From One World To Another Chapter 4


It had been four days. Dakota had come up with a schedule while he was waiting to heal. In the daytime he would bask in the sunlight, letting his body heal quickly from it. And at night he would train his ass off. If it were cloudy or gloomy he'd simply train that day.

His tail had grown back nicely, it was still missing a bit of the hair on the tip, but hey can't complain too much can he? The wounds that Ghirahim and the bokoblins inflicted on him. And dare he say he did not enjoy pulling out the arrows once his hide started to heal around them.

It was almost morning, and the sun was beginning to rise past the sandy hills. He was spending his time in the Lanayru desert, why? Because it was warm and almost always sunny. He'd come to enjoy it but it was almost time to get Ghriahim's attention and save his new found friends.

Feeling in great condition Dakota decided to go for a quick test run with his powers, since he'd been training hard.

Powering up he felt ten times hotter with his black fur, it was almost intoxicating. It made him want to curl up and sleep! He hoped no baddies saw him at this point, finding him while he had black fur would be easy, gold fur would be near impossible here.

Spreading his blood red bat-like wings, he began practicing attacking with them. Throwing in a few tail and claw swipes. He'd been trying to come up with a fighting style that would work well on the demon lord.

Telegraphing his attacks mean't bad news, he learned that from watching Link and fighting Ghirahim himself. His method he had came up with was one that involved a lot of dodging, which he was good at in perfect condition, and in a less power driven form.

The strategy was faking a lot then striking with an unexpected direction. But it should work nicely. And if the demon lord ever caught on to the style he'd simply switch.

Ever since Dakota came to this world, he regretted not telling his brother, who was likely tearing through dimensions or just sitting on his throne waiting for his brother to pop out of no where. Funny brother he had.

After that small test run, Dakota had gone up to a body of water, it was big and had watch towers around it. Which meant he had to be very careful. Of course he never came to refresh himself everyday, too risky and he'd normally do it during broad daylight when the sun would reflect his fur like much of the sand.

He drank quickly, poking his head up warily. He could see bokoblins in the towers, keeping an eye out. Some job they were doing! But at this point he wasn't being camouflaged by his golden fur. No he wanted to get the demon lord's attention, so he stayed in his shadow form. Red and black would be very obvious, but not obvious enough as he was proved wrong by the idiotic bokoblins.

Such stupid creatures they were. Once he'd drank his fill and eaten a few desert animals he made damn sure these demons saw him.

Flying rather low, but just at eye level of most of the watch towers. Honestly the bokoblins were VERY stupid. So he ended up attacking a tower. Climbing up in the sky as he began to do a swan dive towards one.

Oh this was going to be so enjoyable! Opening his mouth he let loose black and red flames as he came within range of the tower. Screams sounded off and it made Dakota laugh at their misfortune.

He did the same for three more towers, before landing on a sandy hill not far from the scene. Watching with red eyes and a smile on his face. This would surely get some attention. Especially if he used the fire that corresponded with his natural aura and body colors.

It seemed to have taken the bokoblins hours to put out the flames, and even send a messenger to what he hoped was Ghirahim. Upon seeing the messenger set out on a mount, that looked like a boar or pig, Dakota followed it. Keeping himself well out of the way and high in the sky.

Hopefully this messenger would go to Ghirahim, or somewhere close to him. If not well, he could always kill him, and eat the boar.

Pork sounded really good at this point, but he'd already eaten enough for a week. His reasoning was if he got captured, he could last a while if he wasn't given food or water. Yes Dakota could be smart too.

After a couple hours of traveling, Dakota noticed the mount the bokoblin was using started to tire. It seems the bokoblin might stop for now. Alas it was true. The bokoblin found an easily defended spot and stopped for now.

Dakota rolled his eyes, at the boar's poor stamina. Of course Dakota's stamina was incredible so he couldn't really blame it. Landing down in a tree not far from the bokoblin's miniature camp, he laid down. Watching with ever red eyes.

