I wasn't really sure what was going on at the moment. I remembered was Malon taking out a feather and saying something about Naryu, and then there was a big flash...I was still in the small tomb, but Malon and the necromancer were gone. And there was a big hole in the ceiling. It was raining, clouds encompassed the entire sky from what I could see. No light was getting in, save for a few chance flashes. I had thought they were from lightning bolts, though not the natural kind.

I returned to ground level to see a fight I would not soon forget. A girl I had previously thought helpless was now flying in the sky on two angelic wings swinging around a zweihander of all things! The other man had a similar pair of wings, though black and not white, they seemed to be bat wings. They flew around every which way in a dazzling display of combat, each somehow managing never to land a blow on the other. Every time Malon met swords with the man, her own sword sparkled with wayward bolts of electricity, which were met with small tendrils of darkness that wrapped around the man's own sword.

Suddenly, Malon pulled back and pointed her blade accusingly at the man, and in a flash, a full-fledged thunderbolt had come and gone. The attack itself lasted only a fraction of a second, however the blue trail it left behind showed the path it took, from the tip of the angel's blade all the way to the man's previous position. The trail split into many smaller lines there, going around where he had been. The dark warrior was now extremely high in the air, and plummeting fast with his sword below him.

Though he did have wings, at the speed he was falling, it was impossible to control his flight. Malon simply pulled back a bit, and the necromancer helplessly fell in front of her. With perfect timing, she thrust her weapon out in front of her as her opponent was directly in front of her, and became a blur as she executed an amazing combo that carried the man across the sky, before she made a short pause to raise her sword. With a cry of "Alexandrite!" she threw it down again and there was a flash.

The light lasted a while longer than the thunderbolt, but when it finally dimmed out I was amazed to see none of the land below had been harmed. With the way she had thrown her blade down, I would have expected the blast to go straight down. Judging from the fact that her opponent was no longer there, I assumed he had dodged it. Though I did question the nature of the attack, it didn't seem quite strong enough to cause a man of his power to simply cease to exist.

My fears were confirmed as the man emerged from a swirling dark orifice that had appeared in the sky above Malon. He tried a downward attack again, although this time he controlled his fall more to the point where he was able to come to a complete halt directly above her. He brought his blade down. She brought hers up. They were trapped in a deadlock for what seemed like hours. Their auras, even, ran against each other in the sky in a storm of white and black.

Finally, the man batted Malon's sword away and took a swing.

I almost flew up to block it for her. But from the colorless fissure between their two auras, I could see that it was no use. This was a battle between light and darkness. The two supreme elements of creation and destruction. A being of any other nature had no place here. If I went, I would be obliterated by their mere presence. I had no choice but to sit and watch.

Malon was gone. The dark man looked just as surprised as I was. Then I realized the look he had wasn't one of astonishment, it was one of pain. I noticed the ethereal blue trail left behind by one of Malon's thunderbolts just before it faded into the colorless sky. Now that they had stopped moving, I recognized the runes on the man's armor as protection from light, not lightning. The metal plating made him a target for thunder attacks.

As he slowly began to sink from the skies, the storm between the dark and light in the sky began to shift drastically. The inky blackness slowly retreated and then was eventually blown away as the bright light cascaded over the man like a tidal wave. But when it had cleared I saw that the darkness had not simply faded away into nothingness, but had been concentrated in front of the man as a shield. The last remnants of it peeled away to reveal a terrible storm in the sky. The energy released from their battle had caused winds to swirl around into a hurricane, and I was lucky to be in the eye of it. I couldn't see the village from here, but chances are it's destroyed by now. But if the hurricane increased to such a size fast enough that Kakariko was safely nestled within the eye before it reached lethal strength, areas as far away as Malon's ranch and the castle were in danger of destruction.

