The sun slowly vanishes beyond the great waters horizon bringing light and warmth into distant lands. A crescent of light takes its place, radiating its own beauty while breathing the same energy as the sun. As darkness approaches, souls of all sorts settle into the land of dreams all depending on fate to play out a new day. However, one soul has been cast to a sleep where the land of dreams has been sealed away. So has their soul purpose for existing. The man who has molded the soul into his sword, now rests in another world, leaving the sword masterless, Forgotten, Unwanted, Alone...

Link's pov-

Yet another day passes, meaningless and dull. Colorless like all the other days. I pity the sun, carrying the burden of warming our tiny island without knowing why. I guess me and the sun are alike in some ways. We both have a great purpose we must fulfill without knowing the point of it. Zelda's sailcloth lies in my closet, untouched and attracting dust. Perhaps i'll visit the surface again and make the fading sailcloth of salients again. Perhaps i'll discover a new purpose i'm meant to fulfill.

Ghirahim's pov-

How long has it been since I lost my master? How long has it been since i've felt wanted? How long has it been since i've had a purpose? As time goes on they cloud my head more and more, taunting me for my misfortunes. That skychild...he killed my master. He did this to me. He took away my purpose. As time goes on I realize he's like me. Exactly like me. He was simply walking the path that was carved for him. I was born a sword. Born to live in a world without colors. Born to feel the emotions I was to feel. Born to mount on this pedestal once my master had fallen. I was created for the soul purpose of feeling hate for one person. And i'm not so sure I hate him anymore. Forgive me master.

Link's pov-

The second I touched Zelda's sailcloth, I could feel the presence of purity surging through my body. I carefully brushed the dust off the salient cloth and tucked it into one of the many pockets of my pouch. I slipped on my tunic and strapped the leather pouch around my waist. ready. I jumped off the deck into the clouds feeling the wind revolve around me. With the call of my whistle, my loyal loft wing picked me up, sending feathers of crimson up in the sky. I directed the bird towards a gap in the clouds, my golden locks flowing in the wind. I loosened my grip, falling into the clouds. The now purified land beneath me glistened with green, becoming more vibrant, the closer I fell. Finally, I let out zelda's sailcloth, slowly landing on the surface. At last, I have made it.

Ghirahim's pov-

The dark void that once shrouded my mind has passed, leaving room for dreams. Not the dreams of a hero, but a demon. I can feel it now, the feeling of piercing through another, causing splashes of crimson to fill my senses. A hero wouldn't understand it, the feeling of being able to be a part of a person's most important time in their life, death. My fingers are tingling just thinking about it. The only problem is, I am sealed away in this pedestal. Leaving my dreams forever to be in vain.

Links pov-

The moment I landed on the surface, I knew I was on the right path. The ancient trees, the chilly winter air, I could feel all of it with each breath I took into my body. I could also feel something I wasn't quite expecting. The presence of another soul, here on the surface. I started to follow it without meaning to, as if fate was walking me by an invisible leash, leading me to my next adventure. As I made my way past many trees, my blind walking was stopped by an ancient door covered in moss. I ran my fingers over the old Hylian language carved on the giant slab of stone, knowing I was at the right place. With all my strength, I pushed it open, letting a gush of wind stir my golden locks. Behind the door was a barley visible path surrounded by tall trees shielding me from the sun's harsh rays. The trees seemed to be whispering to one another, speaking words of wisdom, the element they had obtained in their lengthy life times as well as something I was to obtain quickly and unnaturally from a piece of the Triforce. The land started to become more bare and uneven as I walked on. Trees and shrubs started disappearing along with the boundaries of my comfort zone. Just when I was about to turn back, I came across something I wan't expecting. I stopped, frozen in shock at what lay before me. It was none other then, mounted on a pedestal, Demise's sword, Ghirahim.

The thread of fate can truly never be broken...

Greeting Hylians! This is my first fanfic so sorry if it's a bit sucky. :/ please Give me your feedback as I would love to know your thoughts on this. Also don't be afraid to tell me if I've made any errors as I'm a growing writer and would love to know. For now please hang tight until chapter 2. :)

- Azura