Ugh, about time I started working on this again, I could NEVER find a decent time to work on this chapter, my apologies for the wait. Anyway, let us continue.

Northern Fields – One day later...

"HYYYAAAAAA!" Deku exclaimed as he dashed toward Goron with his wooden short-sword. Goron immediately guarded the assault and countered with a strong strike using his wooden long-sword. The two students continued to spar, their two swords clashing in a grand display of playful combat, smiles on both of their faces.

"Not bad, kiddo" said Goron. "Your sword skills are improving fast."

"Ya really think so?" Deku responded.

"Of course I do..."

Goron then spin around Deku and swept him off of his feet with his long-sword, causing Deku to fall onto the grass.

"...But you're still not as good as me."

"Owww" Deku whined. "No need to be so expert about it, yeesh that hurt."

"Aw, c'mon, you're not THAT hurt."

"I know, but still."

"Could you two quiet down over there?" Said Zora from a distance, a book in her hand. "I'm trying to read."

"Sure, whatever." Goron responded.

Goron helped Deku up from the ground and then proceeded toward the main building. Deku went over to Zora.

"So..." Deku began. "What're you reading?"

"Basic combat material, it assists me in thinking of battle strategies."

"Oh...sounds interesting..."

"Not in the slightest." Zora sighed.

"Then why are you still reading it?"

"It may not be interesting, Deku, But it IS teaching me a few techniques."

"Well, let's test a few."

"Hmm?"

"C'mon, try some moves out, see if they're any good."

" Well, I suppose I could use the practice...alright, I accept your challenge."

Zora closed her book and picked up her wooden rapier. She and Deku then began to engage in combat.

Meanwhile, inside the main building, Goron was enjoying a peaceful walk through the corridors. White marble columns, purple carpet, vases full of plants on a stand here and there, a rather castle like scenery. As he was walking, he was approached by Demise.

"Master Demise." Goron greeted.

"Hello, Goron." Demise began. "Doing well, I see?"

"Yes sir."

"Have you been practicing your sword skills?"

"Every day, Sir."

"That's good to hear from a young warrior. Always readying himself for battle, whether times are calm or not."

"Thank you sir, I aim to please."

Demise smiled. "Is that so? Well then, have you ever heard of the sacred relic known as the Triforce? "

"Triforce?"

"Yes, a relic containing a great power. It's been said that whomever places their hand upon it has their greatest desire granted. Any wish asked would come true."

Goron's red eyes widened. "Any wish..."

"That's correct, anything your heart desires...becoming a reality."

"That's...that's amazing!"

"Indeed. Now, if only I could get my wish granted, I would use it to bring eternal peace to our world. No more conflict, no more sadness, and perhaps..."

"...perhaps...perhaps what, Master?"

"Perhaps...no more death."

"No more death, huh?" Goron pondered. "Hey, Master Demise...what do you say we both try to find this relic? We won't have to tell anyone. We could both just leave at any given moment to try to find its location, then use our wish to bring peace to the world. We'd both practically be heroes. I'm sure even Master Hylia would be pleased with our task.

"Hmmm...that seems to be quite the ordeal, but I do find the idea to be rather interesting. I agree with your plan."

"Well, when should we carry out such a task, Master?" Goron questioned.

"Give it about three days, that will give us both enough time to prepare."

"Fine by me. Finally, a mission that is actually worth something."

"But remember Goron." Demise warned. "We mustn't tell anyone else, is that clear?"

"Yes Master." Goron responded with determination.

Goron and Demise both began to walk in their separate directions. As Goron walked out of the building, Demise went around a corner, where a shadowy figure stood.

"Did you get all that?" Demise said to the figure.

"Yeah, not bad using one of Hylia's stronger students. Poor kid won't even know what'll him 'im.

"Indeed, try not to cause any trouble, you must stay hidden until the time is right."

"Gotcha, you just do your thing. OH, and by the way, your sword is finished."

The figure then handed Demise a sword in a sheathe. Demise then removed the sword and studied its blade. It was a short-sword, its hilt and handle grey and white in color. Upon the hilt rests a red colored, diamond shaped gem. The blade itself was white, with multiple diamond designs decorating it.

"Ahhhhhh, such beauty , such a pure form, such an exquisite blade, such stunning features. Yes, it practically has it all, though it lacks a name."

"A name?"

"Yes, I shall call this blade a name none shall forget."

Demise rose his newly acquired weapon into the air.

"I dub this blade...

GHIRAHIM."