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miniscrew-anon · 1 year

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HSH Febuwhump Day 9 - Voice Loss

This one here is a prequel to yesterdays post, “Panic”

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Sky doesn’t even see the blow coming.

(His head was in the clouds, as Sunny would say. She always seems to make his worst qualities sound pleasant. Even though there;s nothing pleasant about letting his mind wander when he should be alert on guard duty. He can’t really help it though. He’s had so much to think about recently - Champion, the coma, the Goron chiefs death, the murmuring about secret projects, Princess Flora’s involvement, the Sheika’s edginess, Wild -)

One minute he’s turning the corner on his usual patrol route in the castle halls. The next, a hand is striking like a cobra and chopping him clean across the throat.

The strike to his esophagus cuts off any chance of calling for help. Sky wheezes painfully, backing away from his opponent. He coughs violently, his airway closing from the blow and making his vision spotty. He barely stays on his feet, stumbling back and pulling his gun. A second strike slaps the weapon out of his hand.

“Mmm, poor thing,” A man’s voice croons at him. Through the spots in his eyes Sky can see the attacker is dressed in black and white, with a blood red cloak over one shoulder. His black lipstick not nearly as dark as the look in his eye. “Did a naughty cat get your tongue? So sorry! But I really don’t want to deal with a horde of knights. It would be so bothersome.”

Sky straightens up in a mere second, shaking off the stunning blow. He snarls silently.

He doesn’t recognize the man despite his striking features. He’s no guard, but he doesn’t seem to be Yiga, either. Sky doesn’t remember hearing anything about another faction or high-profile target like this man.

“Oh? What's with that look? Oh, I see - you’re simply awe-struck at the sight of me! I don’t blame you. I am simply marvelous.” The man struck a pose, hands behind his head, legs in a relevé.

Sky glares. It doesn’t matter. He has no idea how this man got this far into the castle but Sky wasn’t going to let him go any further. He raises his sword, gun out of reach. It’s fine. Sky’s always been better with a blade anyway.

He attacks - a straightforward strike to gauge his opponent. The man smiles and dodges easily.

He’s obviously skilled, keeping on his toes and evading anything Sky throws his way by mere centimeters. He taunts the knight, smirking and cooing whenever Sky misses him.

“My my, you’re not half bad. Much more talented than any of the other failures I’ve killed tonight.” The man leaps back to avoid a stab, eyes glittering in delight. “But still just not enough. So sad, Sky, is it?”

Sky wheezes in surprise. How did this man know his name?

The man places his hand delicately on his hip, expression oozing smugness. “Surprised I know who you are? Don’t be, Sky child. I’ve actually had my eye on you for quite some time. It’s hard not to, with a face like that. I’ve watched you for so long that this is a dream come true. I’ve always wanted to see your gentle expression - twisted in agony!”

His hand shoots out, knives flying. Sky manages to block two of them with his blade. A third one digs into his side. Thankfully his uniform is strong enough to keep it from penetrating, although the impact makes him wince. Damn - just how strong is this guy?

“Oh?” The man hums happily, “Do I have to try harder to be satisfied? How wonderful! It’s really only fun if I have to work for it!”

“W-who…?” Sky manages to say. His throat is burning. It comes out as barely a whisper. The man hears him anyway.

“Who? Oh, where are my manners?” The man bows with a flourish. Sky isn’t stupid enough to fall for such an obvious trap, although that just seems to delight the man more. “I am Lord Ghirahim, servant and right hand of the Demon God. Pleased to make your acquaintance. And soon, pleased to make you bleed.”

He’s fast-! Is all Sky has time to think before Ghirahim is on him.

The man uses his fists, arms adorned with metallic gloves. He breaks through Sky’s guard and lands several hits. His fists are like blurs and each punch hits like a brick. Sky takes them, barely even feeling them with the amount of adrenaline he’s pumping. He tries to regain his ground but Ghirahim seems to be everywhere, seemingly teleporting with how agile he is.

“Ohh,” The man moans, dark ecstasy written on his face, “What an expression on your face! Confusion, fear, desperation! I love it! Give me more!”

The man’s attacks gain a vicious edge to them and Sky almost blacks out when the man strikes his throat again, his windpipe almost shattering. But he stays on his feet, finally finding an opening in Ghirahim's guard. He breaks through and lands a solid hit, a slash from the man’s hip to collarbone. The force of his blow sends Ghirahim flying, a pained shout falling from his lips.

Sky didn’t allow himself to smile. He could feel his strike was weakened by armor - Ghirahim wasn’t done yet.

The man proves him right a second later when he leaps back to his feet, unharmed except a small nick to his chin. And a newfound murderous look in his eyes.

“Well, Sky Child. I didn’t expect that from you. Well done.” Ghirahim wipes the blood from his chin, licking it off his fingers lewdly.