The dark man pointed his sword upwards and muttered something I didn't recognize. His free hand lit up with purple electricity, and when Malon came back into view, he thrust it in her direction immediately. She did the same, and then they were gone. I saw the dim blue trail from where Malon's bolt had been, but it met with an equally dim purple one, that continued to where her opponent had been. It was Pravus, negative energy channeled into electricity. For every light attack Malon had, he had an evil equivalent.

They both disappeared again, and soon the sky lit up with flashes from both the storm's thunder and that of the opposing forces that darted around under the clouds. The Angel and the Demon both met in a fantastic flash of power that was unrivaled in anything I had ever read about. But the man suddenly stopped moving, and despite their speed, stopped one of Malon's thunderbolts with his hand. Stunned, she stopped, and he took this opportunity to fly up to her and strike her in the chest with his free hand.

"Enchain: Lightning!"

Lines drew themselves about in the air, shining with a rainbow-esque candescence. The lines slowly began to move about, assembling themselves around the man's hand, marking Malon's chest with a glowing sigil that depicted four pentagrams facing in each of the cardinal directions with a lightning bolt in the middle.

Malon stumbled back, trying to counter with a thunderbolt, but nothing came out. Her electrical attacks were sealed off and the man's armor protected him from light attacks. Malon was limited to strikes with her sword. But as the man himself pulled back, I saw the same sigil embedded on his palm. In order to seal off Malon's electrical assault, he had to seal away his own.

Despite this, the man cackled evilly and flew backwards. With each flap of his wings, a spinning blade of purple air formed in front of him. Three blades of cutting miasma whipped through the air towards the stunned angel, but she quickly regained composure and struck one with her sword. It reversed direction, slamming into the one behind it with frightening accuracy. However, she failed to anticipate the third. It sliced through her left wing, which immediately dispersed into small particles of light that faded into the swirling sky above them. With only one wing, she lost balance and plummeted toward the ground.

Then she stopped. Small particles of light began to pour forth from all the gravestones, as the souls sealed there offered their energies. All of the righteous souls trapped here by the man's dark bindings gave all they could to the young angel. Spiritual matter clustered around Malon's back, and soon, with the help those who could not be seen, a shining white wing formed to compliment the other. To finalize it, seven small orbs of light emerged from my own self to form the final feather.

She ascended, holding her sword up high and proclaiming her faith.

"All that is, all that was, all that will be!" She began, "Creation empowered by creation! No longer shall the clouds enshroud all the three gods have made! Din! Farore! Naryu! By the land and the sea and the sky, lend me the sacred blade to destroy the darkness before me!"

She pointed her sword in front of her, which immediately grew another foot, and became about three times as wide at the base, the blade slowly converging on a point at the tip in a steep triangular shape. The hilt itself grew wings and a halo formed around it. A bluish-whitish, crystalline blade sat upon a hilt only to be held by the most divine of beings.

"Rakuen!"

The man paid her new weapon no mind, sending more blades of defiled air at the young angel. He made sure to send an odd number, hoping he could get another hit the same way as before, but it didn't work as Malon simply disappeared and reappeared behind the man to avoid them altogether. He turned around, meeting her blade as if it was no different than before. Small tendrils of darkness began to come out of the black sword's hilt, wrapping up the blade and spiraling off, wildly whipping around the air, slowly forming a dark cage around Malon.

However, she simply raised her sword, and the entwining darkness was obliterated. The dark man himself was blinded by the attack, and Malon took this chance to bring the blade down on his head. The man's helm cracked, and then broke. As the shattered helmet rained down to reveal the man's face, Malon's eyes widened. She flew back, and steadied herself, but he stance was still shaky. The man's face instilled a horrible fear within her.

When he looked up, I saw the face myself. It didn't look at all frightening to me. In fact, he looked a rather handsome young man. His hair, no longer influenced by the helmet, fell down the back of his armor freely. His hair was green, though a darker shade than Saria's was, straight and surprisingly long, going almost down to his waist.

"You…" She said, trembling. She righted herself again to stop herself from shaking and pointed her sword at him. However, soon she started shaking again, putting both hands on her sword and lowering it a little.