The shade of the tree would help him stay hidden, that is unless the boar could sniff him out.

Another hour passed by and the bokoblin hopped up on his mount and continued. Naturally Dakota waited for a minute or too before perusing. Caution and the art of stealth would prove important while he followed.

Dakota followed the bokoblin all the way to familiar land, the dense woods and spring like scenery. It was known as Faron woods, but he didn't know that. There was a slight chilly breeze, which made him miss the intoxicating warmth of the desert.

The bokoblin appeared to be going through more dense parts of the woods, and Dakota was forced to fly closer than comfort when following something. But this was his advantage, close courtiers flying.

Hoping from tree to tree he stopped seeing the bokoblin hop off. Still the dakotian couldn't see anything, so he moved closer. Finding a large opening in the woods, that somehow kept the place hidden. Odd it was. Upon closer inspection he noticed the large building which was more like a castle. Surrounded by dangerous plants with thorns. The castle looked like something Ghirahim would live in. A dark color, maybe close to black, with delicate and elegant carving into it's stone.

He could use the castle's walls to try and hide himself. But his red markings would be a problem. He decided to wait till night fell, and maybe when Ghirahim wasn't around.

Two large doors opened and appeared what looked like fine dressed servants, nothing like the bokoblins, more humanized, like Ghirahim. The bokoblin passed on a letter, and the servant quickly closed the doors and left to deliver it.

'Good news of me must have reached the famous demon lord by now' Dakota sneered in thought. As the bokoblin turned and mounted his boar, Dakota moved and found a better hiding spot.

Unexpectdly many heavily armored bokoblins emerged from every part of the castle imaginable. It seems security as just been increased. "Lucky me." Dakota teased himself quietly. Ghirahim was clever, and if he left to hunt me down, he certainly wasn't taking any chances.


Link had been surprised to see Groose and Impa in Ghirahim's presence. Luckily he was given the honor to share a cell with them. He was happy to hear Dakota escaped, but he was sad he was still here and now his friends were as well.

"Link, Don't worry. I bet Dakota is all healed up and working on a way to free us!" Groose said, trying to cheer him up. All three of them had their hands shackled to the walls. Link let a fake smile form on his face, which both Impa and Groose took for a real one. It wasn't till he heard bokoblins rushing in and standing guard at the door of their cell.

"Security has been increased... Maybe Dakota is making his move." Impa whispered quietly as to not alert the guards. It made Link smirk. "He must be causing trouble for Ghirahim to honor us with such hospitality!" Link joked, laughing at his own phrase of words.

His laugh didn't last long and soon became coughing. His mouth was very dry and his lips were chapped. Link wasn't sure how much long he could last without water. "Easy now Link, Don't hurt yourself." Groose said with worry and affection.

They all perked up and put on their best tough guy act when they heard Ghirahim snap his fingers and appear in their cell. They all scowled or glared at him. Pure hatred in all of their eyes. "Oh come now. Are I that bad?" The demon said sarcastically. And the trio responded in sync "Yes."

Which had Ghirahim frown in displeasure. But he continued. "Your friend has been causing trouble in the Lanayru desert. It seems he has his power back. I expect him to be looking for me, since I assure you he wouldn't want his location to be known." Ghirahim said, starting to pace, a single hand on his chin in thought.

"I do hope he finds his way to me, I'd hate to have to go track down my new pet. It seems I'm a terrible owner."

This sentence made Link growl, gritting his teeth, but he held his tongue out of knowing better. Although nothing was going to stop the red head. "HES NOT YOUR PET, YOU SICK BASTARD!" The teen red head hissed, yanking on his chains.

"If I'm not mistaken, even moments with him show that he'll rip you apart without a second thought." Impa added in a monotone voice.

Ghirahim chuckled, responding to both their statements. "Of course he hasn't been broken yet, but I think with the proper encouragement he'll yield. Which is why you three get to be bait!" The demon said almost too happily, clapping his hands together almost jumping like a crazy hormonal female.

