Hi all, I'm Storm, and this is my rewritten version of Ghirahim's Remlit. The previous version has been deleted to make way for the new, polished version. Hopefully, given I have a story plan this time, I'll update more frequently. Feel free to PM me to ask questions, or just leave a review.

Disclaimer: The Legend of Zelda in no way belongs to me. This is purely a work of fictional appreciation of the franchise, and I am in no way profiting from this story.

Rating: M

Chapter One: Mia's Might

Link did not often go for midnight strolls, but when he did, he made sure to leave the incessant babble and obnoxious know-it-all attitude of Fi locked safely in his room at the Knight Academy. He would have been a fool to step outside the Academy unarmed, however, and thus had the training sword he had never returned to Knight Master Eagus strapped to his back. It was accompanied by his sturdy wooden shield, strapped securely to his arm, the set more than a match for anything that Skyloft's darkened state could possibly throw at him.

Or so he thought.

He was rounding the bazaar, trailing his fingers along the blue paintwork of the building as he headed for the lake, when he first felt eyes upon him. His hand flew to his sword, blue eyed gaze taking in every vantage point and hiding place around him in an instant. Nothing stirred bar a large blue Chu-Chu jelly which had wobbled its way out of the ground in response to his sudden movement. The blond sighed, drawing his sword and dispatching the basically harmless monster. He then proceeded to vault over the low wall he now stood near, landing neatly by the crate used to ascend the cliff-like face of rock behind him.

Hopping down into the smaller of Skyloft's two pumpkin patches, Link whirled around as the feeling of eyes upon his back scuttled down his spine once more. He remained on high alert for a short period of time, allowing himself to relax as he perceived no threat in the immediate vicinity. He was probably just being paranoid anyway – it was not like there was anything on Skyloft that was actually capable of seriously injuring him. Besides Groose. And he knew for certain that the pompa-dork was most definitely snoring in his room and dreaming of doing inappropriate things with Zelda.

A shudder rolled through Link at the thought, the blond haired hero sheathing his sword again. Brown leather boots bore him quickly to the water's edge, blue eyes watching as a large group of fireflies danced just above the rippling surface of the lake. Silence surrounded Link, bar the rushing tumble of Skyloft's multiple waterfalls, lulling the energy which was coursing through Link's veins and keeping him awake. Should Fi have not been somersaulting out of the Goddess Sword every two seconds, simply to inform him that something somewhere had breathed, he would not have needed to go for a walk in the first place. But, alas, the sword spirit seemed determined to have adrenaline pumping through Link's system at all times – as far as he could tell, she believed he should continue on his quest, day and night. Who needed sleep anyway, right?

Link scoffed at the thought, grasping a pebble in one hand and standing to skip it toward the edge of Skyloft. It was as that pebble sank to the bottom of the lake that white gloved hands found Link's shoulders, a deep voice murmuring in his ear.

"I bet I could skip you if I tried hard enough, Sky Child."

The blond hero was around on his heel and battle ready in an instant, shifting his shield to protect his front as Ghirahim smirked at him, head cocked to one side. The Demon Lord was as resplendent and ridiculously over-dressed as always, cloak still swaying from the backward jump which had distanced him from the swing of Link's blade.

"Come along now, Sky Child, I've come all this way to see you and this is how you greet me? Rude," Ghirahim chastised the blond, wagging a gloved finger at him disapprovingly. "Has your precious 'Knight Academy' not taught you to be chivalrous in all you do?"

Link remained silent, glaring at the Demon Lord. His mind was whirring, trying to piece together a reason for the pale man to be there, unable to determine a legitimate purpose for his presence. But there had to be something, something he was not seeing. Ghirahim never did anything without a purpose, that much he knew. So then why, why, was the white haired man on Skyloft?

"You know, you could at least talk to me," Ghirahim complained, rolling his eyes as Link did nothing more than adjust his grip on his sword. "Come on, back and forth banter between enemies, trash talk, whatever. Go for it. I'm feeling talkative tonight."

An intense want to tell the Demon Lord to fuck off gripped Link as Ghirahim spoke, the blond screaming internally at his inability to do so. Had he not been Hylia's Chosen Hero, he would have done so in an instant. It would have gotten him killed, admittedly, but at least he would have been able to say it. For you see, though being Hylia's Chosen Hero meant he looked super good in green and could wield the Goddess Sword and traverse the land below the clouds, it also meant that he was basically mute. For all intents and purposes, Link was unable to talk to anyone – the only things he could say were those relating directly to his quest. Telling Ghirahim to fuck off, apparently, did not relate to his quest in the slightest, even though Link really felt that it should have.

"Fine then, be the silent type, see if I care. I hope your sword arm falls asleep," Ghirahim snapped petulantly, throwing his fringe about in that annoying way he had. Silence fell between them quickly, Link adjusting his sword once more and waiting for the Demon Lord's inevitable strike. But the strike never happened.

Instead, Mia did.

The hell-bent Remlit was airborne as she progressed toward Ghirahim, yellow eyes glinting, claws flexing. The Demon Lord appeared to not notice her, doing nothing more than narrowing his eyes at Link as the hero snorted under his breath at the absurdity of what was going to happen if Ghirahim failed to notice Mia until it was too late. Which seemed, for all the world, like exactly what was going to happen.

"Sky Child, I demand to know what's so– Yeeeeeearrrgh!" the shriek which escaped Ghirahim could not have been any further from manly, the white haired man batting at his hair in a mad fit of pain and confusion. Mia gave an enraged yowl as one gloved hand hit her in the face, then Ghirahim had torn her, claws and all, from his scalp, flinging her at Link. The hero simply raised his shield, allowing the maddened furball to dig her bloodstained claws into the wood and cling there as an added, utterly feral line of defence.

But she did not remain there for long – it only took seconds for her to regain her bearings and begin clawing her way up the shield with fierce determination. Link began shaking the shield hastily, not a fan of even the concept of getting clawed to death by an insane Remlit, but Mia was on a mission. A mission which would no doubt end with Link's face shredded into a thousand tiny pieces and Ghirahim most likely laughing like a maniac. No way was he letting that happen.

But Ghirahim did not even look as if he intended to laugh when Link failed to save himself from Mia the Face Shredder. He looked, more than anything, contemplative. As if something had occurred to him, and he could not quite place it, no matter how hard he tried. But then, as Mia reached the top of Link's shield and perched there in a bristling, hissing mound of rage, Ghirahim spoke.

"He who wields the Goddess Sword, born to fight the Demon Lord," Ghirahim murmured, brow furrowed in thought. "Stand upon the sky bound land, and victory will be at hand," Ghirahim was now staring at one of his hands as he spoke, Link only partially hearing what the Demon Lord was saying, Besides, he was far too busy grappling with a furball of fury to care anyway. "Diamond's with the Hero hit, his darkness held by a Remlit!" Ghirahim shouted the last words with a grin splitting his face, bringing his fingers together in a vicious click.

Link's eyes widened with shock as he was jolted backward into a sea of diamonds, his mind beginning to flee from the confusion of events and surroundings he found himself presented with. And so, he floated, barely conscious, in a sparkling ocean, a Remlit chewing on his face, Ghirahim's dark laughter ringing in his ears.

Yo, me again. That's that. Cliffhanger, I know. But the next chapter might be done sooner, rather than later, for once. You have the lovely Moonlight Raven Grave to thank for me getting back into my fanfiction writing at all - she's the one who unclogged my rusty brain cogs and got the story moving.

I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for reading!

~Storm