A/N: Really guys? T.T I had to write another chapter to get those last TWO REVIEWS!? 8[] What kind of horrible people are you, anyway?! I give, and I give, and I type until my fingers bleed from the strain of nonstop work, just to please you mindless consumers, and what do I get in return?!

Very little appreciation. T_T

No, you guys are special to me. :3 Every single one of you reading this. But I must admit that I am a little disappointed that you couldn't help me out by those of you who don't normally review to help out a little and give back some of your time. :l

X[] Okay, as an author, that's enough venting my frustration for now. Although more reviews do mean more motivation meaning faster updates and better quality. ;D *hint hint*

Ghirahim's eyes slowly cracked open, revealing the cold, dark world to the demon's deep brown eyes.

The feat of opening his eyes was difficult, as there was a hard substance covering his eyes, much like the crust formed by dried tears. When the demon lord did manage to pry his eyes open, he wiped at them, pulling his hand back and marveling at the sight of flakes of red staining his hands.

Blood…that is what this was. But why would there be blood in his eyes? Ghirahim put a hand to his forehead as he felt a small throbbing there. Immediately, he pulled back. As soon as his hand had come into contact with his sore skin, tendrils of thick pain exploded in his head and fuzz flooded his vision.

And after Ghirahim smoothed his ruffled hair back into place, even the soft white strands made his head pound with the aching twinge.

"I cannot do this…not now." Ghirahim groaned, "Not when I have too much to deal with already…" Beyond the lump on his forehead, Ghirahim could feel something…off about his nose. He gingerly touched the gray flesh of the middle of his face, only to find that part of his face in the same condition of his brow. This though…this could be easily dealt with.

Ghirahim gently placed his fingers into arrangement surrounding his nose. Slowly, as to not hurt himself too much, Ghirahim curled his fingers into a ready position. As quickly as he could, Ghirahim thrust his hand to the left.

A massive snap filled Ghirahim's head, and it was all he could register before the stabbing agony came. Ghirahim felt his head thunk onto the earthy ground, worsening his condition. He let out a marbled moan, his stomach clenching with nausea from all the pain in his skull.

Ghirahim lay there in the grass for quite some time. He felt a desperate need to get up, but he also knew that he couldn't do anything in the state he was in now. He would wait, just for a little while…just until the pain dispersed enough for him to at least get up.

When Ghirahim next opened his eyes, the sky was still dark, and the moon an almost-complete circle overhead. Ghirahim blinked many times, trying to clear his head of the fog that covered his senses.

"I must have fallen asleep…" Ghirhaim whispered his words aloud. Just thinking the words didn't seem right, he felt as if he needed to do something to break this eerie silence. Even if it was just to put his thoughts to words.

Slowly, Ghirahim tried to raise himself from the ground. It seemed that his strength had somewhat returned, as he was able to push himself into a sitting position. Ghirahim attentively touched the bulge located on his forehead. The swelling hadn't gone down much, and the pain was still unbearable to touch.

At least Ghirahim's nose was fixed. He could live with one injury faulting his otherwise flawless face, but two? No, Ghirahim couldn't live with two grievances im-perfecting his appearance. He would not allow himself to be seen that way.

Ghirahim tried to think of what had happened to cause this disarray. He at first had been clouded by too much agony to think clearly, but now that it had dimmed, Ghirahim was able to search his brain with little problem.

Looking back, he remembered stalking something…or someone…he wasn't sure which. He also vaguely remembered a flash of red, and a sweet noise. Although he couldn't recall what that sound had been.

Ghirahim stood, and finding his legs too wobbly to stand on their own, threw himself against a tree to balance himself. He hated this. Truly, hated it. He was weak…he wasn't in complete control…it was as if life itself was taunting him, telling him that he wasn't perfect. Perfect like his master had created him to be.

Ghirahim stared up through the trees at the moon looming above his head. Its silver light shone bright enough that he could see the area around him. It helped that his demon eyes were more sensitive to light than that of a human's, and a human would have haddifficulty perceiving through this darkness.

He thought of Master, and wondered if he had managed to break free of him imprisonment without the help of his servant…it was a large possibility, but even so, that annoying human was still running around, and he would have pushed Master back into place…

NO! Master is not so weak!

Ghirahim cursed himself for doubting his master. The real one. Even if they did look very much alike, Ghirahim didn't hesitate to say that the Link found in this world could defeat Ganondorf if he completely became absorbed in his current task. But in Ghirahim's own time…no, that Link would not be able to defeat Master.

