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Ghirahim's plan had been perfect, or so he thought, until the Skychild came along and ruined it. A thousand years of careful planning and waiting wasted! All gone in an instant! His whole life ruined by one seemingly insignificant boy. Everything had slipped through the Demon Lord's fingers. His master was dead, for good. Demise was no more, but Ghirahim lived on. He had failed and failure did not suit the Demon Lord. He was master-less, but not willing to admit defeat. He had a new plan to satisfy his great thirst for bloodshed and revenge. And it was fitting that the both the Skychild and the Spirit Madien would play the key roles in his attempt at avenging his master's death and his damaged pride.
Ghirahim was weak after his last battle, an unfortunate side affect of being stabbed repeatedly in the chest. He needed time to recover and regain his strength. This didn't deter him at all. He had already waited a thousand years, what difference would one more year make? Besides he wanted to give the Skychild time to relax and let his guard down before he could strike. What he didn't know was that one year would be too late.
His plan was simple. He would kidnap the Spirit Maiden again and lock her in one of the dungeons in his magically hidden mansion. He would of course need to leave some indicator of where he'd taken her, as the Skychild would never be able to figure it out by himself. Then him and the Skychild would fight, Ghirahim would win and make Link deaf from the sound of his own screams. Then something would need to be done about the Spirit Maiden, but he would decide that later. Link was the one he wanted. Obviously Ghirahim could kill the skychild at any time or place without kidnapping his adorable little friend, but it was much more fun this way. The extra effort would make the Skychild's suffering even more satisfying.
Finding the Spirit maiden was easy enough. Over the past year the Hylians had built a simple village on the surface, near where the Goddess statue had fallen from the sky. Zelda's house was the one closest to the statue and the temple that it looked over. In fact Zelda spent most days inside the temple, slowly restoring it to it's former glory to honor Impa's memory. The Goddess's power lingered strongly here and it sent a shiver up Ghirahim's spine as he crept up to Zelda's house in the middle of the night.
Only the pale full moon illuminated his path as he clicked his fingers to teleport inside the simple wooden house that Zelda now called home. The house was small and disappointing to the demon who had expected better of the Goddess's reincarnation. What was the point of being a powerful being reborn if you weren't going to show off a bit? Although she was only a weak mortal now. The only feature which caught his eye was a small shrine in the hallway with a golden harp surrounded by lit candles and fragrant flowers. He lingered by it for a moment before moving on and putting it out of his mind. He silently went up stairs into Zelda's bedroom.
She was in an uneasy sleep, tossing and turning restlessly. Her face was innocent yet pained. Without a moment's hesitation Ghirahim grabbed her in her blankets and teleported away before she had a chance to struggle, leaving a threatening note in her place. Phase one of his plan was complete.