Before any of them could retort the demon lord snapped his fingers and left. "I will make sure I get to cut him into pieces after Dakota kills him..." Link hissed under his breath. "I'll help you too!" Groose added, frowning at the guards.

Surprisingly Impa remained quiet. Her eyes gazing up at the solitary window, light shining in from the outside. This gave Link an idea.

"Hey, if that leads directly outside, Dakota can check on us right?" Link whispered, craning his head towards his friends. Impa looked shocked and smiled. "If we can attract him somehow..." She mumbled back.

"He has incredible hearing, if we can just be loud enough for him to hear, that is if he is near." Link said quietly, eyes shooting towards the deaf and blind guards. "We need to make it seem like we're just talking, not caring if anyone hears or not." Groose said, trying his best to whisper. The red head wasn't a quiet person by nature.

All three of them stared at each other, then to the guards and to the window. Nodding silently to each other, their eyes filled with hope and determination.


Dusk was almost upon Dakota, and he was starting to get antsy. He was monitoring when the guards changed shifts, so far they hadn't. However the guards appeared to be getting tired, maybe they don't change guards.

Dakota cursed himself for expecting that, he knew Ghirahim wasn't THAT stupid to let that happen. He was certain they'd change shifts soon, so he started to make his move. Dakota was just going to do some scouting, no serious infiltrating, as if he could. Hell he'd never had to plan so much! Normally it was just him being captured, and he'd just bust out with sheer strength alone.

The stars were starting to come out, the moon causing the place to become illuminated. Thinking smart Dakota had covered himself in mud, despite his natural black fur in this form. However it was the red coloring that made it obvious.

Sneaking up to the back of the large castle, he immediately started looking for weak points, loose windows or anything. For a castle it was weird to have metal bars on every window.

Ghirahim takes it to the max. Sneaking around more towards what looked like a heavier duty section he heard whispers. His curiosity got the better of him and he foolishly ran over to the window. It was close to the ground, and inside looked dark and dungeon like. The grass helped cover the window somewhat, bars looked in perfect condition too. It made him frown. The obvious whispering stopped as Dakota made some noise.

Moving the grass out of the way, he crouched down and beamed his bright red eyes into the room, illuminating it somewhat. Okay bad, guards at the door, but not so bad since they look half asleep. "Dakota?" A shaky yet quiet voice caught the dakotian's attention. It was Link's.

It made Dakota worry when he heard the voice, the poor boy sounded sick, he was wheezing. It was pretty cold. Taking a minute to think he responded. "Yeah, its me, Is everything okay?" He asked in a murmur.

"Dakota, Link isn't doing so well, he needs water something fierce." Groose whispered, looking straight at the window. Dakota could see the red head and the elder, but Link must be right under the wall. "Don't worry, I'll get some." Dakota said hopefully, turning around only to let out a surprised yet controlled yelp. The yelp sounded like a mouse, for once Dakota was thankful for that.

Alerting anything else would be bad. However right now he was face to face with a very tired looking bokoblin, it had a dim torch in one hand and a club on his shoulder. It was about to call for help when Dakota lunged, cutting off it's airways.

The dakotian wasn't thinking when he did that, it was kill or let the alarm raise. Dakota had covered it's mouth to avoid it from screaming, but as soon as the bokoblin was killed it's torch dropped to the grass.

"Shit! Guys, its about to get very warm, but don't worry I'll make sure you'll be okay." Dakota veered nervously. Digging up dirt to cover the window, he didn't want the fire getting in to his pals. Immediately once he finished he raced off on foot, staying low to the ground as possible.

If he was lucky the fire wouldn't be thought of as an attack, and just a stupid bokoblin falling sleep. And hopefully the body would be burned to a crisp and so would the obvious bite on it's neck.

