I don't own the Legend of Zelda

It was strange, the colour blue. Most associated it with feeling sad and depressed but for Ghirahim it was a bright, happy colour that made him feel content. Silently, he watched the woman in blue, her body a more radiant blue than the clearest sky and more mysterious and exciting than the deepest ocean. Her blue and purple sleeves were like delicate butterfly wings as she danced around the skychild, explaining their next objective. Ghirahim should have been listening for clues about the spirit maiden's where abouts but he was too distracted by the woman's elegant dancing. If only he could talk to her, but that was impossible as she seemed to stick to the skychild like glue. The closest he had come to her was when he plucked her, like a ripe piece of fruit, from the unsuspecting skychild's hand. He had carefully held her blade in his hands, admiring her, before reluctantly returning her to her master. It was only because of her that he let the skychild live. He couldn't bring himself to leave her masterless. She intrigued him, she seemed so different to him in every way. She was so graceful, gentle, vulnerable. Ghirahim had a burning desire to protect her, even though he hardly knew her, in fact he didn't even know her name.

He saw her again, below the viewing platform on which he stood in Faron woods. She was singing this time while the skychild played the harp like an amateur(at least in Ghirahim's opinion). Her voice was unique, he had never heard anything like it before and her beauty far outstripped the blessed butterflies that hovered around her feet. With each sweet note that escaped her lips a petal unfurled from the bright circle of light, where the skychild and the women in blue stood, creating a flower of light at their feet. When her song had finished the skychild thrust his sword into the centre of this flower and seemed to collapse, the golden light of his soul left him and also entered the flower. Ghirahim leaned over the rail of the platform for a closer look. The blue woman seemed unconcerned and remained as expressionless as ever. Unable to bear it any longer, he snapped his fingers and appeared at her side. If shocked at his sudden appearance she didn't show it.

"You have been watching from that platform." She stated matter of factly. "Why have you shown yourself now?"

Ghirahim dodged this question with one of his own, as he avoided her eyes and prodded Link with his foot. "Why didn't you make him aware of my presence?"

"I felt it unnecessary to bother my master with information irrelevant to his current task." She replied cooly.

Ghirahim clicked his fingers a second time and appeared just behind her. "Or perhaps, little butterfly, you have a soft spot for me, hmm? Of course I can't blame you." He whispered in her ear and waggled his long tongue at her.

He was extremely disappointed with her lack of reaction. What was the point of trying to intimidate someone if they didn't seem to care? Another sharp click and he was two inches from her face. He lifted her chin, so that she looked him in the eye. He was so tempted to kiss her, but he knew that he must keep his composure.

"Let's strike a deal, ok little butterfly? Today I won't harm your little master and in exchange you forget that this conversation ever happened, ok?"

To his slight surprise she nodded. "I shall withhold this incident from master Link's knowledge."

He turned to leave. "Good. Oh and butterfly, just out of interest, what is your name? It seems unfair for you to know mine, yet I don't have the pleasure of knowing yours."

"It's Fi." She responded in an ever so slightly lighter tone than usual, that many wouldn't notice.

"Fi." He repeated. The name had a nice ring to it and to him was as perfect as it's owner.

With a triumphant smile he vanished for the last time in a cloud of diamonds, leaving Fi to stare after him.