I wake up in pitch black darkness, I can fell the lightened weight of not having my full plate mail on, that damn Ghirahim telling me to not bring it with me, and my broadsword is nowhere to be found. "Stop moving around you insect," It's Ghirahim, standing with his back to me, looking around the dark room we are in, "apparently, this Ganondorf fellow doesn't take kindly to other men arriving in his fortress unannounced." Now I remember, we had just arrived outside of the fortress this morning, and Ghirahim had attempted to talk to the women guarding the fortress, and then I woke up here. "These women are quite strong, we should, hopefully, get them as well as this Ganondorf," Ghirahim is pacing around the room, "Why don't you just teleport us out of here like you got us to the Great Bridge?" I ask him still just sitting against the wall, not moving, "Because you idiot, these people have some sort of barrier preventing me from using any of my own magic," Ghirahim, who is barely visible in the light that peeks in through a window about ninety feet up, turns to face me, "and they are good craftswomen, there is no feasible way out of this room, other than that window, but like I said before I can't use my magic," his left hand is against his chin while he wanders the room looking for another way out of this room. "Did they throw us down here from up there?" I say looking up at the window, "How did I.." Ghirahim cuts me off with a wave of his hand, "Magic, idiot," as he continues walking through the room. "Hmm, I have no way out of this mess, I suppose we just wait for now and see if we can get an audience with that bastard Ganondorf." Ghirahim walks next to me, and sits down, "Korda what the hell was that back there," his obsidian eyes piercing through me, "What do you mean, Demon Lord?" I avert my eyes, his gaze is way to intense for me. "we got here, I called out, and then you fell over," His hand lifts my face to meet his gaze, and as if he could read my mind, "I told you that gaudy plate mail that you wear wouldn't have done anything to help you," I try to avert my eyes, but he holds my head in place, "Why did Lord Demise send you with me, you weak-willed human," he shoves my face away from his gaze, as I look one more time around the room for something, anything. I feel the sharp point of my dagger, concealed in my boot, "I think I have any idea Demon Lord," I stand up and start to unfasten the chains that are hanging from the walls. "What the hell are you doing human, there is no way you can throw that chain hard enough to get up to that window up there, especially without Demise's help," I ignore the jabs that Ghirahim is throwing at me, I need to get out of here, and get Ganondorf's help, maybe he can overthrow Demise, where I couldn't. "Good, just enough chain," I grabbed all the chains lying about and hooked them together, equaling about one hundred feet in length, I pull out my dagger and hook one end of the chain to it. "I won't give up like you just because I don't have magic, Demon Lord Ghirahim," I spit his honorific out, trying to sound condescending as I start spinning the chain with the dagger at the end of it and loosing it. It fell short, and Ghirahim laughs from behind me, "See you pitiful human, you can't get out of here," I block out the rest of what he is saying as I try again, this time the dagger sticks into the stone frame of the window. "Hah!" Teach you to look down on humans, you damned Demon. I tug on the chain, testing to see if it can hold my weight, it doesn't come loose. "See even humans can do things your precious magic can't," I say to him as I start pulling myself up the chain. "Hmph," is all I hear from below me, before I clear the window sill.