Ghirahim’s own pained scream has been heard. Sky can already hear other guards calling and mobilizing. There would be backup on the scene in minutes.

“Don’t look so smug,” The man husks. “You’ve accomplished nothing. This changes nothing.”

Sky raised his blade again. All he needs to do is stall now. As soon as backup arrives Ghirahim can be taken into custody.

Ghirahim sees through his plan. But instead of being furious, he smiles cruelly. “You don’t even realize how badly you’ve failed, do you? You probably think you’ve stopped me. That all you have to do is wait for help to arrive and the big, bad intruder will be stopped. Naivete at it’s best. You don’t really think I came alone, do you?”

He strikes a dramatic pose, batting his eyelashes. “I’ve already accomplished my mission! Yes, that’s right! As fun as you are to dance with, you were never my target. As adorable as you are, you’re just a peon. No, my Sky child. I only ever had my eyes on you because of your dancing partner.”

Sky’s breath stutters.

Ghirahim smirks, eyes crinkling in delight. “Ah, yes. Your expression is prefect, my dear. Confidence shattered in a moment. Beautiful. But yes, I’m afraid your princess is already in another castle. That’s why I had the time to play with you. And I’m so glad I did. You’re so much more easy on the eyes than that cow you call a princess.”

Sky strikes at Ghirahim's heart.

His blade comes up short, caught near effortlessly by the smirking demon. He inhales in surprise, his blade shaking in Ghirahims one-handed grip. The clash of their weapons strike sparks, sword against gauntlet.

Ghirahim leans forward, whispering against Sky’s lips. “I did love playing with you though. Although I fear I now must bid you adieu.”

Ghirahim palm strikes the side of Sky’s sword, shattering the blade. He follows with a sweeping kick, knocking Sky into the air with the strength of it.

Sky is still airborn when he see’s the glint of a blade pass him.

Ghirahim leaps back just in time to avoid Warriors cutting him in two.

Sky hits the wall hard enough to crack bones.

Ghirahim dives out the window before Sky blinks, moving easily across the rooftops.

“Intruder in the castle!” Warriors calls into his radio. “He’s moving across the roof on the eastern tower. Heading South. Proceed with caution! He’s killed at least five guards!”

Warriors drops to his knee beside Sky grabbing his friend by the shoulders. His blade is still drawn. “Are you alright? What happened? What did he say?”

“Sun…” Sky croaks. All his aches and pains are secondary to the cold void in his stomach. Let it be a bluff. Please let her be safe! “Where is Sun? He.. said he got her… Wars… Where is Sun?”

The radio on Warriors waist crackles to life.

“Red Alert! Red Alert! Princess Solara is unaccounted for! All units - Search and rescue! Do not let the intruders escape! I repeat this is a Red Alert!”

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Oh Ghirahim, you’re so fun to write. So sassy, so flirty. I love his naughty, sexy bitchy self

Sky has the name “godslayer” in his file - this dude must have done something to earn it. And I imagine this might be the event that kicks it into motion.

#townhouse au #hsh au #hsh sky #HSH Warriors #Febuwhump 2023 #I love incorperating game story into hsh stories

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sowlozau · 4 years

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How It Began

Ghirahim,

It is with great joy that I give you this Journal, or Diary, or whatever you wish to call it. It is also with great joy that I am with you to begin your quest back to your true potential. I can almost see you balking as you read this, but Hylia and myself both know it is for the best, despite all the tribulations that lay ahead, and behind.

You're probably ready to throw this into the closest fire by now. I'm nearly finished, I promise!

You have been given this blank book to write down any thoughts, feelings, or investigations you encounter as your quest unfolds. Write whatever you wish, as it is your private log.

Do not despair, Ghirahim. Everything will turn out as it should be. There is a reason that you lived, although I myself do not understand why at the present moment. Hylia, however, assures me that the reason is great indeed.

May your quest, investigations, and even, your life, be made clear through this journal.

Sincerely,

The Lady Zelda

BAH! I hate that insufferable Hylian with my entire being! How dare she talk to me, albeit through a note, like that! I can't believe her!!!

I suppose I should introduce myself, even though you're a book, and can't comprehend anything. I am the Demon Lord Ghirahim. Since we will be operating at an incredibly personal level, you can call me Ghirahim. If you could call me anything...

I have fine silver hair, styled in an immaculate way, and clothes of the same style. I stand at seven foot two, and weigh roughly six thousand pounds.

I love remilts and hate mushrooms.

I feel the need to explain myself, and my current predicament, seeing as there's a note from Lady Zelda addressing me as a friend at the beginning. I will do my best to explain, although I see no real reason to do so other then to jot down my thoughts, now looking back at what happened.

