Okay people in this story, Link and Dark Link are just supposed to be BFF's. Nothing else. But you can pretend there more if you want its up to you. Also, this story really has nothing to do with Skyward Sword, it's just set in Skyloft. And lastly! Should I just make this a one chapter story? Or should I continue and turn it into a story? Pleas answer and review!:D.

I looked up at the moon. It weakly illuminated Skyloft, but left most of the graveyard engulfed in shadow. I shouldn't have been here, dwelling in the darkness. Fireflies buzzed around me, blinking on and off, like they were trying to warn me of danger. Yet, here I was, breathing shakily, and laid back on a crumbling headstone. It was worn from the many nights I had rested my weight against it, the engraved symbols now undecipherable. I clamped my calloused hands over my eyes, as if I could block out all the shadows of the night. I felt tired and broken, just like the headstone.

For a long time, I just sat there, waiting. Then I heard rustling in the grass, a signal that someone was approaching. But I didn't stir, nor did I look up. I didn't have to. I already knew what it was. An odd figure appeared in front of me. I knew it had eyes that looked like two red seas, likely to drown anything that made the mistake of diving too deep. The demonic creature was engulfed in shadow as well; much like the cemetery they were standing in.

I finally removed my palms from my face. I looked around, my shining blue eyes piercing through the dark, but I failed to locate the person, if you could call it a person, that I was looking for. They had disappeared.

"Dark. Where are you?"

I heard it again; the faint rustling of the grass, only this time, closer.

"Turn around."

I whipped my head around and looked up. There, towering over me was my evil counter-part, white hoop earrings and all. He looked exactly like he had the night before. His long, silver bangs framed his even, charcoal face.

I thought the view was beautiful. Not the kind of beauty others would use to describe a flower, or a monarch, but a whole different kind of beauty all together. Like the last red petal of a rose, gently floating its way to the ground, or the last pitiful flutter of a butterflies wings. Kind of sad, but strangely gorgeous, all at once.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah. It does."

I pushed myself off the ground and walked around the tombstone. I hugged Dark, and a searing chill radiated off of him and into me.

"So…"

I sighed. "So."

He began to tug on my blue earrings.

"Want to go for a ride?"

I looked at him curiously.

"But it's nighttime. Isn't that dangerous?"

Darks thin lips formed a devilish smirk.

"So what? You know I've never been one to shy away from danger."

"Yeah, I know."

I looked down. Dark was reckless sometimes, I worried about him. I would find out later that I should have been worried more about myself.

As Dark called his Loftwing, I began to rake my fingers through my hair. The last few days had been nothing but stressful. I had been so busy chasing after Zelda, I had forgotten about my own well-being. My fingers bore numerous cuts, and a long, pink scar ran down my left cheek. I know I should've been resting, but between sleeping and being with my best friend, there was no contest.

His bird was big and black and bulky. It had a sleek coat of feathers and read slits for eyes. It was bigger than most other Loftwings, and had a white, oversized beak. In many ways, it resembled its owner. Dark hopped onto its back.

"You coming or what?"

I smiled at his contently as I hitched myself onto the monstrous bird. I sat behind Dark and he grabbed a fist full of feathers. He laughed as we began to glide in the cool, evening air. For a moment, everything was perfect. The weather was nice and it was quiet. It was such a peaceful atmosphere, and I loved every second of it.

That was, until Girahim appeared behind me in a cloak of diamonds and pushed me off the Loftwing. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, and the whole way down, I could only think about one thing.

Dark was smirking as he watched me fall…wasn't he?