Ghirahim gave one last look to the flattened grass below him where he had passed out from his…assault. He didn't want to be reminded any longer of it. And he was tired of all these conflicting thoughts crowding his brain whenever he had time to let his mind wander.

Allowing an aggravated sigh to escape his lips, Ghirahim started walking towards the edge of the small woodsy area. He was beginning to remember why he had been out here in the first place. He had been looking for something to take his mind off of the present task at hand: taking care of Link and finding Zelda for Ganondorf.

It certainly had seemed simple enough, to go hunting for someone to torment and use for his own sick pleasures, but it hadn't worked out as he had hoped. And that flash of red…it must have been hair. It had to have been. After all, what else could it have been?

Piecing it together from that point on was easy enough. Obviously, Ghirahim had been following someone, he had made a mistake, and they had escaped after…distracting Ghirahim with the spontaneous wounds that appeared on him.

Now the only thing that Ghirahim had to do was find this special someone. Not many people could escape once Ghirahim set them as his target. And those who did aggravated him beyond belief. He would not rest until he found the 'culprit'…

Sheik stared blankly out into Hyrule field, his head feeling numb and heavy. What was his real purpose? It's not as if he was truly helping either party that he had sided to. He hadn't seen or received orders from Ghirahim in days, weeks almost. And Link…was what he was doing for the hero really worth anything? What did he do, teach the boy a song, say words that even his own head feel dizzy, and he planned to do nothing more for him. Sheik wasn't going to risk certain death entering those temples. He had too many of his own problems to deal with…

But what were those, exactly?Sheik didn't even know what his life-long purpose was anymore. Once Ganondorf would be defeated, what would he do? Continue to live on in the background, silently sending whispers of darker days into the throng of the common people?

Sheik wanted to continue on his people's traditions, but the facts were that he and he along was a dying race. The only other remaining Sheikah left was Impa, but she was as good as dead. She had gone into hiding along with the princess, and it was only a matter of time before that beast hiding in Kakariko broke free of its prison. Impa would resume her duty to seal it away again, but the last time she had done that there had been other Sheikah working with her. There was no way she could do it alone, or even with the help of Sheik.

Not that Sheik would be willing to help seal that thing away. He knew that his life would surely end if he tried. And although he wasn't sure what his role in life was, he knew with certainty that he had one. While the goddesses liked to twist the lives of those under them, they were not completely cruel as to make a worthless being. They always had a plan…whether or not the person agreed with their plan was irrelevant. But there was always something.

Sheik turned his gaze to the large, pale moon. Dimly shining on the earth below, it cast its mysterious shadow over the already-dark land. Sheik lived for the moon, he supposed. Its cool, soothing beauty was pleasing and easy to look at; while at the same time difficult to focus on.

The moon reminded him of the past, and of the future. The moon was always changing, and yet it always stayed the same. While its shape changed from night to night, it was never a different moon. Sheik supposed that life, like the moon, always changed, for better or for worse, but it was life. And one was lucky enough to have a life.

And in that life…bad things were going to happen, no matter how hard one tried to stop them. That would never change. There would always be someone facing difficulties that seemed greater than themselves, and even greater than the people around them.

But there would also be good thing that would balance the bad. Many people believed that no good ever came to them, but they didn't see the larger picture. Good happened all around them. People were just too stuck up to see what life had to offer.

When Sheik heard himself mulling over those words, realization hit him like a slap of ice-cold water to the face. He didn't see anything good coming from life, and he had on numerous occasions wished that his life had never been. What kind of person was he, to stoop to such levels of dejection? Sheik didn't understand what he was thinking anymore…nothing made sense to him anymore. He was always contradicting himself, pointing out flaws in other people, and yet refusing to acknowledge those same faults in his own personality…

Sheik started walking towards Ganondorf's Tower. He felt a strange pull towards that area, and Sheik had learned some time ago to listen to the mysterious feelings he received. It always felt like some outside force was directing his feet to move for him in a direction he didn't understand. And when he got there, he still didn't understand why he was there. But always, some situation appeared before him that he knew that if he hadn't been there, horrible things would have ensued.

More so than they already were in the world around him.

A/N: BAM! 8[] See what I did there? :j I totally just CHANGED THE WAY I DO THOUGHT READINGS! May all of your minds be blown by my awesome power. o_o

Is there some kind of law against chainging your writing style and techniques in the middle of a story? e.e Because if so, I'm willing to go to author prison for this! 8[]
But I'm not just going to hand myself over like some wimp. o_o *packs bags for Caribbean and puts on mysterious detective-hat and mustache* They have to find me first! 8D *runs*