Welcome to Gaia! ::

Plot

It's been over a hundred years since the events that shook Hyrule to the core and the Light and Twilight worlds met. The Hero of Time has moved on into a new Alternate realm, into a different Hyrule to save it from some threat. But, when a mysterious flute made out of pure black gold is found by a power hungry boy and blown, the Mirror of Twilight is restored and the gateway between the two worlds opens once again.

The successor of Midna is forced to become a Beast of Light and flee the Realm as it is returned to a world of Light and the creatures within are transformed into powerful Light Spirits and sent to Hyrule to cause havoc. With the mighty Hero gone, it is up to an odd bunch of children from Ordon to seek out the new Twilight Ruler, find the Flute of Twilight and restore the two Realms to their own pure beauty... Before it's too late.

Two figures stood in the Mirror Chamber in the Desert. One was a young girl in a tunic and pants. The second was a young boy in a brown cloak.
"You fool!" The girl screamed. "You will destroy us all! Midna herself destroyed the Mirror of Twilight! You can't restore it!"
A wide smile spread across the cloaked figure's face. "Dear one," he said. "I am sorry to inform you, but this Realm is now mine!"
"You can't!"
"Watch me..." The cloaked figure took out a long bladed sword. It was swung at a high speed toward the first speaker. She screamed as the blade ripped through her upper chest. "No one will defy me again..." The killer snapped before blowing into a black and teal flute-like instrument. The Mirror shards quickly formed and the portal between the two worlds opened again. The killer smiled and looked down at the girl. "If you had joined me, you would still be alive," he snapped and made the way into the Twilight Realm.

"Aimot! I'm going out. Will you be okay by yourself?" A white haired boy looked up at his dark haired brother from his desk.
"Where you going?" The white haired boy asked.
"I'm a farm hand. I have a job. Maybe you should try it," he brother snapped.
Aimot shot his brothr a look and got back to writing on his parchment. "Have fun, Noktune," Aimot said. Noktune ran over to his younger brother.
"Whacha workin' on, little bro?" Tune asked.
"Nothing!" Aimot said.
"Awww, Aim! Whacha working on?!" Tune asked.
"I found a book about the Twilight Realm, written in ancient Twili text. It's amazing!" Aim answered with a smile.
"Yeah, you have fun with that, bro. And feed your horse and maybe take her out every once in a while. It was all dad left for you. You could show her more respect." Tune said. Aim waved his hand, not really hearing his brother. "See ya, little bro," Tune muttered and walked out of the house.

After an hour ot two, Aim finally put his book away. "Might as well take that blasted animal out," he muttered. He grabbed his only weapon, which was a poorly made, short blade sword and put the book in a pack so he could continue when he reached the spring. He walked out was greeted by a beautiful black horse with a creamy white mane and black hooves. "Hey girl," he said as he put the saddle on the animal. He stroked her soft mane and smiled. He gently mounted her and sighed. "Alright Nightwave, let's go," he said and got the horse trotting toward the Ordon spring.

Aim opened the gate to the spring. Nightwave wouldn't go in. "Come on, girl. Don't do this to me now." He looked in the spring area to see the dragon. "Holy Cooca!" He shouted. He pulled out his sword, but it fell awkwardly into his hands. He cursed his lack of training as he stared at the beast.

Aim gasped as the dragon spoke. He dropped his sword. As smart as he was, he wasn't trained in sword play. he had released the weapon when to was facing downward and the vertical blade sliced his leg, gently opening the skin and pants' cloth down the side of his leg. He cursed slightly and bent to stroke he leg. "Don't worry," he muttered, thinking himself crazy that he was talking to the dragon. "I would most likely end up killing myself before I made a mark on you."

Aim lifted an eye brow at the dragon. "You think that's funny?" He asked. He limped to the spring and washed the wound. "This is Ordon Spring. Legend has it that it is home to a Light Spirit." He cupped his hands and drank the water and sighed. "So much for a peaceful day," he muttered.

Aim sighed. "My brother made... Wait a second! I'm talking to a Mythical being that's supposed to be extint! Killed by the Hero of Time!" He shook his head. "I am so confused..."