The night was lit up by the orange hue of the flames, still he kept running, flying would be suspected and he needed cover. He hadn't done a proper scout either so who knew if the demon lord had ranged weapons on board.

Dakota HAD experienced the pleasure of getting caught mid-flight in a metal net that was fired from a ballista, and he wouldn't be surprised if Ghirahim had something similar.

Finding a spot to stay for the night, it was by water, and not far from the castle, but far enough to not get seen. He started to dig under a dead tree, making a simple sleeping area as he preferred to remain hidden. And staying out in the open would be bad.

To make it more hidden, he dug up a thick prickly bush and replanted it right above his small makeshift hideout. It wasn't a castle or house but it would do.


When morning came, Dakota slid out of his burrow, getting his fill of water. He wanted to rush over and give Link some, but he couldn't risk it in the day. Going to check on the castle, he noticed a VERY pissed demon lord. Ghirahim was shouting at a group of very scared bokoblins. He could make out what the demon was saying.

"HOW COULD THIS BE A SIMPLE FIRE, I HADN'T POSTED ANY OF YOU IN THIS SPOT." Ghirahim shouted, waving a black saber through the air as he paced in front of the cowering bokoblins. Sadly the bokoblins didn't say anything back, one of them just pointed towards the burnt blood and burnt body. "So your saying he died before the fire?" The now less angry demon lord spoke.

'Great there goes my cover.' Dakota scolded himself, mentally reminding himself to clean up the evidence better next time.

"IF he is here, I want everyone looking for him, and IF you find he you will let me know and keep him busy till I arrive." Ghirahim snarled out, flicking a hand through his curtain hair for composure.

'Fat chance Ghira...' Dakota giggled in thought. Like he'd ever stay long enough for Ghirahim to appear. That was almost laughable! Now Dakota was giggling out loud. He hoped to another branch for a closer look.

This was a mistake, the branch was much to thin for his weight, and he gave a look of shock as it gave way underneath him. 'STUPID!' was the word that rang through his mind over and over again. He landed in a thicket of bushes with a thud, a loud thud. He grunted as impact was made. Looking through the bushes he noticed ALL of them looking in his direction. 'Not good.' Dakota gulped. Stupid he was to move without looking for a proper branch.

He noticed Ghirahim walking towards him, a curious smile on his face. As if the demon were hoping it was who he was looking for. The bokoblins followed close behind, and Ghirahim held a hand out to them, getting them to halt as he continued to approach the last few yards.

At this point Dakota was seriously considering lunging, but other part of him said run, run like hell. "Oh dear, it looks like my pet is spying on me." The demon lord said, holding a hand to his head. "I know your there, do you think I'm that stupid Dakota?"

Well it was either attack or run, but wait. He had a sneaky idea. Ghirahim didn't know that he could shape shift, so why not make it seem like it was just some animal? Yes that seems nice, but he sure hoped what he'd choose lived in this world.

Thinking quickly he remembered the boar the bokoblin used as a mount, this might work. Thinking hard of the features, he shifted effortlessly. Hoping the demon lord wouldn't notice the obvious red eyes that were Dakotians, or the red hints in the dark manged fur.

Lunging out now in a boar form, he ran so he didn't appear to be attacking Ghirahim. Turning around, he tried to mimic a boar sound, which came out pretty well if he'd say so himself. Pawing at the ground with his cloven hooves, waving his tusked snout around.

Ghirahim looked obviously surprised, and it seemed he now doubted his integrity. "Get lost." Ghirahim snarled, swinging a sword at the disguised dakotian. Dakota played along, turning around and ran off as the black saber was swung at him.

That was good cover, it seemed to have worked, he charged off into the forest no intention of coming back for a few hours maybe.


The demon lord was clearly surprised at what came out of the bushes, stupid pig! But as it left he thought for a minute. Red eyes, glowing and bright. How did a boar that big with hooves get in the tree? He grinned like a mad man. It must of been Dakota, after all he hadn't seen all of the beast's abilities. "Smart Dakota." He whispered.

