The silence in the Grove is deafening. An unnatural sense of dread has rolled through, not a fairy nor Kokiri to be seen flitting through the shadows.
The light clinking of metal is all that can be heard, and the soft sobs of the former Twilight Princess, muffled by the hand of a small blonde fairy child.
Midna's eyes follow the forms of Temis and Cretis, as Temis guides Cretis out of the Grove by the hand. She shifts in an attempt to follow, to rip Cretis away from him, but the pale hand over her mouth tightens, a silent warning.








