Yay! I decided to continue with this story!~

Disclaimer: If I owned The Legend of Zelda series, I wouldn't be writing this fanfiction, now would I?


The deep green of the boy's tunic was stained crimson, colors mingling to form new, even darker tones. Dirty-blonde hair was plastered to his forehead, sweat and dried blood stubbornly keeping it in place. His chest rose and fell with each pant, exhaustion evident on every inch of his tired features. Yet, despite being tired, he was determined to win this battle. He's come this far and won't be going down without a fight.

The teen glared at the pale, silver-haired demon advancing toward him and tightened the grip he had on his sword. He winced slightly as a sharp pain came from his hand, an unfriendly reminder of a previous laceration.

"Oh? I see you refuse to give up Sky Child. I'll make sure your death is," the man paused for effect and, after a great amount of time, proceeded with a grin, "excruciatingly painful." With this, the tall male, Ghirahim, snapped and grasped at the sword that appeared amongst his diamonds, his previous weapons of choice, coal-black daggers, disappearing. He would enjoy this. He just knew he would.

Ghirahim licked his lips in anticipation of the boy's blood being spilt even further and lunged, black rapier pointed straight for the younger male's heart. He was almost there. He could already imagine how easy it will be to get the Spirit Maiden with the kid gone. Everything is going as planned.

CHNK!

Ghirahim glanced down with a smirk, ready to admire his handy work, but there was nothing, save for the weathered stone of the temple room floor, below his boots. His triumphant grin was quickly replaced with a frown.

Still in the position he fell into after attacking, Ghirahim angrily searched around the room for Link, not seeing any sign of the human except for the still-wet blood on the ground. He had escaped. The Hero, his prey, had gotten away!

With a disappointed sigh and an unhappy huff, the demon fell back on his heels, pulling his onyx sword out of the ground at the same time. Yet, as he gradually began to stand up, the situation became more and more real, and he finally realized what exactly allowing the boy to escape meant: the Hero had gotten away and it was all his fault.

"Well, this just won't do, now will it?" He muttered unhappily, bringing his rapier close to his face and, with a snap of his fingers, he vanished from the room.