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Castle Town? It was the last place she expected any Twili to find themselves. Let alone Rizali. Hell, her appearance in this realm was a shock that threatened to stop the queen’s heart. Midna laughed some, hiding it behind a hand at the rather childish demeanor between the two young women. And despite their differences it seemed, Midna could see the two as good friends. Or she at least hoped so, they would need all the friends and allies one could get out here.
And then Rizali is hugging her, staggering Midna backward and nearly toppling them both over. But the queen steadies herself and wraps her arms around the young woman. She had felt like a sister to the young queen in the Twilight Realm. Riza was a gifted mage, and she had spent what free time she had to teach her. Courtesies and formalities could be put aside for this moment.
“Thank you Sekne. Rizali is a…a dear friend of mine. I am overjoyed you are safe, both of you. I had started to worry that you were gone a bit longer than expected.” She tells both women, pulling back from Rizali for a moment to simply look her over. As though making sure she was here and in one piece. Tears threatened to burn behind her eyes, but Midna held herself in check aside from the emotion that did find its way into her expression.
“Ah, we do still need to make sure none of the Usurper’s men have followed Rizali. Sekne, if you would be so kind as to take some men and do a sweep of the area. Be on the lookout for any portals.” She says, and though there is still softness in her voice, Midna is ever the queen in her requests. And then she turns back to Rizali. “You should rest. The desert here is brutal if you are not accustomed to it.”
Midna had been back in Arbiter's Grounds, doing what she spent much of her time these days doing; reading. In the four hundred years since she'd last been in the Realm of Light so many things had changed, naturally. Which only continued to be an issue when artifacts of power were missing and needed. She'd known little about this Realm when she first came here, and even still knew little, reading what scholarly information had been made between those two points only illuminated so much however. She was still no closer to taking back the Twilight Realm.
It's like this that a guard finds her, requesting her attention at one of the forward camps. Sekne had found a Twili claiming to know Midna. Warily, she follows. The desert heat and light difficult, but it takes little energy for Midna to simply teleport both her and the guard into one of the tents.
She'd been curious as to where Sekne had run off to exactly, though the girl had all the freedom to move as she wished, Midna did prefer to know where her people were. She's stepping out of the tent and into the evening sunlight, stopping suddenly in her tracks as who appears beside Sekne.
"Rizali? Is that really you?" she asks, and there's true surprise and emotion flooding the usually impassive Queen's voice. Rizali had been the last person she'd expected to see, if only for her fear that the young woman had been trapped inside the Twilight Realm. But it seemed not to be the case, and Midna cannot help the pure joy that runs through her at the sight.
Midna does not take her eyes off the mysterious automaton guardian. Pulling back her arm and readying her magic for another blast of magic towards the creation, she replies to Balthazar quickly, already working on a plan of some kind.
"Do your best to keep it away from me," she says, and as her eyes adjusted to the light of the room, the flickering catches her eye, something lying on the ground across the room. "There's something over there, what are the odds it aids us?"
She is contemplating getting past the flames somehow when the automaton reveals two bladed arms, one of which raises and swings towards her. The swing is swift, and Midna barely pulls herself to the side and into the shadows between the torches and flame light. From there, she is grateful for the natural talents of the Twili, as she practically melts into shadows and pulls herself across shadow and wind to the shadows between torches on the far wall. She reappears, the sentry now between her and Balthazar, its attention would have to split to keep up with the both of them, and hopefully, that worked in the Twilis favor.
Midna goes for the object against the wall, with any luck, it was a weapon against the sentry.
The Twili girl was not a surprise, not now when so many of her kind were seeking refuge in this desert. But she was so young, and the queen instructed the healer to take good care of her and briefly moved herself from her bedside seat to speak with the sentries about how they found the girl. Midna was not the paranoid sort, but she had been burned and it was better to be careful nowadays. She posts the sentries at the entrance to the tent, and the moment she hears the girl coughing awake she's returning to her seat beside the cot.
"Indeed you did, my sentries found you in the desert but you are currently safely within my camp." she explains to the young woman, voice soft and she instructs the healer to get more water just in case. "What is your name, dear?" she asks.
Whatever joy she had held at solving the mystery was flushed from her the moment Midna saw what awaited them. The giant automaton, centuries old and beginning to come to life at their presence was a sight to behold. The Twili Queen was just as awed and curious as she was afraid of what power was contained in the creature.
It had been so dark in the temple, and the preferred light for a Twili that as the torches lit up, Midna winced away and squinted as her eyes adjusted. The flickering lights bounced off the automaton giving the creature an unearthly sheen amidst all the dust flying through the air. For once, Midna was almost willing to listen to Balthazar's word of caution, and she gladly let him go first, but followed along closely behind him. Lest he forget she was fully capable of defending herself.
As the two entered the room, fire sprung up at their feet and Midna stepped back suddenly, the heat and light abrasive to a woman of the shadows.
The flames cause Midna to barely notice the bolt of blue light that shoots towards Balthazar, reaching with her magic a tendril of shadow magic lashes out as she throws her arm forward catching the bolt just in front of the duo and sending ice shattering around them in a chaotic spray and sending a sudden harsh chill down Midna's spine.