It began shortly after Demise was revived. I had just stalled the Sky Child long enough for the spell to finish. Seeing him again, at the time, brought myself joy, and it filled me with energy that I had lost in the recent battle with Link.

“Welcome back, master," I said with a flourishing bow. He paused from admiring his form to cast a glance my way. I suppose I must describe him as well. Flames as hot as a forge float atop his head, his skin was more black then utter darkness, and made up of large scales that reflected nothing. He wore only a floor length cloth wrapped about his midsection and legs. He was as old as Hylia and you could see it in his eyes, his hands, rough with battle scars and his face, wrinkled with an eternity of scowling.

He chuckled and continued to cast his gaze around the sealed grounds.

“It does me well to see you didn't fail me, demon," He said as his gaze landed on Link, who stood ready for whatever that may happen, his shield in front and his sword ready to attack. The Demon King's eyes narrowed at him, the flames that made his hair grew brighter as his temper flared.

“Why does he live," He growled, turning his narrowed gaze back at me. My own temper flared at that point as well.

“He is Hylia's chosen hero, Master," I explained, standing up from my bow. "He's as stubborn as they come, always coming back like a moth to the flame!"

"Why did you not finish him off," Demise growled, the flames atop his head growing brighter by the second.

My mouth gaped open, what else could I have said? What else could I have done?! Did he not understand, or recall, how pig headed the Hylians were?!

I hadn't even the time to answer, even if I could have come up with an excuse. Demise let out a ragged sigh, letting his blood red eyes shut for a moment as it seemed despair flooded over him. Perhaps it was disappointment, but I will never know.

"Just when I think I can trust you with a task, you turn around and fool me again," He glowered. "You are all the same," he continued, looking back at Link.

That comment struck a nerve deep within myself. You are all the same. What was left of my heart was crushed, could I do nothing right?! I took a step forwards, stumbling over my words as I defended myself.

"But master! I tried everything in my power to defeat him, kill him, anything to make him stop coming! But he wouldn't! He returned, always coming back no matter what I tried!"

"You fool," Demise whispered. "You dare to talk back?!"

“I would never, I only wish to-"

"That is enough," Demise shouted. "I have no more need of you, or your pathetic services!" Tears flooded into my eyes, the only being that I had known was turning me away, and all thanks to that cursed Hylian! "Leave before I change my mind," He finished, turning to glower back at the Sky Child, raising his hand, engulfed in magic, as if he were about to blast him to smithereens.

"Y-You can't just turn me away like that," I cried. "Think of all I have done for your cause! Think of all that you wouldn't have if I hadn't been there! You need me!"

Demise came at me in less then the moment it takes to blink. He caught me by my throat and lifted me high in to the air. Terror ran through my veins, and down to my toes. What little air I needed was cut off as he choked the literal life out of me. My hands flew to my throat, a vain attempt to free myself from his grasp.

"You dare to tell me what I need?!" He raged, shaking me like a rag. "I am the Demon King, and nobody commands me!"

He threw me to the ground, I felt quite a few bones fracture as I landed, causing me to yell out in pain. Demise lowered his hand towards me, it was engulfed in magic, and soon, I was as well. Back into the air I went, my form rigid with his magic. I couldn't move, and was forced to stare into the dark abyss that was his eyes.

"You foolish demon," He snarled. "Those tasks would have easily been accomplished by one such as I, and this whelp wouldn't be standing here, making a fool of you. You are nothing, compared to me, and yet you see yourself as an equal to my power and dominion. You are wrong!"

Pain.

That was all that I could think of then, pain. Emotional, physical, mental, pain. Then, for the perfect icing atop the cake, the pain focused on the center of my chest, atop my exposed core.

Everything from that point on was quite a bit foggy. I recall becoming a sword, and then stepping through a portal where time and space did not exist. Looking back it was quite beautiful. A bright blue sky, filled with large fluffy clouds filled above us, and was reflected off the water laden ground beneath us. There were no birds, no trees, no wind, just us and the clouds.

We didn't wait long for the Sky Child to follow us, why he did I haven't a clue. I suppose it would be the same reason that drove him to keep returning to fight me and the minions I sent. As Demise gave his monologue to Link, I noticed another figure had come with the Hero; The Sword Spirit Fi.

People don't know anything about sword spirits in today's era, so I will explain. You may be more familiar with a genie and a lamp. That is almost what a sword spirit is, but when 'placed' in their 'lamp', the spirit observes in an invisible form, mist like and ready to heed their master's call. When we 'exit' our 'lamp', we head through a diamond, or a jewel at the hilt of the sword, taking up a solid form. Think of the jewel as a portal, if you will. Most of the time, a sword spirit is content watching in their 'sheathed', state. I, however, was not, and took up a 'human' form, retaining most of my abilities. The only real difference, in all honesty, is that a human form bleeds, and as such is 'weaker' then a true form. Any sword spirit has the ability to take a human form, but most do not wish to utilize it, as it is their weaker form. Most remain in their True Form, their skin metal and nearly indestructible.

