Hello all of you who are still here! First off, I really appreciate it so thank you very much! Before I say whatever I was going to say, I would like to say something I meant to say last chapter. These chapters are rather short compared to many other stories but the reason for that is that this is just supposed to give you a little more insight (I guess?) on Ghirahim's past. Yes, it is a story, but the style is rather different. So I hope you'll forgive me for the shorter chapters. Also, a huge thank you to fuyuki for reviewing. I really, really appreciate it so thanks a ton! I hope you enjoy this chapter too!
Hima closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of nothingness. It was so calm like this. His life forgotten, everyone - everything that had ever hurt him seemed like it was gone and he didn't have to worry about it. Finally, he could be rid of the people scolding him, and saying he was worthless because of his mother. Everything was better this way. For him, and for others.
He was doing them all a favor, really. They would be better off without him. His mother would stop having to care for two, the other Skyloft kids wouldn't have to waste their time being disgusted with him, and Link would stop looking guilty every time Hima passed by. He never thought that being truly alone could feel like such bliss.
He left the clouds behind and spread out his arms like wings. He flipped himself around and looked towards the ground. This would be it. In just a few more minutes it would be over and done with. He wasn't even shocked to see the odd appearance of the new area. What good would being surprised do him, anyway? He might as well just enjoy the different look. He was going to die soon.
Hima closed his eyes again once he was only a minute away from landing. He counted the seconds down. Gone, over, free… Just as he was a foot away from the ground a sudden gust of wind blew upward. But it wasn't wind. It was more like a force holding him still in the air. Hima looked around, confused. What? But it was almost over… Why did he have to continue? Why couldn't he just hive up easily? Why couldn't it have ended? He cursed in annoyance.
His eyes settled on a man staring at him intently. Too scared to do anything, he stayed completely still. The man looked Hima up and down. The newcomer's hair was sort of short, brown, and curly. His eyes were a bright purple with hints of blue. He didn't look special at all - just some kid. The thing that made him special was that he was down here.
Hima regained control of his body and started to try to get away frantically resulting in him looking like a fish on land thanks to being stranded by some sort of force. "He… help!" he cried though he knew the only one who could hear him was the man in front of him.
The man chuckled. "There's no need to be frightened. I won't hurt you."
Hima looked at the man closer now. He could see that he had a strange faint golden glow emitting from him. His eyes were dark green. His hair was black and sort of spiky. It wasn't short, so it hung around his angular face. Suddenly, the force that had been holding Hima disappeared, making him fall abruptly.
The man walked towards him and looked down on the fallen boy. "So, how did you get here?" His voice was even, surprisingly. Hima was expecting him to be at least a little different, with some sort of sinister voice. Instead, his voice was gentle. It sounded almost forgiving.
Hima didn't know if there was even a point to running away so he responded, "I jumped. From the sky." He stood up and brushed the dirt off of his clothing. This was apparently hilarious to the man because he burst into laughter.
"I didn't ask how you got here, that's already obvious," he said between chortles. "I wanted to know why you jumped."
Hima looked at his feet, embarrassed. "Well, I… I wanted to die," he muttered. When it was simplified like that it sounded so stupid.
The man's eyes widened. "Oh? That's different. Why did you want to die then?"
Hima looked at him with a newly determined face. "I'll tell you, if you tell me your name."
"Name?" The man frowned as he thought. "I don't really have one. Well, I do but I don't think you'll want to call me by that. So, call me… Esimed."
Hima nodded, satisfied with the answer even if it wasn't quite what he wanted. "I see. Well, as promised… I wanted to die because I have no friends, my mother hates me, and basically so does all of Skyloft. I thought dying would be the answer to it all. I thought I could be free. But now, thanks to you, that's out of the question." Hima shrugged. It wasn't such a big deal to him – just his life summed up quickly.
Esimed was shocked by how straight forward the answer was. His voice was void of emotion as he said it, as if it didn't matter at all. "I see… You're an honest one, you know. I like that." Esimed extended his hand to Hima. "I'll care for you. Would you come with me?" He smiled.
Hima paused and stared at his hand. No one had been this nice to him in two years… why would a random stranger ever offer him a hand? He slowly reached his hand out to Esimed's still slightly glowing hand. It was foolish and he knew it but at the moment it didn't matter. Where else did he have to go? His hand landed in Esimed's. "I'll come," he said firmly.
Esimed smiled again. "Great. Glad to have you here." Hima followed him deep into the woods to a small secluded place. He wasn't even quite conscience of why he was following this man blindly. It felt nice though, like he could be honestly free again. He'd start over. He'd be okay. For the first time in so long, he felt totally and completely confident "Oh, yes…" Esimed said, as if recalling something. "What's your name?"
"Huh?" Hima asked. "Oh. It's Hima."
Esimed thought a little. "Hima, huh… that's no good. It sounds too... innocent. From now on, you need a new name. -something that matches you. Something like… Ghirahim."
"Gh-Ghirahim?" Hima asked, not sure of the name. It sounded like a snake.
"Yes, I think it fits you," Esimed confirmed. "Ghirahim, back there, I asked you to join me, but now I need to tell you with what I need help."
"What is it?" Hima asked.
"To take over the world," Esimed replied coolly.
"Wh-What?" Hima demanded. He suddenly regretted that he had followed this man. Esimed turned his back to Hima.
"Don't answer me now. Go think it over. I don't want a half-willed response, you hear?"
"Y-yes, sir." Hima turned quickly retreated with a plan to not come back. What was this man thinking? Who was he?
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Also, I will be updating on Saturday's. I hope you'll continue to read this!