felt in a long time.

***

Midna tossed and turned restlessly in her bed. Unable to find a comfortable position, she sat up and slowly placed her feet on the cool tile floor of the bedchamber. She grabbed her silk robe off of the hook on the wall beside her bed and slid her arms into the sleeves, tying the satin ribbon firmly around her waist.

She quietly slid open the glass door that led out onto a small stone balcony that projected from the north wall of the palace. She set her hands on the railing and gazed distantly out at the twilight.

“They never forget,” she whispered, remembering the strange dream she’d had a while back. The dream that had left her shaken and rather bemused. She’d still not deciphered the meaning behind those strange words.

The dream still remained painfully vivid, the disturbing image of Link’s mutilated body etched into Midna’s mind. She shook her head. “Oh, what I would do just to have him back again, just to know that he’s safe,” she whispered longingly. Midna’s eyes scanned the voluminous expanse of twilight before her, and she let out a burdened sigh. “If only there were some way,” she spoke softly to herself, “some way he could hear me, I would tell him--” she hesitated, “I would tell him I love him.”