"Come now, don't give me that." The man grinned, "You should be happy when you're reunited with such an old friend."

Malon pointed her sword at him, trying to send a lightning bolt his way, but the seal on her chest lit up instead. She winced in pain from the backlash from the unreleased energy, remembering her lightning attacks were sealed off. By the time she looked up, the man was gone. He reappeared behind her, gently putting an arm around her shoulder.

"That was kind of mean." He said with mock sadness. Malon almost immediately spun around with intent to behead him, but the man was instantly on the other side of her again. He was probably about to say something else, but he failed to notice Malon hadn't stopped spinning with her sword. Completing a full 360 degrees, she hit him in the side with her blade, and used the opening to unleash a devastating white light.

When I could see again, the man was still trying to regain his composure after the attack, confused as to why his protection from light didn't defend him. Raising his blade again, he charged at Malon, who simply brought her sword up to block it as though she were blocking a wooden stick. The dark man's sword simply bounced off the blade. Malon had stopped shaking. She didn't even flinch at the man's attack.

"Even in the darkest hour of night," she explained, "the moon will light the path for those who walk it."

Finally, I realized why Malon's attack had hurt him, even though he had protection from light. Malon was using moonlight, not quite light but not quite darkness. Despite his armor's protection from light, and his innate resistance to darkness as a necromancer, he still had a weak spot.

For the first time, I saw the man's eyes show fear.

Malon flew towards the man, taking a controlled swing with her sword. The man quickly flew backwards to dodge it, sending another blade of darkened air in the process. Malon simply moved a bit to the right and continued her assault. The man could only go farther and farther back, sending wave after wave of blades of defiled air that never hit. Even as they zoomed through the air, they no longer seemed to have an axis, spinning around uncontrollably. Malon had struck so much fear into his heart that he could no longer control his own attacks. Malon, on the contrary, looked calm to the point where it was almost frightening. The same cold, apathetic, almost aristocratic look on her face never seemed to change as she unleashed her power.

Her opponent, however, was only getting more and more afraid. I couldn't tell if he was just barely dodging Malon's sword, or if she was simply toying with him. It was almost like a child playing with a toy, having fun but not wanting to admit it, covering his joy with a bored, uncaring face. The dark knight suddenly began trying to force Malon back with his own sword, launching a barrage of random, uncontrolled strikes. The angel moved no more than her wrist to block the attack, and after a while decided to use one of the many openings in his flurry to knock him further back. Before the man was even in movement from her attack, Malon was already behind him.

The man noticed Malon wasn't in front of him anymore, and was startled when he turned around to find her right there behind him. He edged back, but Malon offered no immediate offense. The man took a swing, but he only cut air as he spun around to see that Malon had teleported behind him yet again.

"Our guide in darkness…"

The man recognized it as the beginning of another incantation, and quickly flew forward to stop it. However, once again, he hit nothing. Looking to his right, he saw Malon there, but when he tried to cut her again, she simply disappeared and reappeared somewhere else. No matter how fast the man went, he was unable to catch her. She simply moved and continued her spell.

"To those lost in the night…the goddesses extend this light…a light within the darkness…neither one nor the other…superior, yet inferior to both…It cannot be taken…It cannot be rejected…only accepted…"

The man made one final rush at Malon, who made no attempt to dodge. She only brought up her sword to block. The man desperately tried to force a blow, but Malon simply pushed his sword downwards. Putting both hands on the hilt of her blade, she brought it back up with a surprising force. It looked almost as though she were slashing it through water, that slight, sluggish resistance that caused her blade to move too slow to hit. The man easily dodged by moving backwards, but then, following the angel's blade came a white, glowing light that almost split the man in half. He dodged it just in time by moving farther back, to see the white light encircle Malon completely, protecting her with a giant glowing white orb in the image of a full moon. As the man began to fly further back to get away from it, Malon slowly came through the bottom of the giant orb, holding it above her head threateningly.

"Illumination."

