I don't own the Legend of Zelda
Link made his way through skyview temple, much faster than usual. He ducked, dodged and swerved around various monsters. He had no time for them. He became reckless in his haste, narrowly avoiding the gaping jaws of an overhead deku baba but he didn't care. His goal was the only thing on his mind. As the large golden double doors loomed ahead, he quickened his pace. Almost there... His hand rested against the cool metal as he fit the key in with a satisfying click. He was in. Ignoring the blue flash of warning from his sword, he pushed the heavenly golden doors open. Link could see him, standing in the middle of the room, his back to him, the way it was every night. Ghirahim's red cape stood out against the white of his clothes; the paleness of his skin. Link ran through the threshold, turning his head as the door slammed shut behind him. The room was empty, sealed off from the rest of the world with just the two of them. Even the familiar weight of Fi's sword had vanished. Link wasn't concerned about her sudden disappearance, the only thing that concerned him was Ghirahim. Sensing Link's presence Ghirahim turned, his cape swishing out behind him. He held out a gloved hand towards the young swordsman. "Skychild, what took you so long?" He asked calmly.
As Link reached out to grasp his hand the demon vanished. Then his breath tickled Link's ear. "Never forget, we are bound by the thread of fate, skychild." He stuck his long tongue out, making Link flinch before disappearing again. This time instead of reappearing a third time his voice echoed around the room. "I can't stay long, skychild. I'm a very busy boy."
Suddenly, the room melted away. Link was no longer in skyview, he was standing at the top of the sealed grounds, outside the sealed temple. He looked down and recoiled in horror. At the centre, lying on the floor, Ghirahim was drenched in hot, crimson blood. Link ran all the way down the spiralling slope, blinded by everything except that Ghirahim was in pain and needed him. He reached the bottom, jumping the last bit in his desperation to get there before it was too late. He cradled Ghirahim's broken body. Ghirahim's hand covered the hole in his chest in a poor attempt to stop the rapid bleeding. His very life essence dripped through his fingers adding to the pool around him. His once pure white clothes were stained red. He looked so vulnerable to Link, which didn't suit him at all. "Why? Why did you kill me, skychild?" He asked, with pain and betrayal in his eyes. "I'm so sorry Ghirahim. I didn't mean..." Link trailed off in a violent fit of sobbing as Ghirahim reached out a blood soaked hand and clasps Link's. The light in his eyes goes out like a candle. He was gone. Forever.
Gasping, Link sat up in bed, hot tears falling down his face. "Just another dream." He muttered to himself as he rolled over and attempted in vain to forget the horribly familiar dream and go back to sleep.