"I want you to follow me but you will flank him once I get his attention." Ghirahim ordered, as he perused the boar. It was just a theory but he was certain it was Dakota, if not his bokoblins can have a nice pork roast.

Ghirahim followed the cloven tracks until he actually caught a glimpse of the boar he presumed was his 'pet'. Carefully to keep his distance, he was aware that IF this was Dakota, to keep his distance, he had incredible hearing.

The red and black manged boar stopped at the waterbed, it looking down in thought. The boar quickly looked around before letting out what seemed like a very humanoid sigh. And it shook its head, much like Dakota did.

The demon lord was certain now, he just needed further proof. His dark eyes catching a signal that his bokoblins were in position. He signaled them to wait. Then the demon lord saw it. The boar began to reform, it was weird.

More like the entire body was covered in shadows that don't leave the fur as the shape changed. Red horns and wings became obvious. This WAS Dakota, and how he was able to fool a demon lord such as himself made Ghirahim fowl.

The next moment Dakota jumped into the water, cleaning off mud that still plagued him. Honestly looking so relaxed that Ghirahim thought it was someone else's personality. When Dakota went under water, only then he moved out, standing right at the edge of the water.

Dakota's beaming red eyes caught a shadow looming over him. It was Ghirahim. And immediately he knew this was bad, if the demon had been watching he now knew he could transform. He stayed under water, looking right up at Ghirahim, the water was crystal clear so the demon could see him too.

They stayed in limbo, neither one blinking for a total of 5 minutes. And it appeared Ghirahim was getting impatient. Dakota couldn't help but grin, he could stay under for hours at a time, thanks to a second set of lungs, for flying. Hence how he could roar for so long, ha!

As hand came down to reach him, he wanted none the less to bit the shit out of it. But if he did, air would fill his lungs and he'd HAVE to came up. So he moved away, using his wings to propel him through the water and into a deeper zone.

This action must of got the demon in an even fowler mood, as daggers were sent towards Dakota. The water slowed him, but it appeared the daggers didn't. A purple hue of energy around them.'Damned magic!' Dakota snarled in shock, trying to dodge them.

Some of them had hit him, the last one leaving him gasping and swallowing water. With his lungs full of water he needed to come up for air. Reluctantly he did, watching Ghirahim smile as his 'pet' came up, also because a pool of blood filled the water's surface.

"How long have you been watching." Dakota snarled under his gasping pants. "Long enough to see that wonderful transformation. You must show me what else you can do!" The demon said happily, holding a hand on his hip,still having his sword drawn.

Dakota floated there, his blood making an underwater cloud of red that contrasted well with his black fur. "What you want a Unicorn,Dragon? Something stupid like that?" Dakota mumbled, rolling his eyes, before scanning the area.

"How about a human?" The demon lord chuckled, shifting from one leg to another. "I could but they aren't exactly the best thing to become." Dakota growled, pushing with his wings to the far side of the water's edge. Getting up quickly, shaking himself off. Keeping his pupilless eyes on the blasted demon lord.

"Haven't seen you in that form for quite a while. I hope in your time of freedom, you've missed me." Ghirahim giggled, approaching Dakota, who was trotting away, around the open area by the water. The dakotian didn't want to be so close to this demon.

At this point Ghirahim signaled his bokoblins, there were a lot. They were all over the place, no bush left un-bokoblined! Guess they could be useful when they needed to be. Dakota immediately looked up to the sky, spreading his wings to take off.

Ghirahim saw this, snapping his fingers, summoning a barrier dome around them and all of the bokoblins. "Thinking of running?" The demon taunted, waving a finger at Dakota, tsking as if he were disappointed.

"Not anymore." Dakota hissed, his eyes quickly scanning all of the bokoblins. Assessing if he could take them out before the demon lord wanted to fight.