I stood up as quick as I could, I had been sitting down. Turning on the ball of my foot, I walked away from the Hero and Demon King, wanting to be alone, or as alone as I could be. Each pain ridden step sent chills up my spine, and although I know the broken bones within me were healed, the pain continued to get worse.

"Ghirahim," Fi called, walking quickly towards me, her echoing, chiming voice ringing through the clouds. I snorted and wrapped my arms around myself. I hadn't met Fi like this since the Great War, and that was only briefly. Why she wanted my company now was beyond me, and I hope that one day I may figure it out.

"What do you want," I grumbled, sitting down and pulling my knees to my chest, making very well sure that my back was towards her. She walked around me and lowered herself to eye level, staring deep into my eyes.

"What are you doing," I asked, scooting backwards slowly. Fi only continued to stare into my eyes, her face expressionless as always. I stopped scooting, crossed my legs and leaned back, trying to appear casual, while in reality I wanted to fling her as far away from me as I could.

She frowned, ever so slightly. "You've changed," She said blatantly. I snorted again, setting my hands on my knees and leaning forward.

“Yes, of course, that can happen when your wielder rejects you," I said through a growl. Fi shook her head, her hair shaking just a little.

"That is not what I meant, you misunderstand," She said monotone. "You have changed since you were forged, back when you were innocent."

“I have never been innocent," I hissed. "And since when did you know me when I was forged?"

"You do not know what will happen," Fi said, disregarding my question. "When Demise, or Master Link, is vanquished." She cast her gaze towards the two, who were now locked in the battle. "There is a chance that Demise could take you back, but he will never trust you as he once did."

She looked back at me, a ghost of anger hidden on her face. "There is also, a greater chance, that he will melt you down into scrap. All you've done to make yourself known throughout the known world will be for nothing, and you will be trodden down until all that is left of you is dirt."

I hate her.

How she's able to read my thoughts, and tell me what they are when I don't even know, it is simply infuriating. How I wanted to strangle her then!

“Should Master Link win, you would, if you survive, be brought back to be tried as a terrorist and aid to the greatest calamity of our age. You would be put to death, and be known as only an aid. Not the great wizard that removed the seals keeping his master contained, not the great sword master that went toe to toe with Her Grace's Chosen Hero, and lived to tell the tale, just simply an aid.

"Or," She paused here, taking a slow blink. My mouth hung agape, and I was terrified again. "You could be left and forgotten, left to rust here in this realm, alone and near death."

Everything she said left a deeper hole in my chest, growing larger and larger as she had spoke. I had no words to say, I still have nothing to say. What could you say to that?

“I believe you are emotionally compromised," Fi said. "There is nothing left for you, nor is there a way for yourself to escape your fate. It is sealed, and nothing you can do can change that-"

"Stop rubbing it in!" I shouted, moving quickly to slap her. She narrowly dodged it, flying far enough away to be out of reach, but still well within hearing and sight. "You think I haven't thought of everything that could happen?! You think I'm that dumb?!"

She remained silent, so I took the opportunity to continue.

"And for the record, I have never been emotionally stable-"

"You were when the Sages made you," She interrupted.

All thoughts left my poor, muddled, brain, and I was frozen again, trying to find some witty comeback, or something to make it seem like I wasn't as shocked as I was. Before I realized what was happening, I heard myself mutter, "What?"

"The Seven Sages, and Hylia made you, just as they made me, Ghirahim."

"Stop lying," I shouted, running towards her, trying to hit her, attack, something to make her stop talking, spewing nonsense. She floated out of my reach, again and again, but I continued to attack, refusing to give up.

"That, BLASTED GODDESS, did not make ME," I shouted as I attacked. "She is nothing more then a ditsy blonde, incapable of protecting anything, including her-self!"

Fi remained emotionless as ever, but I knew I struck a nerve as she frowned, just a little. I didn't have time to gloat, though, as she floated as close as she dared and kicked me in the face. I fell back, sinking into the water, dazed and in pain again. She walked up to one side and leaned over me, her face blank again.

"Her Grace is not, a ditsy blonde," She said. "And she is capable of many things. I do believe you are correct, however. She would not be able to create a monster, such as you-"

I held up a finger, trying to indicate her to wait a moment, and she took the hint. "I am not a monster Fi, I am a demon," I corrected, but she started up again just as I had finished.

“You are a Sword Spirit, Ghirahim," She reprimanded. "Never, have you ever been a demon." I frowned and sat up, ready to argue both points further, when the sky turned darker then my mood.