"You have to be glad I don't listen sometimes," she comments lightheartedly despite their situation.
It had been an average day, in what could be considered an average day for Midna. Trapped in the Realm of Light as she was, gathered hidden in the wind and sand in what once was a prison for Hyrule's worst and what once housed the Mirror of Twilight. Here was what little she had amassed of a resistance and where she spent most of her time since leaving the Heroes' side for the time being.
She'd been focused on research about artifacts of power, specifically those of shadow magic controlled by the Sheikah and her people. Something that would allow her to gain even a modicum more power to use in this realm and against the usurper's that held her kingdom in their fists.
The moon is rising high in the sky, and despite having been awake and working, she was not tired, invigorated by the cool desert wind at night. Midna strolls the area of Arbiter's Grounds idly when two sentries find her and inform her that they've found an unconscious Twili girl in the sands not far from the camp, a refugee come to join her side, they suspect. With a pleasantly surprised expression, Midna nods at them and commands them to take her to the girl, who've they brought to their makeshift medic tent.
When Midna walks in she can see the young woman on a bed, dust and sand cover her clothing and she's unconscious, the medic trying to coax her back to consciousness to give her water. She's surprised at how young she seems, and takes a seat on the side of the bed, wondering after the mysterious Twili girl who made it so far. She was no healer, and could only sit by and wait.
She peers around Balthazar into the long hallway,waving a hand in front of her face to scatter the dust away from her. It was thick here, this part of the temple the least disturbed throughout the ages. Midna steps in after her companion, satisfied that this particular hallway is quiet and settled. "At least this space is peaceful," she comments.
The door on the far end though, was a surprising disappointment. Of course there would be something so simple as a key behind the complications of magic, enemies, and ancient puzzles. "Well, our prize is supposed to be behind this door. All information on this half of the temple is speculation at best as you can see, it has not been disturbed for quite some time. I do not have a key, but I have an idea." She seems to study the map in her hands for a few moments, pacing the empty hallway in thought.
After a few minutes, Midna looks up from the map and stops just before the midway point of the hallway and stares at a wall. "According to all my research this should be a doorway. If it does not have the key, it should have access to the main room. Otherwise the architecture of this place makes no sense, and neither do any of these supposed scholars," she tells Balthazar, not bothering to look away from the wall.
"I think it's purposely hidden by magic. And I might be able to break it." A few minutes of concentration and a large chunk of what little of the ancient language of her people she knows and the wall ripples like so many mirages of the desert around them and reveals an intricately carved door. "Hah!" she exclaims with a smirk before looking back at Balthazar, triumph in her eyes.
"Care to che--" she's interrupted by the sounds of rhythmic metal thumping originating from the concealed door. No doubt the magic used masking sounds as well. "You know, it would probably be best if you did go first."
Midna didn't know how to react to Balthazar smiling at her at the notice of her concern. She wasn't sure if her concern was founded on the genuine care of Balthazar or the fact that he had saved her life, and in some sense, she did owe him. The Queen was sure she couldn't outright trust him, at least not so quickly again, but she needed his help and here he was willing to help.
Her celebration of her solution was a bit childish, but Midna was always excited about solving a puzzle that would stump her. And in all her research there had been no answers to these puzzles, those that wrote of this temple had so conveniently forgotten to mention it.
She watched Balthazar go ahead of her and pronounce the area clear before she followed him in. Pulling from her pocket the information of the tomb which included a sketchy map whose accuracy she wasn't completely sure of. "According to this, there are several rooms and some complicated hallways between here and the main room. All the information for what's inside is quite vague," she tells him, studying the map while chewing on the inside of her lip.
"There should be another door to the next hallway on the far side of this room."
Midna studied Balthazar once more quickly, making sure that he would indeed be able to continue through the temple. "As long as we can finish what we've started," she teases. With the beast gone and the temple silent once more, Midna resolves herself to finish the puzzle she had started to get them through this temple.
"Could we?" she thinks about it for a moment, "Perhaps we could, I don't want to risk weakening you, however. I can regain my strength over time, and as long as we're careful I will survive." she tells him, walking back over to the monolith she had been studying.
The solution to the puzzle had been in front of her the entire time, but she hadn't noticed until defeating that beast what exactly she had to do. The light that filtered into the temple was strategic, not a testament of time. On some of these stone pillars stood old mirrors dulled with age. "I believe I have, see these pillars? Look to the top, and watch," she says, taking a deep breath and once again summoning the tendrils of shadow that grab the walls of the pillar and pull. The strength of the stone forces her to exert more power than she imagined, and the sound of stone grinding fills the room but within a few seconds there is a reflection of light between the hole in the roof and the old mirror. And the sound of a stone door opening.
The Queen breathes a sigh of relief when she sees Balthazar slip from the locked blade of the creature, and she's thankful that the indent on the floor wasn't him. Midna had felt the power of that strike slam the ground and travel up her bones; causing her to shudder at its strength. Despite it's failed attack on either Twili, the creature still resisted her magic fiercely and Midna focused on the concentration of her power to keep this beast pinned.
