Author's note: I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! (T-T) *wails* School was school, I got writer's block, and then this happened. More explaining, yay! Sorry, but there should still be one more chapter after this before we start our actual adventure.
~Link's POV~
It's daybreak when I arrive home with my unwanted guest in tow. Ghirahim had been silent the entire walk, clearly deep in thought. Pulling out a seat, I then grab the self-proclaimed lord and push him into the seat. Turning around, I grab a book off the bookshelf near the stairs.
Placing "A Century of Peace" in front of the seated sword spirit, I then open the thick volume to the first page. It's a fairly recent publication that details the events of this past century, highlighting the many achievements and advancements our kind has made without the humans attacking us. It also begins by explaining the last battle and how our King was sealed.
"Read." I command.
"Demon lords don't take orders from peasants!" The flamboyant spirit snaps. Even so, he does as told and begins reading. While Ghirahim is busy, I walk up the stairs and silently open Kree's door. My brother is sleeping peacefully, mumbling incoherently while snuggling further into the blankets.
I close the door, glad to know that Kree is still asleep. That will make leaving much easier.
I know the general direction that Zelda was traveling in, and there was only one place that she could be heading towards. The Forest Temple, a dangerous place surrounded by monsters and infested with evil creatures. It is the first of the many trials that need to be conquered in order to be named the king's heir.
Although I'm still unsure as to why my sister is going somewhere so dangerous, I know that I have to follow her. Zelda's magic was of the healing variety, so she's defenseless against monsters.
I can't allow Kree to follow me. Without a master Kree is only at half-strength, making him a liability. We tried fighting together once, but it didn't work out. Our fighting styles are completely different.
But it wouldn't be fair to just up and disappear on my childish brother. Sitting at my brother's desk, I pull a sheet of paper from the drawer and write an explanation for my sudden absence.
My brotherly duty done, I head towards my room. Pajamas are not the best choice for fighting monsters, so I immediately change into my new knight's uniform. I grab the wooden shield from my closet, strap on my potions pouch, and secure my wallet onto the uniform's belt.
Now prepared for the journey ahead, I go back downstairs to find Ghirahim glaring at the book. 'What did the book every do to you?' I wonder as I continue to stare at the other man.
The sword spirit, as if sensing my unspoken question, looks up at me with a scowl.
"His majesty would never do something as idiotic as jump in front of an oncoming spell! He wouldn't have even given the wench enough time to cast it! And how to you explain the fact that I have no recollection of this? I can easily recall the entire battle, but I remember none of this nonsense ever happening!" Ghirahim growls.
'Someone has trust issues.'
Not bothering to make a comment, I go and pull another book off the shelf. Setting "Notable Sword Spirits" on top of the other book, I turn it to page number six hundred sixty-nine.
Another notable sword spirit of noble blood is King Demise's sword spirit. To keep our magicians safe as they cast their spell, he took on a horde of humans and their enslaved monsters. As the knights engaged the other humans and King Demise distracted Hylia, the spirit guarded the entrance to the Sacred Temple where the magicians had gathered.
But even the mighty fall in the face of overwhelming numbers. Although he managed to hold out until the magicians had succeeded, the sword spirit collapsed soon after from his numerous wounds. Asher, in his infinite kindness, took pity on spirit. Asher put the spirit under a deep sleep so that his body may focus on healing. However, no one knew how to awaken the spirit from his slumber.
The decision was made to place his sword form inside the Sacred Temple, so that he could be close to our king. After placing him there, a door appeared, sealing everyone outside. To this day, no demon has succeeded in opening the Sealed Temple. And even though the rest has crumpled away, the walls sealing our lord inside remain standing.
… 'Well I clearly forgot that entire last paragraph. And the fact that the Temple was right next to the Sealed Grounds. But really, how do you write this much about someone yet never once mention their name?'
The demon lord looked ready to argue, so I threw the book at him. He talks too much. I liked it better when he was quiet.
"What in the name of Asher is wrong with you?!" He howls in outrage.
"Forest Temple. Fight Hylia. Join me?" I say in a bored tone. He seems surprised by the question.
'Well the door did magically fade away when I got close, so that must mean something, right?' Instead of saying this, I hold out the black rapier that was still in my hand. He seems to get the message.
"…Fine," He huffs, turning his nose up, "But I will not refer to you as my master, nor shall I consider you to be my master. We are merely cooperating due to our similar goal. Agreed?"
I immediately nod my understanding. No one in their right mind would want a pompous sword spirit as their partner.
