Chapter 1: Dawn
He opened his eyes, looking around. He didn't understand what he saw. The place he was in was… strange. He could see a blue sky overhead, filled with wisps of clouds. How he hated the sight. The fact that humans could consider it beautiful completely revolted him. He would never understand that weak species.
He stood. He saw that the ground that he was standing on was not really ground at all. It was liquid, and reflected the pristine sky. It stretched as far as he could see. It revolted him. He needed to find a way out. But how? He didn't even know where he was; or even who he was.
He sat and thought. He looked at his reflection, to see if that would give him any ideas. He studied it closely. He saw a man whose skin was pale white. His hair was much the same, and nearly covered one of his eyes. His eyes were evil looking, a nice reflection of who he was. There were dark circles under those eyes.
Slowly, it came back to him. He remembered his battle against that green-clad rat. He remembered his thrill of success when his spell transfused the soul of the goddess into his master. He remembered Demise calling forth the sword that was within him. After that though, he couldn't remember anything.
He stood and began cackling. It soon turned into a hysterical laugh. It was impossible, but it had happened. That wretch had beaten the great demon king. He couldn't believe it. But the boy had failed in the end. He'd overlooked one critical detail.
"I am Ghirahim!" he yelled to no one in particular. With him revived, the world would belong to his master, even if his master was dead. However, the first order of business was finding a way out of that horrid realm.
Thousands of Years Later, in the Downfall Timeline
Link awoke with a feeling of excitement. Today was the big day. He'd finally get to show his masterpiece. He moved downstairs to the forge. He looked at all his equipment. His hammer and anvil were worn from use, but it was worth it. He went over to his shelf of swords. He pulled the one that had the most elaborate sheath.
It was inscribed with the symbols of Hyrule. The winged Triforce was emblazoned near the hilt. The handle was made of the finest oak he could find, and reinforced with the highest quality steel he was capable of creating. He drew the sword. The silvery spine glistened in the low light. The edge had a near-white glow to it, giving it the impression of being made of something entirely different; which, of course, it was.
He looked at it in pride. All the magic, time and effort he'd poured into that blade had paid off. It wasn't an ordinary sword, after all. The cutting edges were made of diamond-steel, a creation made especially by him. His father was extremely jealous that Link had come up with something so clever. Of course, it had taken him nearly five years to get the material.
He sheathed the sword and went outside. The forge had been built on the edge of a forest. It was set on a hill that overlooked the forest one way, and Hyrule Castle Town on the other. The green fields looked beautiful as the just-risen sun reflected off the morning fog. The forest had a similar effect. He went to get Epona hitched up to the wagon. He placed his sword in the back. He hid it well, as it would not do for the sword to be stolen on the day of the festival.
He thought about the festival. It was only held once every ten years to celebrate the great hero's defeat of Ganondorf's forces and discovery of the third piece of the Triforce. Link was only seven when the last festival had been held. He remembered everyone having fun and making merry. The only condition was that everyone whom was capable of producing something bring a gift for the royal family. A lot of people used this to their advantage, as innovators would present the new things that they had made. The best ideas got funded and produced by the kingdom. He hoped his revolutionary new sword would get that honor.
"Excited, aren't you?" he heard a gruff voice say from behind.
Link turned and looked at his father. His father was old, and had long, gray hair and beard to match. Despite his age, he was still an incredibly strong and talented man. If it wasn't for the magic and blacksmithing skills Link had learned from his father, he would never have been able to create his sword.
"Of course I'm excited," Link replied in his masculine voce. "I've been looking forward to this festival since I was twelve."
"That's when you started working on your sword, am I right?"
Link just smiled. He couldn't believe that it really had been five years since he got the idea.
"Well," his father said, "we can't just stand around here talking. We've got things to load up. I trust you hid that sword well?"
"Of course."
With that said and done, Link helped his father load up the cart. When it was all ready to go, they headed east to the town. Today was going to be a very important day. Link could feel it in his gut.
Ghirahim looked around. He was in a field of grass. Well, field wasn't exactly the way to put it. It was more like rolling green hills. He breathed the free air for the first time since before he'd awoken so many years ago. He didn't waste any time admiring. Thousands of years of observing and planning were about to pay off in a big way. Today was going to be a very important day. He could feel it in his gut.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction created solely by me. Dark Triad, believe it or not, was RonnyBravo's idea. Read, review and let me know what you think. Oh, and for those Zelda fans who aren't aware of what the "Downfall Timeline" bit means, look up a Zelda timeline on the Zelda wiki. I'd explain it here, but that usually winds up getting too complicated. Also, because I have a bad habit of forgetting this, I do not own The Legend of Zelda. All ownership belongs to Nintendo.
