A/N: Hello! God I'm FINALLY updating! Wow, I just needed to get that out of my system. Now that I have the chance there is someone I like to apologize to "Anonymous Malink". He/she told me of some things that he/she thought I should fix. I told Him/her that I would look it over, but haven't yet. Don't think that I'm ignoring what you said, because I'm not. I haven't really had the time to correct any of my mistakes yet. But sometime in the future I definitely will and yours will be the first that I deal with!

Now there is just one more thing I like to say. My story's celebreating its tenth chapter!! That's totally astonishing since I didn't think that people would like it this much!! I'm truly grateful to you all, and further more, there will be a hole lot of chapters to follow.

Oh and yeah, while I have it in mind, should chapter nine be rated M or not? I didn't say anything about it since I don't know the line between T and M. I would be happy if someone could inform me of this. Thanks in advance.

Now enjoy!

Malon's walk turned out to be endless. There seemed to be no end.

Her foot had lost its sense of feeling. Her skirt had gotten thorn in various places. Something seemed to follow Malon. She could hear its heavy breathing.

Malon walked in silence. She hadn't uttered a word after meeting the girl.

The dense mist appeared to cease as Malon approached to a specified clearing. Somehow Malon felt drawn to its light.

A murmur came from the light. It spoke to her. What was said was hard to decipher. But a strong whispering was there.

Malon walked closer. She wanted to explore the pure shaft of light. A ray of dust waltzed around in the golden light. She stretched out her hand, breaking the light with her fingertips. Quite suddenly, as the light had met her hand, her skin began clearing. It became pale.

Malon withdrew her hand quicker then a child who's hand first discovered fire. She studied her hand. A thought that doubted what really happened, penetrated Malon's mind. She reached her hand out toward the light again. Just to clarify.

As her hand met the fair light, it turned into the same tint of pale, perhaps even the same shade that it had been before, before all this began and she was home.

"No." Malon finally spoke. "It can't do this. Not to us."

"… Come," the light murmured. "Come to me." It sounded like a woman's voice, it was calm.

"Witch," Malon hissed back.

The light came to dampen and sounds around it seemed to hush down after this. For a fleeting second Malon could have sworn she saw the ray of dust … transform? It had the shape of a woman. Malon blinked. Seconds passed and she opened her eyes. It had disappeared, vanished. Malon felt how she began to un-tense, but stiffed up only seconds later.

"Come." The voice had picked up once more. "Come to me."

Malon hoisted an eyebrow. There was something about the strong, dazzling light that caught her eye.

The dancing dust took the shape of a woman, the one Malon saw earlier, only it was closer this time. A hand spread out from the shaft. It got a hold of Malon's wrist and yanked her into the light.

Malon felt the light throughout her. Cleansing her, holding her. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the sudden and forceful pain.

Malon tried to wrench her hand away from the dust-shaped woman's grip. "Let me go," she pleaded. "… it hurts."

"I know." The voice sounded soothing. "Try and relax. Do not fight it …you have nothing to fear."

Malon's breathe hitched. If it was from the rising pain or from her astonishment of the fact that a dust-shaped woman just dragged her into the shaft, Malon did not know. Tears began to blur her vision.

"Please…" Malon tried to withdraw her hand.

The dust-shaped woman pulled her closer. "I know how it feels," she said. "Almost like the life is squeezed out of you, am I correct?"

Malon closed her tear filled eyes, nodding still.

"I see." The woman seemed thoughtful. "It is doing you well then."

"… well?" Malon panted.

"Yes. This means my powers are working, it is important that we speak but we do not have much time, there are so many strong forces here." Malon opened her eyes. She saw a clear shape of the woman that stood before her. She was dressed in a silk white dress made for a goddess. "Malon." The woman bent down. Malon realized that she was lying on the ground. "If I am not wrong, the pain should have repelled?"

Malon could not suppress the shocked gasp that escaped her. "How did you …"

"Malon, do you not feel as if a weight's been lifted from your shoulders?"

Strangely Malon found herself nodding. First now Malon could feel how different from her old self she had been, she did feel free but her memories from what had happened was blurred. She knew what she had experienced but it was almost as if she …or rather her spirit, if referring to it as such, had been a passive observer of what had happened. She remembered feeling drained, weakened and then suddenly nothing, her pain was gone. Malon lifted her head toward the woman;" I do."

The woman smiled brightly now showing her true form. A form Malon seemed to know, a feeling presented itself … it felt warm. She propped herself up with her elbows. "Link," she said. "I'm sorry but when I looked at you ... I …I see him."

This only made the woman smile vivid. "My name is Marin."

Malon frowned. "I'm not familiar with that name."

The woman became silent. She looked into Malon's eyes, showing a proud yet peaceful side of herself.

"The friend of whom you've referred to … I am his mother."

Of course. Of course she must have been. Who else? The resemblance was striking. They owned the same lip and nose. Eyes even. Everything started to fall into place. There was just one thing. "You're red headed."