Lightning surged through Demise's blade, filling me with newfound energy. As he released it towards Link, the energy left, and along with it the rest of whatever I had left. I fell back into the water, the clouds spinning overhead, or was it me? It wasn't long after that the Blasted Sky Child figured out that cursed trick and released it towards Demise. Although he took the entire blast, I felt every part of it. I writhed on the ground from the shock and pain, small bolts of electricity arching from one point to another on my body.

"CURSE THEM ALL," I shouted as the pain ebbed away. Once I stopped twitching uncontrollably, tears fell from my eyes, joining the water I laid on. Fi stood by, watching as I sobbed uncontrollably.

"You did not deserve that," She said quietly, almost to herself. “You didn't deserve any of this." I didn't have the strength to argue with her, I could hardly breath as it was, I wouldn't have been able to argue with her even if I wanted to.

“Why," I warbled. I don't recall what my question had been, but that word was the only one I could muster out, I was so weak with pain.

"Demise is transferring his own pain to you, all reasons point to revenge," She said as another bolt struck Demise. I started to heave, it was all I could do to flip myself over so I wouldn't choke.

"Please, make it end," I mumbled as soon as I could, flopping back into the water, my breathing ragged and raspy. Fi sat next to me, placing a winged hand on my shoulder.

“You want it to end," She asked, staring deep into my eyes again. I tried to say something, but I couldn't. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open and focus on her words. "Do you wish to start again, and become wh

How It Began

Ghirahim,

You’re probably ready to throw this into the closest fire by now. I’m nearly finished, I promise!

You have been given this blank book to write down any thoughts, feelings, or investigations you encounter as your quest unfolds. Write whatever you wish, as it is your private log.

May your quest, investigations, and even, your life, be made clear through this journal.

Sincerely,

The Lady Zelda

BAH! I hate that insufferable Hylian with my entire being! How dare she talk to me, albeit through a note, like that! I can’t believe her!!!

I suppose I should introduce myself, even though you’re a book, and can’t comprehend anything. I am the Demon Lord Ghirahim. Since we will be operating at an incredibly personal level, you can call me Ghirahim. If you could call me anything…

I have fine silver hair, styled in an immaculate way, and clothes of the same style. I stand at seven foot two and weigh roughly six thousand pounds.

I love remilts and hate mushrooms.

I feel the need to explain myself, and my current predicament, seeing as there’s a note from Lady Zelda addressing me as a friend at the beginning. I will do my best to explain, although I see no real reason to do so other than to jot down my thoughts, now looking back at what happened.

“Welcome back, master,“ I said with a flourishing bow. He paused from admiring his form to cast a glance my way. I suppose I must describe him as well. Flames as hot as a forge float atop his head, his skin was more black then utter darkness, and made up of large scales that reflected nothing. He wore only a floor-length cloth wrapped about his midsection and legs. He was as old as Hylia and you could see it in his eyes, his hands, rough with battle scars and his face, wrinkled with an eternity of scowling.

He chuckled and continued to cast his gaze around the sealed grounds.

“It does me well to see you didn’t fail me, demon,” He said as his gaze landed on Link, who stood ready for whatever that may happen, his shield in front and his sword ready to attack. The Demon King’s eyes narrowed at him, the flames that made his hair grew brighter as his temper flared.

“Why does he live,“ He growled, turning his narrowed gaze back at me. My own temper flared at that point as well.

“He is Hylia’s chosen hero, Master,” I explained, standing up from my bow. “He’s as stubborn as they come, always coming back like a moth to the flame!”

“Why did you not finish him off,” Demise growled, the flames atop his head growing brighter by the second.

My mouth gaped open, what else could I have said? What else could I have done?! Did he not understand, or recall, how pig-headed the Hylians were?!

I hadn’t even the time to answer, even if I could have come up with an excuse. Demise let out a ragged sigh, letting his blood red eyes shut for a moment as it seemed despair flooded over him. Perhaps it was disappointment, but I will never know.

“Just when I think I can trust you with a task, you turn around and fool me again,” He glowered. “You are all the same,” he continued, looking back at Link.

“But master! I tried everything in my power to defeat him, kill him, anything to make him stop coming! But he wouldn’t! He returned, always coming back no matter what I tried!”

“You fool,” Demise whispered. “You dare to talk back?!”

“I would never, I only wish to-“

"That is enough,” Demise shouted. “I have no more need of you or your pathetic services!” Tears flooded into my eyes, the only being that I had known was turning me away, and all thanks to that cursed Hylian! “Leave before I change my mind,” He finished, turning to glower back at the Sky Child, raising his hand, engulfed in magic as if he were about to blast him to smithereens.

“Y-You can’t just turn me away like that,” I cried. “Think of all I have done for your cause! Think of all that you wouldn’t have if I hadn’t been there! You needme!”