As Ghirahim took a step towards the beast, Dakota leaped away, letting loose flames into part of the hoard. Black and red along with screaming scorched bodies flailing around. Some even making it far enough to dive into the water.

Daggers shot towards Dakota, who had his back turned from the demon lord. Without looking he jumped up, spinning around in one fluid motion. Ghirahim was impressed that he knew what was coming.

Spreading his wings to keep him aloft, he charged one of his attacks. Letting the ball of energy form till it was the size of a basket ball. Rearing his head back, let let it loose, sending it speeding towards Ghirahim.

It was a telegraphed moved, but it wasn't intended to hit the demon lord. Dakota landed, and rolled to the side, quickly charging Ghirahim from behind as the ball of energy still sped towards him. This forced the demon lord to choose. The ranged attack or Dakota himself, or he could just teleport.

Going with option three, he vanished in a diamond frenzy, appearing behind Dakota who now had to deal with his own attack. As the front legs of Dakota touch the ground, he used them to launched upwards, just missing his own attack.

Ghirahim moved in as Dakota dodged and landed safely. Bringing his remaining black saber to slice into Dakota. The dakotian just barely saw this, reeling around to face the blade head on. Quite literately...

The black saber slamming into Dakota's red horns, wedging itself into one of the thick blood red horns. Dakota grunted in discomfort, it was obvious the feeling was new, yet tolerated.

Ghirahim came into a problem now, his blade seemed to be wedged stuck into the tough rack of Dakota. The demon was trying to pry his saber out, but Dakota wouldn't have that. Smirking before ramming Ghirahim in the chest, blade managing to cut it's owner as well.

The demon hissed at this, snapping his fingers hastily, vanishing from sight. Dakota growled in annoyance, the blade still entrapped in his horns, it didn't feel good in the slightest. The blade was causing his red horns to become a crimson shade as blood seeped out.

Shaking his head violently in attempt to get the blade out, eventually he managed it, sending the black saber launching into a tree. The demon lord was hiding out in a thick tree, and he could say he was impressed as his blade was sent into the bark of a big tree.

Snapping fingers sounded off, as the demon lord that is Ghirahim appeared right next to his saber. Grabbing it and yanking it out of the tree, turning back around to face the beast.

By now the remaining bokoblins were moving in towards the pair. Dakota's eyes darted around, his teeth bared. "Tell you what, either you get me the spirit maiden and I'll let your friends go..." Ghirahim started to say. Dakota wasn't paying attention at the moment.

"Or..." the demon continued, smirking as Dakota rested his red gaze back on him. "You could take their place." Ghirahim said slowly, with the harshest voice he could muster, which was very good.

The lord could tell Dakota didn't like either options, and it made the beast become fowl with rage. "I haven't lose this fight yet." Dakota stated blandly, shaking his head back in froth out of frustration. "If I beat will you consider it?" Ghirahim taunted, resting the black saber on his shoulder.

"Like hell I will!" Dakota bellowed, now ignoring the bokoblins around them both. The black beast charged without a second thought. He was eager to end this. It made Ghirahim chuckle darkly, readying his black blade.

At the last moment, Dakota's tail spun into striking distance, his claws dragging across the grassy surface. Eyes never once leaving Ghirahim, not even for a second.

Red claws dug up dirt and dust as they dug deeper. The demon lord was surprised Dakota left his tail so willingly open, he'd never miss this chance for sure. Just about to go for it, Dakota's wings spread open and low kicking up a cloud of dirt and dust.

Ghirahim covered his eyes in utter shock, his blade swinging to where he last pin pointed the tail.

The dust cloud hardly lasted a few seconds, but it was enough time. Tucking his tail back in close to his body he took the advantage of Ghirahim's confusion and charged.

Rushing through the disappearing dust he met the demon head on. Slipping under the blade just barely as it came to strike him down. Ramming straight into the chest of Ghirahim, leaving him gasping.

