A/N: Hello everyone, I am posting up several stories at once. Whichever receive the most feedback, would be the story I'll focus on. I hope you enjoy this introduction.

Ghirahim knew darkness; he hadn't seen the sun for at least a couple of years. When Demise had kidnapped him, the demon king kept him locked in a dingy dungeon. Even with the little teleportation magic the young demon learned before his captivity, Ghirahim could only teleport to the darkness of Demise's manor. When Demise sealed Ghirahim's soul into the king's blade, Ghirahim spend all his time in the dark prison of the sword or the curtained halls of Demise's manor.

The fact that he hadn't been in the sunlight didn't bother him. He learned that after spending all his time in the dark he forgot to miss the light or even what the light was like.

Ghirahim was walking through the dark halls of the manor. He was deep in thought thinking of what task his master had in store for him. He wondered if his master would take him to another battle. The young sword spirit reached his master's study. He knocked softly on the door afraid of what his master's reaction would be. "Master," he called softly not hearing a response to his knocking.

"Come in, boy" Demise called out roughly. Ghirahim obeyed and stepped in cautiously. He looked around the room and noticed with horror that Demise had his council in. The king motioned for Ghirahim to approach him. The young demon followed unsure. He stood beside his master trying not to squirm. "Did you have anything important to say?" Demise asked in a harsh whisper.

"I believed that you have need of me," Ghirahim answered keeping his gaze at the floor.

"I didn't call for you. Go to your room and I will give you your reward for interrupting my meeting," Demise snarled.

Ghirahim gave the king a bow and slunk to the hall. Now he did it. Demise is going to beat him black and blue. He shook nervously as he padded down the dark hallways. He bumped into a solid mass falling back. He looked up at a cat-like demon. If he remembered correctly, the cat's name was Mickyll or something similar.

"hmph, why don't you watch were you're going," Mickyll said looking down his nose at Ghirahim. The fallen demon just looked down. Mickyll was one of the council member's son and Ghirahim was nothing but Demise's sword; the cat demon had a higher rank than him.

"I'm sorry. I should have looked where I was going," Ghirahim said shifting to a kneeling position. A heavy foot was placed on his head and forced it to the ground.

"That's right. You're nothing more than a glorified knife. You have no rights," Mickyll said putting more weight on Ghirahim's head. "Beg for me to leave you alone, Debbie."

Ghirahim could feel his anger bubbling at the surface. He focused all his magic thinking about getting away from this bully. All at once he released the magic. There was a bright flash.

Ghirahim shrugged as he felt a warmth on his back. It was a feeling he had long forgotten. He opened his eyes and had to immediately shut them at the burning light. Ghirahim tried again slowly allowing his eyes to adjust to the light.

The young demon pushed himself to his feet and looked around him. He never been outside the manor (or at least in a state where he could see the manor) in years and the area around the manor was unknown to him. Ghirahim looked around and wished he had a clue on what the manor looked like or even the grounds the manor was on because now he was at the bottom a large gorge trying to find clues on where to go next.

After spinning a couple of times, Ghirahim chose to go in the direction the wind was blowing. There wasn't any reason behind this decision, but he knew that he had to move. Ghirahim walked for about ten minutes before he could see large white walls.

Ghirahim ran to the walls and hoped that this was Demise's manor. Before reaching within sight of the towers, he begun to second guess himself. What if this castle belong to Hylia? The demi-goddess and her Hylian followers would kill him as soon as he entered the walls. Ghirahim thought about this for a moment before deciding to climb over one of the walls that was out of sight of the watch towers.

Ghirahim let himself dropped to the ground inside the walls. He knelt there for a moment in amazement. Outside the walls, the land was pretty bare and dry with a few trees and shrubs, but within the walls all Ghirahim could see is green. He walked through silently. He looked up through the flowering branches of the trees and the flowering beds that lined the cobblestone paths that trailed through the garden. Somewhere Ghirahim could hear the bubbling of water and he followed the sound. The sound came from a small fountain. Ghirahim sat beside it watching the water until he noticed the shape of the fountain. It was a figurate of Hylia.