Demise came at me in less than the moment it takes to blink. He caught me by my throat and lifted me high into the air. Terror ran through my veins, and down to my toes. What little air I needed was cut off as he choked the literal life out of me. My hands flew to my throat, a vain attempt to free myself from his grasp.

“You dare to tell me what I need?!” He raged, shaking me like a rag. “I am the Demon King, and nobody commands me!”

He threw me to the ground, I felt quite a few bones fracture as I landed, causing me to yell out in pain. Demise lowered his hand towards me, it was engulfed in magic, and soon, I was as well. Back into the air, I went, my form rigid with his magic. I couldn’t move and was forced to stare into the dark abyss that was his eyes.

“You foolish demon,” He snarled. “Those tasks would have easily been accomplished by one such as I, and this whelp wouldn’t be standing here, making a fool of you. You are nothing, compared to me, and yet you see yourself as an equal to my power and dominion. You are wrong!”

Pain.

That was all that I could think of then, pain. Emotional, physical, mental, pain. Then, for the perfect icing atop the cake, the pain focused on the center of my chest, atop my exposed core.

Everything from that point on was quite a bit foggy. I recall becoming a sword and then stepping through a portal where time and space did not exist. Looking back it was quite beautiful. A bright blue sky, filled with large fluffy clouds filled above us and was reflected off the water laden ground beneath us. There were no birds, no trees, no wind, just us and the clouds.

We didn’t wait long for the Sky Child to follow us, why he did I haven’t a clue. I suppose it would be the same reason that drove him to keep returning to fight me and the minions I sent. As Demise gave his monologue to Link, I noticed another figure had come with the Hero; The Sword Spirit Fi.

People don’t know anything about sword spirits in today’s era so I will explain. You may be more familiar with a genie and a lamp. That is almost what a sword spirit is, but when ‘placed’ in their 'lamp’, the spirit observes in an invisible form, mist like and ready to heed their master’s call. When we 'exit’ our 'lamp’, we head through a diamond, or a jewel at the hilt of the sword, taking up a solid form. Think of the jewel as a portal, if you will. Most of the time, a sword spirit is content watching in their 'sheathed’, state. I, however, was not, and took up a 'human’ form, retaining most of my abilities. The only real difference, in all honesty, is that a human form bleeds, and as such is 'weaker’ than a true form. Any sword spirit has the ability to take a human form, but most do not wish to utilize it, as it is their weaker form. Most remain in their True Form, their skin metal and nearly indestructible.

“Ghirahim,” Fi called, walking quickly towards me, her echoing, chiming voice ringing through the clouds. I snorted and wrapped my arms around myself. I hadn’t met Fi like this since the Great War, and that was only briefly. Why she wanted my company now was beyond me, and I hope that one day I may figure it out.

“What do you want,” I grumbled, sitting down and pulling my knees to my chest, making very well sure that my back was towards her. She walked around me and lowered herself to eye level, staring deep into my eyes.

“What are you doing,” I asked, scooting backward slowly. Fi only continued to stare into my eyes, her face expressionless as always. I stopped scooting, crossed my legs and leaned back, trying to appear casual, while in reality, I wanted to fling her as far away from me as I could. As if I could ever get close enough to do so…

She frowned, ever so slightly. “You’ve changed,” she said blatantly. I snorted again, setting my hands on my knees and leaning forward.

“Yes, of course, that can happen when your wielder rejects you,“ I said through a growl. Fi shook her head, her hair shaking just a little.

"That is not what I meant, you misunderstand,” She said monotone. “You have changed since you were forged, back when you were innocent.”

“I have never been innocent,“ I hissed. "And since when did you know me when I was forged?”

“You do not know what will happen,” Fi said, disregarding my question. “When Demise, or Master Link, is vanquished.” She cast her gaze towards the two, who were now locked in the battle. “There is a chance that Demise could take you back, but he will never trust you as he once did.”

She looked back at me, a ghost of anger hidden on her face. “There is also, a greater chance, that he will melt you down into scrap. All you’ve done to make yourself known throughout the known world will be for nothing, and you will be trodden down until all that is left of you is dirt.”

I hate her.

How she’s able to read my thoughts and tell me what they are when I don’t even know, it is simply infuriating. How I wanted to strangle her then!

“Should Master Link win, you would, if you survive, be brought back to be tried as a terrorist and aid to the greatest calamity of our age. You would be put to death, and be known as only an aid. Not the great wizard that removed the seals keeping his master contained, not the great sword master that went toe to toe with Her Grace’s Chosen Hero, and lived to tell the tale, just simply an aid.

“Or,” She paused here, taking a slow blink. My mouth hung agape when she finished, and I was terrified again. “You could be left and forgotten, left to rust here in this realm, alone and near death.”

Everything she said left a deeper hole in my chest, growing larger and larger as she had spoken. I had no words to say, I still have nothing to say. What could you say to that?