Surprisingly the demon had enough strength to wrap his arms around Dakota's head, AND push the dakotian off him. Now stuck in a head lock and surrounded by enemies, Dakota was starting to question his chances.

Ghirahim got up in a sitting position, using his blade to help enforce pressure to the creature's neck.


With the blade pressed up against his nape, Dakota was nervous, he froze up out of caution, staring the demon in the eyes. "Decide which option you'll go with yet?" The demon taunted, pressing the blade down harder, earning a wince along with a hiss.

"..." No response

"Perhaps you need further encouragement?" The demon uttered in annoyance Pressing down harder, Ghirahim tightened his grip, attempting to cut off Dakota's air.

Closing those red glowing eyes, the beast tried to relax, panicking was what caused the problem, he needed to conserve his air. Thrashing around violently, trying his best to get the demon lord off guard.

This action caused the blade to sink and bite into his black fur. "Hold still!" Ghirahim snapped, twisting the blade along with Dakota's neck, kicking the beast in the belly.

The kick caused Dakota to gasp and choke, air leaving him nearly completely. Still he didn't bother stopping. A crack sounded off when Dakota jerked the wrong way. All struggles died out quickly, only to be left with awkward twitching.

Something had been broken in Dakota's neck, and upon taking notice to this Ghirahim sighed, loosening his death grip and letting the beast fall to the ground. "Now look what you made me do! I hope your sorry." Ghirahim sarcastically stated, waving his sword in Dakota's pain contoured face.

"..." Again nothing, Dakota remained silent, but his eyes spoke words of hate.

"Say your sorry, Or I'll kill one of your friends." The demon scolded with words. His dark malice filled eyes narrowing at Dakota's unwavering nature.

"..." Was all that was returned, that glare never changing, never showing signs of submission. His face told the demon lord that he was in immense pain, he was still stupidly trying to hide it. His head was twisted wrong, and the sight made Ghirahim happier, but he was curious if Dakota could talk at this point.

"Looks like you won't be going anywhere for a while. How about I give you till tomorrow morning to decide. Of course I can't have you running off, even if you could." The demon started to rant again, a wicked smile appearing on his face after moments of thought.

Dakota would of jumped or dodged the demon's grasp if he could, but his spinal cord was screwed up, uhhh so foolish again! Dakota surely wasn't used to fighting opponents that had actual hands, let alone magic.

Ghirahim snagged Dakota's neck, causing him to form a delightful pain filled face. Now the demon was dragging him, to where he could not see.

Next he heard the famous snapping of fingers, diamond chains snaking around his entire body. The chains had sprouted out of the ground, which was a rock. The demon just invented a new kind of prison, one that the captive could literally see and touch the freedom just out of reach.

"There, now you can't go anywhere!" The lord said contently, flicking his curtain hair out of his face only to have it fall back. "I'll stop by tomorrow!" The demon nearly squealed with excitement.

"Do watch him my minions. I'd be disappointed if you lost him." Ghirahim said with malice. His words made the remaining bokoblins flinch. They knew the cost for failing.

All too soon the famous lord snapped his fingers, vanishing in his usual diamond manner.

Dakota could see a few bokoblins from the corner of his eyes, they were laughing at him! They were mocking him! He wanted nothing more than to rip them apart.

The bokoblins started to set up a makeshift camp, and just wandered around. Dakota couldn't even call that scouting, let alone patrolling. As to why Ghirahim kept them was beyond him.

Sadly he was chained to a rock, neck still broken, even worse he was under the shade of a tree. So no faster healing. Every now and then he'd get poked by a bokoblin or two, but they easily lost interest when no sound was made from the beast.


As dusk began to show itself, the bokoblins made a fire, luckily it was within range of Dakota so he could feel at least some heat. He dared not sleep, he couldn't trust these stupid demons to keep guard, let alone defend him if something came.

