A young Sheikah boy stormed out of his house and stomped into the dark forest. He was mumbling under his breath about how unfair his parents were. He planned to make them regret that they made him mad. The young boy kicked a rock and jumped when the rock bounced off a tree trunk and came back to him.

He looked up from his feet. He spun quickly around when he noticed that he was in the middle of a dense forest. It was dark and the light of the moon made eerie shadows on the bare tree trunks. A soft rustling sound made the young boy stiffen. He looked frantically around.

"There's no need to be so frightened," a calm, soft voice said. The boy turned to the sound. A young woman stepped from the shadows. She wore a blood red dress that brushed against the fallen leaves.

The boy backed up. He knew who she was. She was the Bloody Knight; a common story that parents told their children to scare them into obeying. The boy covered his eyes knowing that in all the stories it was the Knight's voice that coaxed children to their doom. The woman frowned her red eyes softening. She placed a single hand over the child's. "I will not harm you," the child heard through his hands. "I'll even lead you to your parents." This convinced the child to remove his hands. The woman held out her hand and the child took it.

"And he was never heard from again," the Sheikah finished. The children that were listening intently shivered in fear.

"So what happened to the kid?" one Hylian asked.

"Don't you know anything?" an older child scoffed, "The Bloody Knight eats the souls of her victims after she drains them of their blood." The first child shuddered again.

The single observer decided to speak up, "Now, now, children. The Bloody Knight was killed two years ago by Link."

All the children turned to the speaker, "Yes, Mr. Farrow."

The older Hylian chuckled, "Now you better hurry home before it gets dark." The children nodded quickly and left the blacksmith's shop.

"You are such a spoil-sport," the Sheikah woman said folding her arms.

"It is the truth, is it not? The Bloody Knight hasn't been seen in years. Besides her wounds were severe when she escaped," the blacksmith answered pulling out the sword he was working on earlier.

The Sheikah shrugged her shoulders, "That demon is probably hiding her somewhere. I don't think she is dead."

"Lianna, I think I'm tired," the blacksmith said putting down the finished sword. The Sheikah took this as the end of discussion and left the blacksmith with a curt good-bye. The blacksmith sat beside his forge putting his head in his hands. It had only been two years since Skyloft fell.

Many things had changed. The once primitive Sheikah village was transformed into a copy of Skyloft. Large stone walls separated them from the rest of the Surface. The citizens of the sky that didn't live on the Knight Academy had moved to the surface and now the city was bustling with people. That's why the blacksmith chose to live on the outskirts. That and many people looked at him strangely. He could hear them whispering behind his back. He was the father of the Bloody Knight the only other creature more feared than the white demon.

At first this didn't bother him, but as the stories got more and more exaggerated, many people forgot that they were speaking of another Hylian. He shook his head that the thought. He wasn't sure what to believe about his daughter, but he knew that she wasn't this monster that they told stories about. She had died six years ago. Even though everyone said she returned to Skyloft two years ago, the blacksmith didn't believe that she was truly back.

The blacksmith sighed and polished his latest creation. The sword was a hand-and-a-half with a red hilt. Ancient Hylian runes were written along the blade. If the blacksmith remembered correctly, his daughter said that the runes were a prayer of protection. The blacksmith hoped that it pleased his client. He swung it around testing the balance which was perfect. The blade was light. The blacksmith was confident that the blade was meant for a king which was good because that was the sword's purpose. It was a gift from the people of the city to the hero and future king of the surface. The young man at first didn't want the responsibility, but he was later convinced.

A scream broke through the blacksmith's concentration. "She's here. She's here," the voice called before a door slammed.

The blacksmith sighed and continued his work. When were those children going to learn that the Bloody Knight didn't exist. The only thing to fear were the demons and even then they were so disorganized that they didn't pose a threat.

The door to the shop swung open ringing the little bell that hung on the doorframe. The blacksmith looked up to see the strangest being he had ever seen. She was a little shorter than a normal Hylian, but she also looked young. Her yellow caught sight of him. She walked confidently to the counter her black skirt billowing. She leaned her gray and black arms on the counter before flipping her orange ponytail behind her shoulder.

The blacksmith didn't know what to do. He had never seen a demon before. "Are you so shocked by my beauty that it leaves you speechless?" she asked with an annoyed voice. The blacksmith shook his head. "I heard from a good friend of mine that you are very good at making swords." The blacksmith nodded swiftly. "May I see them?" she asked. Before the blacksmith could respond, the young woman snatched the blade in his hand. She looked over it with a critical eye. "

"Are you the Bloody Knight?" the blacksmith asked nervously.

The creature looked up from the sword in her hands. "I don't know what you call me. However, this blade seems satisfactory, so I'll be taking it." The blacksmith was going to protest, but the woman had already left leaving only the sound of the small bell as a sign of her presence.