His head was spinning. His bare feet slipped and stumbled on the filthy, freezing stone floor and the darkness welled up and threatened to drag him under. He caught the wall for support, and his hand left a long black smear of blood. What was it he had said to Midna only a few hours before?

"I assure you, my princess, my hands are clean."

Not anymore. Not in any sense of the word.

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Oh, Rhent, how I love to torment you. This is the Twili Healer Rhent from chapter four of my fanfic "Finding the Cure" (until I come up with a better title). Chapter four has been pretty hard on Rhent; he's beaten, bruised and barely alive.

And somebody stole his clothes, which means I got to design all the cool markings and glowing symbols all over his body.

The glowing object he's holding is a "Summoning Stone" and is very important to the fanfic's plot.

I do not own the Legend of Zelda or the Twili. But Rhent is an original character, so I do own him. Please don't steal him!