"What happend?" Opal asked herself. "What is this place?"
She glanced at the sky which was coated in a light, lavendar mist. The air was cented with grief, the very smell of Jeff and Gertrude's house. Her mind was inflated with familiar nightmares, and then the last nightmare came again.
"Ahh!" She yelped all of the sudden. Without warning, a man with white hair and pale skin walked towards her. He had the most weird red cloak Opal had ever seen. He made Opal want to puke up the yellow diamonds he had on his scarlet cloak.
"What are you doing that for?" He asked. Opal couldn't resist looking at his purple eyeshadowed eyes. His irises were pure black.
"Nothing. I was just...Remembering something bad." She stretched slightly because of her uncomfortable position on the ground. She tried to sit up, but her back was too bruised. She just layed there a little on the ground.
"Let me help you up." The man pulled her hand so she could sit up and then all of the sudden split into several diamonds.
"Woah!" She sat in awe.
Suddenly, she was being pushed on the back. She gasped a little at the pain, but then looked behind her. She immediatley recognized that it was the same guy.
"How did you...?" She started, but instead trailed off.
"You've never seen a sword spirit teleport?" He asked cluelessy, hands on his hips.
"What's a sword spirit?" Opal asked while rubbing her spine.
The man said nothing. He just stood there with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm sorry," She confessed, "am I supposed to know what that is?"
"Well, are you Hylian by any chance?"
"Hm?" Opal sat there and thought that she might be in a foreign country. Then again, what country has teleporting sword swallowers or whatever they were called?
"What is your race, just tell me that." He curressed his forehead in disapproval.
"Human. What are you again?" She questioned.
"I've heard of humans before, but only in the legends. They were long gone I thought. Anyway, like I said, I'm a sword spirit." He replied.
"Do you know where we are?"
"No idea. Like you, I ended up on the ground for some odd reason." He confessed.
"That's just wonderful." Opal said sarcastically.
"Listen. My name's Demon Lord Ghirahim." The man introduced.
"Demon what?" Opal asked. "Could I just call you Ghirahim?"
"Most of my enemies call me that anyway. Especially my Master."
She stood there silently. Then added, "Wait. Your a slave? And enemies call you that?"
"No, no, no! You've got it all wrong!" He stumbled anxiously. "Sword spirits are all born with a Master. If the Master is evil, then the spirit is filled with bad personality traits that keep them from being nice to good people. If the Master is good, then so is the spirit." He explained.
"I'm a bad guy." He summed up after seing Opal's confused expression.
"How come you're helping me then?!" Opal leaned away.
"Calm down. I'm on stirke, you could say, with my Master."
"Who is your Master? Do you think he could help us?" Opal pleaded.
"Unlikely." He assumed. "This is the Demon King, Demise after all."