DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Legend of Zelda or any of its characters, locations, etc.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, so I'm about to confuse the shit out of you. I'd originally called this a sequel, but that's not necessarily the right term. The events of Twilight Princess do occur after those in Ocarina of Time, but according to the timeline, it follows the child branch, meaning that it follows Majora's Mask. Fire and Ice ended with Ghirahim left alone after Ganondorf has been exiled to the Sacred Realm, meaning he exists in the adult branch of the timeline, in which Wind Waker would be the logical follow up story (may or may not continue this story into that game). In the child branch, Ganondorf is imprisoned before he can take over Hyrule because after being sent back in time by Zelda, Link still has his prior knowledge of Ganondorf's takeover. You could consider this story cannon IF you assume that Ganondorf was sealed in the Sacred Realm on charges of conspiracy, without getting the chance to carry out his plans. He met Ghirahim during his planning phase so even in the child branch, they'd still be together. And if Ghirahim wasn't sealed up with Ganondorf then he'd still be wandering around Hyrule like a little lost puppy for something like a few centuries (we'll assume Ghirahim's life span is unnaturally long, being that he is a sword spirit). So I guess I'll leave it up to you as to how you choose to interpret it.

In This Twilight

Chapter 1: Without You

The tears dry, without you.
Life goes on, but I'm gone.
Cause I die, without you.

-Without You, RENT

The passage of time was impossible to measure in the world that had become his prison. This place he'd once longed to gaze upon had become his personal Hell. There was no day or night, just a perpetual purple glow in the sky, neither dawn nor dusk. It bathed the Realm in its cool light, lending its coloration to all it touched. He didn't age and his surroundings never changed, but he knew he'd been here for a very long time. The unnatural quiet and complete isolation had slowly begun to drive him mad. He yearned for just a snippet of the sharp, clear sounds from the world he'd left behind instead of the muted and muffled quality of all sound in the Sacred Realm. He missed the warmth of the sun on his skin and the soothing coolness of the night.

He spent a great deal of time sleeping. Within his dreams, he found an escape from the world he'd come to loathe. Within his dreams, they were together again. He would awaken feeling elated, the ghosts of pale skin and white hair still dancing across his fingers, only to realize none of it was real, nothing more than the subconscious desires of a lonely man. The anger would come then, followed by the soul-crushing pain of a heart being broken once again. He had no way of knowing if his lover had escaped punishment or if he'd been hunted down and killed. It pained him to think that Ghirahim had been spared, but was left to age and die longing for the embrace of a long-lost love. Maybe the sword spirit had found happiness elsewhere. All he knew was that he himself, Ganondorf the once feared Gerudo thief, had been doomed to suffer alone.

…

Ghirahim knew how much time had passed. He'd suffered through every excruciating day, watching as the weeks turned into months and then years. With the long lifespan granted to him he saw civilizations and even entire races, including the desert thieves who'd birthed his exiled lover, fall to ruin. New towns and villages sprung up around him. Hyrule Castle and the surrounding Castle Town grew in size as more people moved to the prosperous settlement.

Ghirahim had never bothered to become a part of society. In the early years people had known who he was, the lover and co-conspirator of Ganondorf. He'd evaded capture and there had been a price on his head, making reentering society impossible. As the years had passed, he slowly faded out of the public eye, becoming a villain of legend. After Ganondorf's capture, Ghirahim had shed his flamboyant dress, replacing it with less eye catching clothing. He'd allowed his pale hair to grow out, the white tresses now tumbling over his shoulders. He became a wanderer, never staying in one place for more than a few days, usually living in the wilderness, and only speaking to others when necessary. It was a lonely existence.

The pain of losing Ganondorf had been unbearable at first. It's not that it ever subsided, but he'd learned to live with it. The constant ache had become part of his very being and he now existed as a broken man, a shade of his former self. He'd listened for news of Ganondorf, hoping to catch some news of his fate, but over the years he too had become a dark figure in the history of Hyrule. It seemed unlikely, impossible, that Ganondorf would ever escape the confines of the Sacred Realm, but Ghirahim held on to the hope that one day his love would return to him.

…

The monotony of imprisonment was suddenly broken one day, when six beings entered the Sacred Realm. They were ethereal beings, floating just off the ground. They all looked identical, mask like faces floating before a bald faceless head, except that each bore a different symbol on the front of its robes. Ganondorf realized that these creatures were the Ancient Sages. The Light Sage, who led the group, approached him.

"Ganondorf Dragmire," it said. "For your crimes, you have been sentenced to die."

Ganondorf stood, holding his head high. He would not be dragged kicking and screaming to his death, but would rise to meet it willingly. Besides, all the years trapped in this place had drained him of his will to fight. What did he have to live for anyway? He allowed himself to be chained and in a flash of light, he was transported away from his prison. At least he'd get to see the sun one final time. He hissed in pain as its light reached his eyes; they'd grown unaccustomed to anything brighter than the dull glow of the Sacred Realm. He smelled dry air and sunbaked stone, realizing that they'd brought him back to the desert to die. He slowly opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light. He surveyed his surroundings as he was chained to a large slab of obsidian. They were atop a large tower, most likely the Spirit Temple, or at least whatever had replaced it. It no longer resembled the great Desert Colossus. A mirror of some sort stood upon a platform directly across from him. The Sages had assembled before him, a glowing sword floating before the Sage of Water. Ganondorf thought of Ghirahim. Perhaps now the two of them could be reunited, assuming that Ghirahim had died long ago. He raised his head to look directly at his executioners, determined to die with dignity and not hang his head in defeat. The sword unsheathed itself, spinning around a few times before driving itself into Ganondorf's chest. He exhaled sharply and painfully as he felt the blade enter his body, he tasted blood and his vision began to cloud. He lowered his head and waited for the encroaching darkness to take him…but something wouldn't let him die.

The Triforce of Power glowed on the back of his hand. He felt life flow through his body. He clenched his fists and threw back his head, letting loose a triumphant cry. With his renewed strength he fought against his bonds, breaking the heavy chains with ease. With the sword still impaled through his torso, he lunged forward. His fist connected with the Sage of Water, reducing it to dust. He glared at the remaining Sages, daring them to approach. He pulled the sword from his chest, leaving a glowing spot in its place. He laughed loudly at the cowering Sages. He was free at last. He was prepared to flee this place, killing the remaining Sages if he had to, and find out what had become of Ghirahim. He would finish the work they'd started so many years ago.

The Sages suddenly looked toward the mirror, each of them raising a hand toward it. It began to glow, a series of symbols bursting forth and projecting themselves onto the stone Ganondorf had been chained to moments before. Ganondorf felt the pull from the portal that had been opened and desperately tried to fight against it. He had no idea what lay on the other side and would not risk going back to isolation in the Sacred Realm. He cried out in frustration as the force took hold of him and he tumbled backwards into oblivion.

ENDNOTE: So Ganondorf is banished to the Twilight Realm and Ghirahim has been traveling Hyrule for centuries, hoping to somehow be reunited with him. It's so sad! Will they be reunited? And what role will Zant play in their lives? He's going to be coming into play in the next chapter.