Ghirahim stumbled off the steps and caught himself on the mirror, disrupting its spiraling; The pattern stopped as it sank to the ground. He reached up and rubbed his chest, sighing. It didn't hurt so much now, but it was just rather felt like he had an overused muscle.

He reveled in the sight around him, taking in the colors. It wasn't white like inside the Master Sword. The sky was a bright blue, just like it had been before he left. He thought about turning around and asking Fi how long he was unconscious. The thought of the place caused him to abruptly grimace, remembering the prior event. Besides, there was no way on the surface he was going back in there in that moment.

She said I might try to return to Demise as his servant… He growled to himself at the idea, the notion infuriating him. After he tossed me away like that? Like a piece of paper in the wind? I think not. But he still felt sad, and he knew that the initial shock hadn't released its grip on him.

He needed time to recollect his thoughts.

He looked down to the mirror, which he held onto with one of his hands. It had just created memories of hate, and he wanted nothing to do with it. Yet he knew that if he just left it, something awful was bound to happen. He snapped, and it vanished in a cloud full of diamonds. He could easily move it around now, it being within his inventory.

With a glance around, he realized anyone or anything could lurk nearby, and he needed a quiet, secluded area to go to. With a deep breath, he raised his hand into the air and snapped.

Ghirahim reappeared within the thunderhead in the sky field, on a small island. There was a short incline towards the top, and part of a wall composed of two pillars reached across the far side of it. At the top of one column, he sat, and stared off into the distance.

So it's true. He thought to himself. Mast- I mean Demise really did leave me behind, and he's not coming back for me. The thought abruptly saddened him

For over two thousand years, he'd been by the Demon King's side as his loyal servant. Always bending this way and that, trying to please him, Ghirahim did his best. He studied the legacy of the Goddess, and the words about her "chosen hero." He remembers the day very clearly when Demise found the Skyloftian girl to be Hylia.

"Ghirahim!" The voice boomed.

"Y-yes master?" Ghirahim responded, surprised at the abrupt shout.

The tall man let out a guttural laugh. "Look at this!" He pointed to an image in a pool of water. "You see that blond girl?" He burst into laughter again.

"Yes master…?" Ghirahim spoke softly, beginning to worry for his master's state of mind. He peered into the still water, seeing only a small-framed blond child.

"Do you have any idea who she might be?"

"No."

"That bag of flesh is the Goddess Hylia!" Demise barked, then started to chortle again. Another blond child moved into the picture, and poked her shoulder. She spun around and the boy ran off, her tailing behind him.

It took a second for this to sink in for Ghirahim. Then, slowly, a smirk spread across his features. "And the other blond will more than likely be her chosen hero?" He asked, watching the two figures running around together, seeming inseparable.

"Yes. And it will be your job in that future to separate the two and bring the girl to me."

Ghirahim frowned as he remembered the memory. The pool of water… It always foresaw the future several hundred years before it actually happened. It allowed Ghirahim to get a head start on wreaking havoc on the sky child's life.

He leaned his head against the side of the pillar. Things just weren't fair. There were no second chances from his master. Like I did with the boy… He thought, thinking of Link. He even gave the boy three chances, but it didn't succeed. No letting him try to fix anything, evidently. Fail once, and it's all over.

The thought angered him. He slammed his fist on the side of the stone column. He had been ever so clever, trying to free his master. After Hylia sealed Demise at the bottom of the Sealed Grounds, Ghirahim had been devising a plan to free him. That included, many years after, sending out a rare bird to the Skyloftian boy, hoping to ignite jealousy between him and the spirit maiden. When that didn't work, he tried to change a resident there to hate the boy now clad in green, and even gave him the most disgusting hairstyle he could think of. It gave the two no problems.

And when he brought about the storm, the boy had dove to the surface and attempted to free the girl from his clutches. He went through all the troubles Ghirahim had set up for him, slaying enemy after enemy, just to have the girl say she had used him.

The realization sent a guilty pang through him. He was the servant of the Goddess as he had been the servant to the Demon King. More than likely, the sky child would be tossed up and thrown away just as he himself had been. He clenched his hand into a fist. There was no friendship between him and Link, nor would there ever be.

But if not, then why… Why hadn't I killed him when I had the chance? Ghirahim thought glumly. When he was creating the mirror, the boy had attacked him, and he paid no large mind to him. He just continued to toss the boy's blade away. His clenched hand went to his forehead along with the other, and he rubbed his temples. Was it because of Demise's influence? Did the Demon King realize his servant had been too feeble to handle the mirror on his own, and made him succumb to treating the sky child with slight kindness? Did he realize the exertion of creating the portal made his servant weak?

Weak.

He had just called himself weak.

Furious at himself for thinking such thoughts, he widely swept his hand through the air, and watched as the clouds became darker. A loud rumble sounded through the air, and the buckets in the heavens turned over. Almost immediately, a downpour started, soaking him and the land around him. Gritting his teeth, he stretched the storm throughout the thunderhead, and out to the rest of the sky field.

Squinting through the rain, he noticed a large red bird heading his direction. He recognized it to be Link's, and as they got closer, he teleported away to a nearby island. Landing softly on the rock, he crouched down, and watched as the two figures crash landed on the slab of rock. The boy clad in green rolled off the bird as they hit, and the bird was still moving. It slammed its wing against one of the sides of the slope, which caused it to let out a squawk of pain.

Link got up and stood back, looking at his injured bird. Ghirahim saw the boy's face contort with sadness and guilt. He reached into the pouch on his side and brought out a bottle, and emptied its contents onto the bird's wing. Then the boy shivered and sat next to the bird, the rain just pelting him relentlessly.

Raising a hand to his eye, Ghirahim attempted to stop his eye from twitching. What was wrong with him? Was it pity he was feeling? Slamming his fist down against the rock, he let out an angered shout. Luckily, his voice was drowned in the wind. I can't believe myself. He thought angrily. Am I slowly turning more human all because Demise left me in the dust to flail helplessly? No, I'm not. I can be strong without the need to be ordered. I can be free to live as who I am! With that thought running through his mind, without knowing where, he warped away.

Author's note

HAI~! Oh yea… One thing: PLEASE REVIEW!

So, I tried to make Ghirahim seem more… irritable… in this one. I tried to make him not too OOC… So please let me know how I did! Reviews= Turtles, Waffles, Cookies, whatever you want~!