“I believe you are emotionally compromised,“ Fi continued. "There is nothing left for you, nor is there a way for yourself to escape your fate. It is sealed, and nothing you can do can change that-”

“Stop rubbing it in!” I shouted, moving quickly to slap her. She narrowly dodged it, flying far enough away to be out of reach, but still well within hearing and sight. “You think I haven’t thought of everything that could happen?! You think I’m that dumb?!”

She remained silent, so I took the opportunity to continue.

“And for the record, I have never been emotionally stable-”

“You were when the Sages made you,” She interrupted.

All thoughts left my poor, muddled, brain, and I was frozen again, trying to find some witty comeback or something to make it seem like I wasn’t as shocked as I was. Before I realized what was happening, I heard myself mutter, “What?”

“The Seven Sages and Hylia made you, just as they made me, Ghirahim.”

“Stop lying,” I shouted, running towards her, trying to hit her, attack, something to make her stop talking, spewing nonsense. She floated out of my reach, again and again, but I continued to attack, refusing to give up.

“That, BLASTED GODDESS, did not make ME,” I shouted as I attacked. “She is nothing more than a ditsy blonde, incapable of protecting anything, including herself!”

Fi remained emotionless as ever, but I knew I struck a nerve as she frowned, just a little. I didn’t have time to gloat, though, as she floated as close as she dared and kicked me in the face, curse her long foot! I fell back, sinking into the water, dazed and in pain again. She walked up to one side and leaned over me, her face blank again.

“Her Grace is not, a ditsy blonde,” she said. “And she is capable of many things. I do believe you are correct, however. She would not be able to create a monster, such as you-”

I held up a finger, trying to indicate her to wait a moment, and she took the hint. “I am not a monster Fi, I am a demon,” I corrected, but she started up again just as I had finished, more urgent.

“You are a Sword Spirit, Ghirahim,“ She reprimanded, I half thought she would stomp her foot. "Never, have you ever been a demon.” I frowned and sat up, ready to argue both points further, when the sky turned darker than my mood.

Lightning surged through Demise’s blade, filling me with newfound energy. With this newfound energy, I stood, sparks arching around me. I felt as if I could have zapped Fi from existence then. Unfortunately, as I moved to perform my ill, Demise pointed his sword at the Hero, unleashing the lightning stored within.

As he released it towards Link, the energy left, and along with it the rest of whatever I had left. I fell back into the water, the clouds spinning overhead, or was it me?

I sat like that for what felt like a lifetime, but it wasn’t long after that the Blasted Sky Child figured out that cursed trick and released it towards Demise. Although he took the entire blast, I felt every part of it. I writhed on the ground from the shock and pain, small bolts of electricity arching from one point to another on my body and the water.

“CURSE THEM ALL,” I shouted as the pain ebbed away. Once I stopped twitching uncontrollably, tears fell from my eyes, joining the water I laid on. Fi stood by, watching as I sobbed uncontrollably, emotionless as ever.

“You did not deserve that,” She said quietly, almost to herself. “You didn’t deserve any of this.“ I didn’t have the strength to argue with her, I could hardly breathe as it was, I wouldn’t have been able to argue with her even if I wanted to.

“Why,” I warbled. I don’t recall what my question had been, but that word was the only one I could muster out, I was so weak with pain.

“Demise is transferring his own pain to you, all reasons point to revenge,” She said as another bolt struck Demise. I started to heave, it was all I could do to flip myself over so I wouldn’t choke.

“Please, make it end,” I mumbled as soon as I could, flopping back into the water, my breathing ragged and raspy. Fi sat next to me, placing a winged hand on my shoulder.

“You want it to end,“ She asked, staring deep into my eyes again. I tried to say something, but I couldn’t. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open and focus on her words. "Do you wish to start again, and become who you were meant to be?”

What did she mean by that?

“Ghirahim, the quest ahead will not be easy, but it will end all that you’ve had to suffer through. You will not face it alone, and I wish you the best of luck.”

Another bolt struck Demise and I knew no more.

I know it’s not the entire log of what’s happened, but I must retire for the night, as I am shaking from the memories. My eyes are crossing as I write this, and my hands hurt from pressing the quill down to the page so hard. I feel more at peace then I have since Demise was revived, so perhaps this is what I need to do. Perhaps I need to follow Fi’s advice, and Lady Zelda’s instructions, and become who I was meant to be.

Your Writer,

Ghirahim

o you were meant to be?"

What did she mean by that?

"Ghirahim, the quest ahead will not be easy, but it will end all that you've had to suffer through. You will not face it alone, and I wish you the best of luck."

Another bolt struck Demise and I knew no more.