"I know." Marin agreed. "Link's father was a fond of red, much like his son."

Malon blushed. "You know about that." It was strange but somehow Malon didn't mind much that she did know about her and Link, she found herself at ease around Link's mother.

"There are very few things I do not know of, Malon." A serious shape now took place in Marin's beautiful facial features. "I even know of your fate."

"Fate?" Malon echoes.

"I beg you to forgive me but what I see troubles me some." Marin looked away. "I am not fond of what I have seen."

Malon let a hand go through her hair. "Why?"

"Fate can always change," Marin continued, not paying any heed to Malon's question. "One destiny is chosen to all, but that doesn't mean it is how your life will come to place. It is changeable.

"For some fate is changed for the worse, caused to die at a young age. But does that truly mean that their death was righteous even though it was destined?" Marin's eyes met Malon's. "There are people who are alive and who some might say deserve death. At times more so than those who have already had their lives taken away from them."

"I don't follow …?"

Marin shook her head. "I am glad." She stood up and handed Malon her hand. "Let us take a walk," she said.

XxXxXx

Marin led Malon into a garden. There was a small gravel path lingering between deluges of bushes in different height and shapes. The trees that blocked the skies before seemed to die out the further they walked onto the small path and the moon could be seen towering the sky.

The moon's silver luminosity shun down on a bigger pond that opened up in front of Malon's eyes. The moon's round image was reflected in the water, making it sparkle like a diamond.

Malon, could not, with any of the words she knew of, describe the gardens beauty.

"Beautiful is it not?" Marin said, as if she could read Malon's mind.

"Very."

"It makes me think that in the most desperate of times not all the worlds hope is lost." Marin saw Malon's attempt to walk towards the pond. She got a hold of her arm. "Stay close to me," Marin explained as she observed Malon's astonished face. "I do not wish for it to return yet, there are still things at this stage only this part of your being is ready to hear."

Malon placed herself closer to Marin. "It?"

Marin nodded. "That thing, which previously bestowed you, my powers shields it out." Marin gave Malon a quick look. Marin seemed worried by it. "Its presence is still within you."

"What do you mean 'within me'?" Malon tried to gain eye-contact. "I thought whatever it was, that it would be gone."

Marin shook her head, making time stand still as she avoided meeting Malon's puzzled face. "Here my powers are not strong enough."

"Here?" Malon felt confused and began to feel tired of all unanswered questions. "Marin you're making no sense."

Marin gave out a still-full sigh. Her gaze went over to the glistering pond. Something was lurking underneath the blue water, sending ripples on the surface. "This place, do you know what it is?" Malon shook her head. "It is called the realm between realms." Marin placed some strands of her long hair behind her ear. "Here people come when they died too early for their time. Leaving them unable to do or tell of something that they know they should have."

"You mean that they are living dead?" Malon asked feeling a cold chill run alongside her spine.

"No." Marin met Malon. "They are what I can only describe as restless spirits … not zombies." She said with a smile easing up the tension if ever so little.

Malon's mind thought back to the ghostlike girl and goosebumps covered Malon's body. "Spirits?"

"Spirits," Marin confirmed. "Every day they walk in this realm. Writhing in agony for something they did or could not do. They are experiencing the pain and agony of the actions in which they are here held. Their memories torment them for as long as they stay in this world, re-living the same event for each passing day."

Malon mused over this for a while. A thick silence was left between the two women.

"You mean that the spirits do the same thing every day …forever, they re-live one single moment?" She placed a hand on her chin in a thoughtful manner. "Like a procedure of some sort?"

"Yes."

"Then how can you break that procedure? Make them stop?" Malon wished to know.

Marin shrugged her shoulder looking fiercely tormented concerning this subject. "If there is a way, I am not aware of it."

"Maybe I can …," Malon did not finish her sentence. She didn't have to. Marin knew what she wanted to say.

"I trust that too." Another silence grew between them, before Marin broke it. "What is now present in you, the darkness you have experienced; it is a fiend. A powerful force that you always had with you, only now it has once again awakened in you …here, in this world. That is why it here feels as if it consumes you. Do not be afraid, it is a part of you and it is a fast learner," Marin enlightened.

"A part of me!" Malon turned to face Marin. She was too shocked to believe it. "Me, was I … that thing. Was that who I was, what I was?! It couldn't be."

"No, it can't be!"

"But it is. It is a part of who you are." Marin did not meet Malon's stare. "I know it must be hard to first now finally discover who you are …to see. But the life you have lived up till now in the other world is also forever part of who you are"

"What are you saying?!" Malon began backing away from the glowing woman.

"Malon you must not go beyond the light!" Marin yelled to no avail. Malon had already set a foot outside the golden light. She began feeling pain emit through her sides.

Her vision became blurry.

"Don't do that to us ever again!" The snake like voice whispered inside her head. "We shall never be separated! Don't do that to us again!"

"Ever again! Us will never allow it."