She watched as Balthazar readied himself and then slid back under the creature, driving his blade upwards and into it between the armor. Midna sighs in relief as the creature sinks to its knees and her magic dissipates into just the armored shell.
"A spirit indeed, no wonder they are so resistant to magic, and that metal armor stopping most physical blows." she replies, staring at the empty shell on the ground before them. "I pray there are not many more lurking about, perhaps we should move quickly. I'd rather not get caught unaware again." she tells Balthazar, glancing at him.
She was fine, the monster had not the time to even scratch her. It was more the physical strain on her magic, so isolated in this Realm of Light. She wondered how the Sheikah fared so well in it. Perhaps it was her kind's punishment so long ago, banished and then handicapped should they come back. "I will live, my magic is strained in this realm. And I don't know if it is the lingering of a curse once set upon me here, or a trick by the gods for coming back," she sighs, "you though, faced the spirit head on, are you alright?" there was a surprising amount of concern in her ruby eyes.
Midna's knowledge on the Isle here was minimal, let alone what she knew of this realm outside its borders. Rumors and legends that she had read in her search for artifacts of power and in the idle time of her exile. A few things she remembers from her adventures with Link, though the entire makeup of this place was different so many years ago, only the barest of its roots remain the same. So for Balthazar's question, she can only silently shrug as she continues looking through the temple.
She attributes her curiosity towards Balthazar as a caution. His actions and his words tended to differ greatly in her mind, and she wanted to see if they might finally be aligned. And mostly in her favor. The grim expression was not exactly what she had thought he would say, and it raises her eyebrows in surprise.
Once, early into her second exile, Midna had thought quite the same of her situation. But the realization that death would mean the end, not just of her life but of what she had hoped to accomplish. In exile, she still had a chance at righting the wrongs of herself and her people.
"I am all ears," she replies, turning back to face him once more. Awaiting whatever he may have to explain. She's about to ask him if perhaps it should wait, seeing his nerves when the question dies in her throat as he lunges towards her a sword drawn in unison. Midna is startled further when he shoves her back just enough that she sees a larger dark blade slashing downwards in the air where she once stood. The sight alone steals the breath out of her lungs and she nearly doesn't react when Balthazar yells at her to do something out of shock.
Taking a few steps backward, putting distance between herself and the dark knight she begins to call up her magic once more. Hoping that she had enough of it left to stop the creature. This time around she had more of a chance to study it, find the weak points in its armor and that's where she could strike.
Tendrils of shadow magic burst forth from Midna's frame, warping around the dark temple room and striking at the dark knight. Each 'arm' aimed at the joints where its armor was weakest. Midna's forehead creases slightly with the strain to pull the creatures backward away from Balthazar and prying open a soft spot in the armor.
"You have to stab him where he's most vulnerable," Midna says, cursing harshly as her magic digs deep into the creature, slowly weakening it.
Midna surprises herself by smiling back at Balthazar, ruby eyes glittering in the dim light of the temple. She had known it when he first joined her side and had tried to forget about it in their time apart. But there had always been something alluring to her about Balthazar. Perhaps she liked the mystery behind him, the strange look she saw in his eyes. But right now she had this temple to solve, her charming companion could wait.
"We had better hope so, for both our sakes," she teases, but with the presence of another Twili and the time to breathe Midna can feel her powers beginning to recover once more.
She's practically got her nose to a large stone monolith, reading the faded inscription on it. By the looks of the entire dungeon to her, these puzzles probably did not work as they used to. Finding a way around would probably be their best option. Midna is about to continue up through the next corridor when Balthazar asks her about the current denizens of the Twilight Realm, the ones loyal to her.
The truth of it was, she wasn't sure how many of her people still supported her. If it would even be safe to open a path here for them, or would they be safe hiding in their own realm. "Have I thought about it? Yes, but to be honest I am not sure about the number of followers in our realm are still alive. If many still are, then I fear the time to keep a path between here and the Twilight Realm could expose everyone. I believe our people could adapt, but this realm does not have the room to house many of our own. And not many of us would be able to tolerate the desert around Arbiter's Grounds." she tells him, her gaze distant in thought. "I pray that our people have the sense to stay quiet and that I work fast enough to get to them," she continues forward into the corridor carefully, watching the dust fall around her and scatter at her near silent footsteps.
"Finding another route will no doubt be quicker, though we should prepare for enemies," as she speaks, she peers through the darkness looking for an open door or something to unlock their path.
"I am curious about something, Balthazar," she starts, not taking her eyes off the path ahead, "you knew coming here--following me--could lead to your death. You have always struck me as someone practical, not willing to gamble on a losing hand and all the evidence suggested it was. So, why did you?"
SHADOW'S EMBRACE: Studied through ancient records of her people, Midna uses her triforce shard to amass shadows into a weapon. These shadows serve as a direct attack at an opponent within reasonable distance and can be used to bind an enemy to a spot for a short amount of time.