So in the midst of the three other Zelda fanfics I've been working on recently, all based on either OOT or SS, I figured I might as well write my first Twilight Princess piece! So in this little story right here, I plan on describing the events of the game through the eyes of the Twilight Princess herself (Midna). So yeah, enjoy!

The Princess of Darkness

Chapter 1: The Curse

"Shadows.", "The Banished.", "Dark Ones." No matter what we are called, the meaning remains the same. We are the inhabitants of a realm all our own. Those who live in the world of light call it a place of cursed darkness. But this is not true. It is a world bathed in a mystical, otherworldly beauty. When you find yourself in it, it sets your soul at ease and brings you peace. It is called the Twilight Realm and I am its princess.

Or at least I had been…

I look sorrowfully upon the place where I had once lived, the Palace of Twilight, and sigh in remorse. A few hours ago, I had been the magnificent, beautiful ruler of the Twilight, but now, as I stand here and watch the peaceful serenity of my realm slowly drain away, being replaced by a shroud of hanging dread and darkness, I am a hideous shadow of my former self. I look down at my small, impish body, standing only a fraction tall of how I normally am. How did this happen? How was I so easily cast off my throne, and cursed into this?

"Zant…" I growl, glaring at the palace once more. Zant was the one who has overthrown me, who is now ruling over the Twilight Realm, who had cast this awful curse on me. "I curse his very name!" I shout angrily, my voice echoing in the emptiness around me.

My mind flashes back to just a few moments ago. The shouts of battle echoed throughout the palace and my advisors urged me to retreat to one of the higher levels of the palace, us much as I didn't want to. But I quickly gave in when I heard the sound of the Shadow Beasts pounding on the door of the throne room. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the highest balcony of the palace, watching with worry as my home filled with the invading creatures.

"Midna…" I heard my voice and spun around to see the leader of the attack who was approaching me steadily.

"Z-Zant…!" I said in surprise as I began to back up. Zant had once served my family, the royal family of the Twilis, until he became hungry for power and sought to rule the Twilight Realm. But my people, the Twili, rejected him as king and chose me for their ruler instead, considering I was the true heir to the throne. Yet he had recently gained a great dark power, and had used it to transform many of the Twili into the very creatures that were conquering my palace.

"Midna… You hold so much power…" Zant said, getting ever closer to me. "Yet you and your family have refused to use it properly… But worry not, for I will."

"What?" I asked, fear starting to develop inside of me as he began to tower over me. "What are you talking about?"

Zant laughed menacingly. "O, you foolish former Twilight Princess…" he said, raising an arm as if he was going to strike me. "I will use it to take revenge on the world of light that our people have so long deserved!"

Zant swiftly waved his outstretched hand and a sharp pain began to course through me, as if it was eating away at my insides. I fell to the ground as the world spun violently around me. And then, all at once it stopped. Weakly, I pulled myself into a sitting position, but stopped myself when I noticed my hands. They were smaller, much smaller. In fact, my entire body was smaller. It was then, with wide eyes full of horror, that I realized that I had been cursed into the form of a hideous imp.

I heard Zant's wicked and victorious laugh behind me as he disappeared from the balcony. Another noise soon sounded in its place: the sound of approaching Shadow Beasts. Still finding that I had some basic Twili magic left in me, I warped off the balcony, appearing in front the palace, where I now stand.

Giving one last glance to my fallen home, I turn my back to it and start to walk away from it. What's the point in staying? After all, my kingdom has completely fallen to Zant. I have failed those who had called me their leader, the ones who had chosen me to fill that high position. Maybe none of this would have happened if Zant had been chosen instead of me… No… I think, falling to my knees as I am unused to my new legs. Zant is a tyrant… And he must be stopped. But how…?

The situation seems utterly hopeless… How can I even hope to try and stop him alone? Especially in this weak form. Maybe if wasn't an imp, I'd have a better chance, but of course, I am. A hideous, good for nothing, ugly, weak imp and nothing more. I am no longer the Princess of Twilight, and chances are I will never be again.

I stare at my deformed hands once again, not believing that they are my own. I am almost on the verge of tears, when a thought occurs to me. The Fused Shadows! Powerful relics used by our ancestors, the Fused Shadows hold great power that can be used to destroy. Most certainly, they would be able to defeat Zant! In wonder, I hold out my hand and sure enough, one of the pieces of the powerful relic appears floating above my hand. I grin wickedly at it, knowing that I have a chance. Beware Zant... I think, as I place the object upon my head, feeling its power run through me. For you WILL pay for this...

So our story begins! Please review and favorite if you like this! Until next time!