I know it's not the entire log of what's happened, but I must retire for the night, as I am shaking from the memories. My eyes are crossing as I write this, and my hands hurt from pressing the quill down to the page so hard. I feel more at peace then I have since Demise was revived, so perhaps this is what I need to do. Perhaps I need to follow Fi's advice, and Lady Zelda's instructions, and become who I was meant to be.

Your Writer,

Ghirahim

How It Began

Ghirahim,

You’re probably ready to throw this into the closest fire by now. I’m nearly finished, I promise!

You have been given this blank book to write down any thoughts, feelings, or investigations you encounter as your quest unfolds. Write whatever you wish, as it is your private log.

May your quest, investigations, and even, your life, be made clear through this journal.

Sincerely,

The Lady Zelda

BAH! I hate that insufferable Hylian with my entire being! How dare she talk to me, albeit through a note, like that! I can’t believe her!!!

I have fine silver hair, styled in an immaculate way, and clothes of the same style. I stand at seven foot two and weigh roughly six thousand pounds.

I love remilts and hate mushrooms.

He chuckled and continued to cast his gaze around the sealed grounds.

“Why does he live,“ He growled, turning his narrowed gaze back at me. My own temper flared at that point as well.

“He is Hylia’s chosen hero, Master,” I explained, standing up from my bow. “He’s as stubborn as they come, always coming back like a moth to the flame!”

“Why did you not finish him off,” Demise growled, the flames atop his head growing brighter by the second.

My mouth gaped open, what else could I have said? What else could I have done?! Did he not understand, or recall, how pig-headed the Hylians were?!

“Just when I think I can trust you with a task, you turn around and fool me again,” He glowered. “You are all the same,” he continued, looking back at Link.

“But master! I tried everything in my power to defeat him, kill him, anything to make him stop coming! But he wouldn’t! He returned, always coming back no matter what I tried!”

“You fool,” Demise whispered. “You dare to talk back?!”

“I would never, I only wish to-“

“Y-You can’t just turn me away like that,” I cried. “Think of all I have done for your cause! Think of all that you wouldn’t have if I hadn’t been there! You needme!”

“You dare to tell me what I need?!” He raged, shaking me like a rag. “I am the Demon King, and nobody commands me!”

He threw me to the ground, I felt quite a few bones fracture as I landed, causing me to yell out in pain. Demise lowered his hand towards me, it was engulfed in magic, and soon, I was as well. Back into the air, I went, my form rigid with his magic. I couldn’t move and was forced to stare into the dark abyss that was his eyes.

Pain.

That was all that I could think of then, pain. Emotional, physical, mental, pain. Then, for the perfect icing atop the cake, the pain focused on the center of my chest, atop my exposed core.

She frowned, ever so slightly. “You’ve changed,” she said blatantly. I snorted again, setting my hands on my knees and leaning forward.

“Yes, of course, that can happen when your wielder rejects you,“ I said through a growl. Fi shook her head, her hair shaking just a little.

"That is not what I meant, you misunderstand,” She said monotone. “You have changed since you were forged, back when you were innocent.”

“I have never been innocent,“ I hissed. "And since when did you know me when I was forged?”

I hate her.

How she’s able to read my thoughts and tell me what they are when I don’t even know, it is simply infuriating. How I wanted to strangle her then!

“Should Master Link win, you would, if you survive, be brought back to be tried as a terrorist and aid to the greatest calamity of our age. You would be put to death, and be known as only an aid. Not the great wizard that removed the seals keeping his master contained, not the great sword master that went toe to toe with Her Grace’s Chosen Hero, and lived to tell the tale, just simply an aid.

Everything she said left a deeper hole in my chest, growing larger and larger as she had spoken. I had no words to say, I still have nothing to say. What could you say to that?

She remained silent, so I took the opportunity to continue.

“And for the record, I have never been emotionally stable-”

“You were when the Sages made you,” She interrupted.

“The Seven Sages and Hylia made you, just as they made me, Ghirahim.”

“That, BLASTED GODDESS, did not make ME,” I shouted as I attacked. “She is nothing more than a ditsy blonde, incapable of protecting anything, including herself!”

“Her Grace is not, a ditsy blonde,” she said. “And she is capable of many things. I do believe you are correct, however. She would not be able to create a monster, such as you-”

As he released it towards Link, the energy left, and along with it the rest of whatever I had left. I fell back into the water, the clouds spinning overhead, or was it me?

“Why,” I warbled. I don’t recall what my question had been, but that word was the only one I could muster out, I was so weak with pain.

“Please, make it end,” I mumbled as soon as I could, flopping back into the water, my breathing ragged and raspy. Fi sat next to me, placing a winged hand on my shoulder.

What did she mean by that?

“Ghirahim, the quest ahead will not be easy, but it will end all that you’ve had to suffer through. You will not face it alone, and I wish you the best of luck.”

Another bolt struck Demise and I knew no more.

Your Writer,

Ghirahim

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