I do not own the Legend of Zelda or have any offiliatian with Nintendo. This is fan fiction and should only be taken as such.
Part 1
Birth by Flames
"No light, no light in your bright blue eyes. I never knew daylight could be so violent. A revelation in the light of day, you can chose what stays and what fades away."
-No light, No light, Florence and the Machine
It is exactly 398 years before the events of the pertaining the Skyward Sword. Before the hero in green or the momentous piece of outcrop aroused and lifted towards the sky. Someday known to be Skyloft.
But here, a war of good and evil has begun to rage. Malevolent monsters scour the world, murdering humans and setting the land on fire. The cries of innocent men, woman and children echo among a forest, burned to the ground now. Everyone is dead, but their cries still ring like haunting bells.
It is here that our story begins, amongst the ashes and bone, a lone tree, burned and twisted, stands solitary like and island in the ocean.
There is a light that draws near, bright, shimmering, gold. Within the gleaming spark, a woman, with long blonde hair and a solid white dress floats in midair. She moves along the remains of the forest, everything her glowing aura touches slowly starts to regrow, but only so much.
She sighs, "Oh, what chaos this land must have endured, everything is singed and dead. I look among these lands and see the bones of my people bare and still ridden with their blood. How much the sight kills me..."
Hylia, the golden goddess, comes across the crippled tree, "The last to stand, I'm afraid it's dead either way. No one is left to live, how very tragic." A tear of amber slips down the goddess's cheek and to the burned ground, seeping into the soil and sprouting a flower.
It's then that something moves from behind the tree, peeking it's small head around the black trunk and staring up at the almighty goddess.
Enlightened to see the face, alive and well, the goddess leans in to get a better look, "Hello, human." It's a boy, a child, his face is pale and marked with soot and dirt.
He sinks under the goddess's light and mummers a small, "Hello," In a cracked, hoarse voice.
The boy shakes uncontrollably, "Do I frighten you?" Hylia questions.
He looks up at her with his eyes, red from the exposure to all the smoke, "N-no." He stammers, letting out a few coughs afterwards.
What horror the boy must have been through, with cuts and bruises all over. He is pale as bone with hair even paler, white as falling snow. Shirtless and with pants ripped and dirty, Hylia takes pity on him. Then starts to think of how miraculous it is of him to be alive and that the gods must have spared him for a reason then put him in Hylia's path to find, "What happed to your family?" She regrets asking as soon as the words come out.
The boy shudders and shakes his head, "M-monsters. Fire. S-scream. Run. R-run! Run! Run!" Gripping the back of his head, the boy shouts in his broken voice, "S-stop! Noo! This can't- no! No. No. Please! Can't be true. Can't be true."
Hylia places herself on the ground and runs to the boy, grabbing him and wrapping her arms around him. "No, don't do this. It's alright, my son, it will be okay. Please, don't weep." It was the first time Hylia had touched any mortal, but this boy aroused something in her. Made her feel pain in her heart she couldn't stand to bare. It was so soon, yet Hylia knew she loved this child. Loved him more than any human on the earth.
The boy wrapped his skinny arms around the goddess and wept although she had told him otherwise. Hylia didn't care, she stroked his bare back, hushing him.
Finally, the goddess asked, "What is your name, my child?"
Silence as the boy took a step back, with eyes still teary, he heaved, "I c-can't remember.."
So deep in shock, the boy had forgotten his own name..."Oh," The goddess slowly began to smile, "Then I suppose I'll have to give you one. Would you like that?"
He nodded hesitantly.
"Hmm..." The child had lived through the blaze of the woods that should have killed him. He was meant for something, Hylia was sure of it, "I know!" She gleamed, "I'll name you Ghirahim."
The child looked puzzled.
"In the language of us gods, that means warrior." She grinned.
"Ghirahim..." He whispers to himself, looking down at his dirty hands and smiling, something he thought he'd never be able to do again.
With her heart set on fire, Hylia outstretches her hand to Ghirahim, "Come with me, my son, I promise I'll take good care of you. You won't have to live alone."
With taking her hand, Ghirahim's doesn't realize his life is going to change forever. Changing the course of not only his but many other lives. But for now, both the goddess and the mortal child walk along the ash, hand in hand.
Hylia was right: Ghirahim was meant for something. It would only occur to her much later it was for all the wrong reasons...
Part 1 as promised, thank you to all my followers and humble readers, your the reason I do this. The next part will really kick off the story and will be longer, so expect a wait. It will be worth it, I promise. Note: I enjoy reveiws and will respond if you have any questions or comments on this story. Feel free to look at my profile and send me a PM, I'll do anything for the fans of my works. :^)
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