Ghirahim took a nervous step back. He had to get out of here. He turned around and ran. He collided with a solid mass. Unlike the time in the manor, Ghirahim didn't back down; fear made him vocal. "Watch where you are going?" He shouted as he picked himself up.

A soft voice laughed, "I would if I could."

Ghirahim frowned wanting to reprimand the newcomer. He looked down at the person he bumped into. It was a young Hylian girl around his age. Ghirahim couldn't see any other details because of her outfit. It was a loose purple gown and a cowl that covered the top of her head and her eyes. She smiled and pulled up the cowl to reveal her eyes. "See?" the girl said pointing to her mutilated eyes.

Ghirahim looked at his feet feeling slightly guilty as the girl pushed herself up. The demon was confused and unsure what to do. She was just standing in front of him almost waiting for a response. "I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Ghirahim," he said haltingly. He waited for her to reply.

"It is nice to meet you," she said, "I would give you my name but no one uses it. The person who it belonged to is gone. You can call me Seer if anything."

Ghirahim backed slowly; he didn't understand why the girl didn't scream or run away after all Hylia and the other rulers have spread horror stories of his people. "Why aren't you calling for the guards?" Ghirahim asked.

The girl stopped smiling for a moment as if thinking about the question. Ghirahim immediately regretted the decision to ask her. He expected her to run or call for the guards instead she laughed. "Because I don't fear you. Our people were allies once taming this land. My parents told me stories of their close friends who were what you call lizstalfos."

"That's good news for me I suppose," Ghirahim said cautiously. He realized that he still didn't know where he was or how to get back to Demise's manor.

"But that isn't the question you need answered, isn't it," Seer stated more than asked. "You are wondering how to get to your master's manor. " Ghirahim looked at her shocked. "I can tell you where to go, but I have a condition."

"What is this condition?" Ghirahim asked.

"I'm very lonely. There aren't any children my age, so I want you to come visit me every now and then, so I can have someone to talk to."

The young demon was glad that the girl was blind and couldn't see the confused look on his face. "Sure," Ghirahim answered not intending to return here again, but more nervous about his master's reaction, "Just tell me where to go."

The girl nodded, "When you came here, you walked through a gorge. You went the wrong direction. You go in the opposite direction and then follow the river. You can't miss it. It's large and black and frightening."

Ghirahim should have asked how a blind Hylian knew how his master's manor looked, but that didn't concern him at the moment. The young demon turned tail and ran to the wall. He climbed up the wall and then jumped down.

…..

The young sword spirit walked up to his master cautiously. "You were not in your room like I told you to be," Demise started in a flat tone.

"I'm sorry Master. I was trying to teleport to my room and then I ended up at Hylia's castle," Ghirahim poured out as emotionless as possible.

"How did you get back?" Demise asked curious.

"This girl gave me the directions. I…"

"What was this girl's name?" Demise asked.

"She just told me to call her Seer," Ghirahim answered.

Demise bellowed out a loud laugh, "This is perfect. Hylia's loyal little watchdog isn't as loyal as she thinks. Ghirahim, I command you to befriend her."

"May I have your reasoning?" Ghirahim asked confused.

"I forgot that you are so dense. If you befriend the girl she will most likely not reveal our plans. She is a Hylian with the gift of fore-sight. That is how all our attacks are known."

Ghirahim nodded his understanding. If he and this seer-girl were friends she wouldn't want to harm him. She will not give Hylia any warning of ambushes and other secret attacks. The one advantage that Hylia had will be lost and Demise could win.

LOZ-LOZ-LOZ-LOZ

The young Hylian girl smiled and lifted her face to the sun. "Seer, what are you doing out here?" the voice of Impa called. The blind girl turned her head to the sound, hoping that she was looking in the Sheikah's general area.

"I was catching Blessed Butterflies," Seer responded with a smile. "I let them go. But I think they'll return." The girl stood and allowed the Sheikah to lead her out of the garden.