He was a sitting duck, nothing he could do about it now. Instead of sleeping he went into thinking, tactics,moves,plans, and the choice Ghirahim had given him. He didn't know who this spirit maiden was but she sounded important, and she must know Link if Ghirahim knew about her. It was very possible the youth knew this maiden.

Given Dakota's die-hard nature he'd never allow the demon lord to get his hands on someone innocent. And Ghirahim must of realized that. His damned kind, selfless nature was his character flaw. Heck he'd even risk his life for enemies.

At this point Dakota realized giving in to his dark power wouldn't be such a bad idea by now. No he can't think that! Everything would be doomed, even himself.

At some point he fell asleep from the excess thinking, not even caring anymore at this point. The fact that he fell asleep would of surprised him, it was nothing like him. He gladly welcomed the darkness of unconsciousness.

It was dark all around, this was something Dakota WAS used to. This time it was different, it seemed to be more... peaceful. Luckily his broken neck didn't follow him to his unconscious world.

Not a few seconds into this state and something was already showing up. Blinding light caused Dakota to flinch and use one of his wings to cover his face. The light died down quickly, but it was still there.

Looking back to where the action started, he was surprised to see a girl, maybe about Link's age. She had very blonde hair. Blue eyes much like the hero's. She wore a dress, maybe a gown at most. This girl seemed so peaceful. It calmed him, and he immediately felt the urge to show his respect.

Why would he do that? Was she of high ranking? One that was higher than a ruler. Even with theses questions racing in his mind, he still felt like he was nothing compared to her. His green eyes looked into her own blue eyes.

The child's patience was acceptable, she simple stood there, waiting for the beast to react. Dakota felt a godly presence from her, it reminded him of his brother's creator, the god of the heavens. Thought Dakota does not belong to the heavens, he still has deep respect.

Thus he bowed, spreading his wings out for emphasis, taking a moment to remain fully bowed before the girl. "There is no need for that." The child spoke with confidence, yet her voice remained cheerful.

Standing up quickly Dakota remained silent, his head inclining as a sign of respect still. "I know about Ghirahim's deal. I hate to ask this of you, but you can't hand me over to him. He will revive his master Demise." She spoke with guilt laced in her words

Dakota remained emotionless until she finished. "I wasn't planning on letting that happen. However someone has to take their place. I've already considered the options. I have no intention of letting Ghirahim to you. You are safe." Dakota said quickly, making sure to reassure the girl.

The girl looked so much more relaxed now that she had her answer. "Thank you." She stated, holding her hands together with a hopeful expression. "I don't think we had introductions. I am Zelda." The girl smiled happily, closing her eyes in the process.

"Dakota.. Might I ask why you possess the aura of a deity?" Dakota said in a hushed tone. Taking steps closer, getting a better look at her. Zelda appeared surprised. "Why, have you met one?" She said coyly.

"Once or twice." Dakota said, letting a fake smile appear, he had no reason to smile for real, but this action should cause harmony and less tension. "I am the re-incarnation of the goddess. What are you? I'm sure what ever you are isn't supposed to be here." Zelda said skeptically, taking a step back out of caution.

"I am a dakotian. Lord Dakota is my full title, I prefer lord over king." Dakota chuckled to himself, taking his strong eyes off the girl. "I am no angel, but I try my best." he continued to speak, taking a graceful bow out of habit. This was a goddess, and he needed to show respect.

"Your majesty." Zelda said gently, taking in a lady like bow. "I'm afraid I can't stay here for long. I hope to meet you in person. Do take care of my friends. It would mean a lot." She replied to herself.

"I will do my best." Dakota said grimly, not liking the fact that he would certainly get tortured to death, but hey, death wasn't that bad when your brother was there to bring you back. Still death had lasting effects. Ones that he'd rather not mention. He did loose power those times. Maybe that was why he kept failing to defeat the blasted demon lord.

Suddenly everything went pitch black, Zelda was gone, the light vanished, everything black. And at this point he felt like he was being pulled to consciousness again.