"For the first time, I've opened up my eyes."- Last to Know
I hit the ground with a thud. Faron Woods was calm and serene, and because of Demise's defeat, no evil lurked about. A tranquil breeze blew and the tall grass whispered and I heard small birds chirping on a hill nearby.
I tried to remember, lying face down on the ground still, what had brought me to the surface. After a while, it came to me in urgent bursts of recollection.
Meeting Dark in the graveyard
Climbing onto a monstrous bird
Being kicked or pushed or pulled off and then-
Falling.
I started to pick myself up, feeling for the Master Sword as I did, but all I felt was a cold, empty sheath. The sword wasn't with me.
Of course it isn't
Dark had it.
"Perfect timing, at least. There'd be no such day as ideal as this to be caught unarmed." I told myself this to stop the swelling nervousness in my chest.
It was true, though. After all, I had rid the Surface of all demons precedent to this untimely and unplanned event. All except the Demon Lord himself. I began to recall my earlier, and unpleasant, encounter with him.
A pale, white face emerging from a curtain of diamonds, the face curling into a smirk, as hands shoved me off the Dark Loftwing. Dark Link laughing as I fell.
Girahim was alive, and he wanted something from me. Or maybe something from Dark. My Dark.
The sound of someone snapping and the echo of clashing metal cut through my thoughts. Before me stood a tall, slender, and androgynous albino.
So much for "perfect time to be caught unarmed"
He stood with a certain confidence and air of superiority that I could never have.
"What is it you seek Girahim? How are you here?" My voice shook.
His didn't.
"It needn't to have anything to do with you. Your friend, however, is the one you should be concerned for."
"And why is that?"
"Ah-hah! Good question, dear hero." He said it as if he knew something I didn't. I wouldn't even be surprised.
"You see, I've proposed a special deal to your favorite little devil. A deal that will allow him to also be referred to as a hero. That would mean that you wouldn't be the only hero in Skyloft anymore. As to why people even call you a hero now, I haven't the slightest clue."
I ignored his meaningless, but effective, insult. It stung as it bit into me. I choked it down.
"Exactly what sort of deal was it, Girahim?" I whispered, young and afraid.
"Now, I would refrain from being so hasty if I-
"Get on with it Girahim! I've no time for your juvenile nonsense!" This time I shouted.
No time for tricks and riddles.
The pale mean shrugged.
"Fine, impatient child, if you wish for me to tell you so desperately, I shall. I ordered the boy to murder you"
My blood froze. His response nearly stopped my heart. I turned so cold, that I could hardly ask my next question.
"H-how would killing me make Dark a hero?"
Girahim saw the obvious terror in my eyes, as if I was wearing it like a ring. He laughed.
"Ha, I simply told your friend that if he could kill you, if he could delight me with a chance to see your frail, lifeless body impaled with your own sword, your unmoving eyes searching, yearning, screaming for life once more, I would transform him into your image, so that he could bare the title "Hero" instead of "Demon". Oh, I would love to elaborate more on how I'd like to see your dead corpse, but I don't think that would be polite."
Like being a gentleman is what you strive for…that's funny. I didn't dare say it aloud.
Girahim continued. "And, as you are most likely aware of this, Dark Link has your sword." He gestured towards my empty scabbard.
"Yes, the odds are against you, child. Such a pity though. You two made such a cute couple."
Girahim grinned mockingly.
"Wait," I asked, "So, did he accept the proposal?" I was desperate.
The Demon Lord glared at me, as if it was the most idiotic question he had ever had the displeasure of hearing. Which, apparently, it was.
"Well I don't know, stupid boy!" He disappeared, and then reappeared in front of me, closer. "I teleported myself and dematerialized before I gave him the chance. But I'd be careful, boy. Your friend seems like the kind who'd give anything to be a hero."
After that, Girahim snapped his fingers. And then he laughed. And then I cried. And then the man was gone.
