Author's Notes: Hello Zelda fans. This is my first fic, so everything tis new for me (which is worrying me to death). I was demanded to publish ASAP, so here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda.


The area was vacant as usual; no one wanted to come here anyway because of the place's history. The Sealed Grounds. The place where his master was locked away so many years ago by that wretched Goddess, Hylia. Ghirahim clenched his fists. The event was still fresh in his mind. Even though she was the divine Golden Goddess, how was she able to defeat his master? It was unthinkable. But no matter, she would be the key factor in reviving the Demon King. At this thought, he smiled. Yes, his master would return to his former glory with the soul of the one who so desperately tried to defeat him. For Hylia to have made the mistake and lower herself to a mortal being, it was too perfect.

Ghirahim looked skyward and called out to the young goddess, "Come to me, maiden." He knew she could hear him; his telepathy always reached her when he himself could not. He could practically see her looking around for the unknown voice. He chuckled.

The girl by now should be more curious than ever about what lies beneath the clouds. She merely needed the guidance, and perhaps a slight push in the right direction.

Ghirahim then looked down into the corkscrew pit and snapped his fingers to teleport next to the sealing spike. It was surprising how the markings of Din, Nayru, and Farore could hold the spike in its place, but they grow weak with time. Those engravings won't have the power to bear their titles after I'm through.

There was a faint glow emanating from the spike's rune carvings, followed by black aura. Ghirahim, acknowledging his master's presence, bowed his head. The Demon King seems to know that time draws near.

"My plan to retrieve the spirit maiden is about to unfold, she will soon be in our grasp. Your return is at hand, master. I will not fail you." With one last bow to the spike, Ghirahim turned to make his way back to Faron Woods in a cloud of diamonds.


The woods had a certain calm essence to it. A light breeze, birds singing, the smell of the forest. It was the perfect calm before the storm, knowing what would be about to take place. The Demon Lord took his place on the viewing platform. He was filled with energy that his long-waited plan was about to be set into motion. He could now sense the girl soaring just above the clouds, all it would take would be a simple push. He laughed. Now is the time.

Ghirahim raised his arms up to the sky and uttered a spell in a long-forgotten language. A dark aura began to travel around him. The light breeze grew more violent and the clouds darkened. With a final word, the evil energy formed a massive tornado and was sent towards the spirit maiden's perfect world above the clouds.


A/N: Whoo! Several have waited only to find this short chapter, sorry. The rest should be longer and coated in chocolate. ...well maybe not the chocolate. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed my attempt to win over some readers, and reviewers. (hint, hint) I have high hopes for this story, and I really want to do my best.

I'd also like to mention "You Fill My Heart With Rainbows!" by NatalyaKay. Go check it out AFTER a review. ;D