A/N: Caution, this story contains spoilers for any and all games involved! By the way, this is a story from my twisted mind, where I placed Ghirahim (from Skyward Sword) and placed him in the Ocarina of Time game!
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I am totally obsessed with Ghirahim, it's not even funny. I love everything about him, and it makes me want to scream that he's not real and here by my side... :( Anyway... I have taken two (out of the three) of my favorite Zelda games, and merged them into one fabulous fanfic!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Legend of Zelda
Never had he ever experienced such humiliation! He, Ghirahim, Demon Lord of the Surface, defeated by a mere child! It was unimaginable. In his rage, he forced his hand against the stone wall of the Fire Sanctuary, which proceeded to explode and crumble into the darkness outside.
Ghirahim calmly composed himself, thinking over what had happened. He knew there was another Spirit Gate, but so did the child. And unlike Ghirahim, the Skychild actually knew where it was. Again, he was caught up in his fury and smashed in another portion of the wall, the decorated surface tumbling out the already large hole.
He would just have to go looking for it. The Skychild would never reveal the location to him. Even if he was tortured to the ends of time, he would still never give in. Ghirahim sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Racking his brain, he recalled all the ancient temples and caverns that it could be located. Surly the goddess would have hidden it so that her hero would be able to find it, but not easily enough that one such as himself would be able to.
[Where to look... where would he go...] the demon lord's eyes snapped open. He knew where it was. It was only a matter of getting there...
He brought up his hand level to his face and snapped. Where the demon lord once stood, a thousand diamonds floated for a few seconds before disappearing.
Link was running through Hyrule Fields, towards Zora's Domain. Navi, the fairy who followed and helped Link, had said that the third and final Spiritual Stone was located there. As a mere ten year-old, it was up to him to open the Door of Time for Princess Zelda. It was difficult, but he knew he could complete this task. Night was falling, and Link did not want to be in the fields when the Stalchilds came out.
He reached the safety of Zora's River just as the night descended. He climbed the twisting pathways, eventually making it to the waterfall and the Royal Family symbol on the ground. He pulled out his ocarina, and played the lullaby Impa had taught him. The water parted, and he jumped across the gap and entered Zora's Domain.
A shower of diamonds appeared only moments before Ghirahim did. He was standing in an ancient temple, it's walls covered with ivy and moss. An old woman in a long robe and pointed hat gasped at the sight of him.
"Tell me wench, where is the second gate?" he sneered at the elderly woman, casting daggers at her with only his eyes. She trembled slightly, but not in fear. She shook her head, as if saying she did not know what he was talking about.
"Don't play that game with me. My patience has reached its end. I know you know of the second Gate of Time." Her eyes flickered to the pedestal in the center of the room, but only for a nanosecond. It was enough. He shoved the woman against the wall, and strutted up towards the platform. When the woman made impact with the stone wall, a loud crack resounded throughout the temple. Ghirahim laughed at her frail body. Humans, how they broke so easily. Snapping his fingers, a black sword appeared in his hand. He started chanting-shouting, really-strings of ancient words, as old as the earth itself (And he was also dancing). The further into his chant he got, the more visible a giant block covered in strange symbols was becoming. Finally, after it was fully visible, he stopped his chant.
He struck the blade against the stone, and it echoed in his ears for many long minutes. After what seemed like an eternity, he stood up, placing his free hand against his hip. Shacking the hair out of his eye-only to have it fall back in place-he continued to stare at it, willing it to open. He turned on his heel, ready to walk away when,
*RUMBLE*
He turned his head, and at what he saw, his jaw dropped as he shifted the rest of his body to face the sight before him. The symbols on the stone were brightening with blinding light. They shifted and turned until they took the form of a giant clock. Much like the one located in Lanayru. He couldn't be sure, but he thought that this one was spinning in the opposite direction than the other. This one was spinning clockwise, but he couldn't remember if the other was as well...
He did not care enough to dwell on the thought. He abruptly danced up to the rotating gate, and stared into it's glossy surface, admiring his fabulous features for a minute before pressing his palm to the surface. There was no force to stop his hand, and he walked into the shimmering gateway, laughing.
He had done it. The skychild would be defeated, and his master revived.
A/N: Hmm... what will become of this plot? And why are there so many people that won't review!? Please don't be one of those people, changing the world starts with you...
Ghirahim: I thought it started with blood.
Me: No one wants to hear you rant on about the deliciousness of blood...
Ghirahim: They might...
Me: Trust me, they don't.
Ghirahim: ...
Anyway, ignore the author arguing with her own story behind the monitor!