The orb of light suddenly became more violent, losing its perfect spherical shape to become a vaguely circular ball of destruction. Malon held it out in front of her, letting it burst into thousands of tiny bullets that flew towards the man. He was somehow able to combine deflection with his sword and rapid movement to dodge most of them, but the second one of them hit, he couldn't defend against the next, or the next, or the next. Each bullet relied on the opening from the last to bombard him with a shower of light. For what seemed like forever, the small orbs of white light assaulted the man's armor in an endless stream of moonlight.

When it was over, he simply was still, hovering in the air as if waiting for something to happen. It was then that I realized Malon had dissapeared. He voice echoed throughout the swirling winds...

"Adamant as ever..."

As ever...I was almost positive now these people knew each other...and whatever happened between them was no mere quarrel. This man must have did something to Malon in the past, or vice versa...

"Your sins lay heavy upon you…only true light can vanquish an evil such as yourself."

Malon abruptly appeared next to him, and their blades met. Suddenly, Malon took one hand off the handle of her sword, holding off the dark knight's blade one-handed. She used her free hand to grab hold of the man's shoulder plate, making it so he couldn't escape the coming attack.

"Faith, manifest!"

The second Malon even began the incantation, the dark man's eyes lit up with fear. He knew what was coming next, but thanks to Malon's grip on his armor, he wouldn't be able to get away from it.

"Thy candle to repel darkness!"

The man began jerking wildly, in a vain attempt to free himself from Malon's death grip. Whatever was coming, it was incredibly powerful. I took cover behind a gravestone.

"The Vielle of Naryu to banish all evil!"

The dark man tried lifting his sword to strike her, but his shoulder would not respond. The arm Malon was holding was his sword-arm. He was completely and utterly trapped. He braced for impact.

"All that destroys shall itself be torn asunder!"

The man let out an illegible roar, as the closeness to his own demise spurred a renewal in strength. But it was still to no use. He could only sit and wait as time trudged closer and closer to his end.

"Immerse yourself in your own sin, so that it may be severed from thyself!"

"No!"

Ribbons appeared in the sky, seeming to weave through the air itself as it glimmered with a pristine shimmer, encircling the two bonded fighters. Then, suddenly, they all scattered into tiny particles, like millions of raindrops frozen in midair.

"Scintillate fate, guide those who are lost to the nothingness that consumes their hearts!"

As soon as she finished that sentence, each particle expanded, and became a sword. Thousands of blades littered the sky, and the clouds above opened, allowing a single beam of light to pierce the dark atmosphere. It reflected from the edges of all the blades, forming a dome of brightness that eclipsed the darkness around it.

"Effervescent wings of arcadium, lift thy sin, but forget it not! Suffer all of the pain you have caused!"

The dome of blades offered no escape. Malon let go of the man and disappeared, reappearing outside the shining blades of light. The man inside was doomed. He couldn't even open his eyes amidst the blinding light surrounding him. Two more words, and he would be no more.

"Catharsis Glint!"

The blades all slowly began to converge on their target, one by one gaining speed until they shot forth like bullets. The runes offering him protection of light shone as the swords struck the small sigils that laced his armor. The first blade touched one of the characters, and promptly dissipated. The sigil on the armor was gone as well. As each blade touched the man's plated armor, it connected with one of the runic enchantments on it and both were dispelled. Blades rained down like bullets, and the man's armor was becoming more and more like an ordinary sheet of metal.

As the last blade touched the last magical defense the man had, all he had on was no more protective than the armor worn by the guard at the gate of the village. He himself was unharmed, but had no defenses left. Suddenly, a sword appeared in his chest. Malon, behind him, easily pierced the man's armor with a blade no human-crafted metal could repel. As the dark wings he flew on disintegrated, he slowly sunk from the sky. Malon withdrew her blade and looked down upon him as would a noble look upon a commoner, and in a cold, uncaring voice I never expected to hear from her, she gave him her final thoughts.

"You are forgiven."