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I'm as likely to own LoZ as the Great Fairies of OoC, MM, and HW are to ever, in any incarnation or update, not be freaky.

Twi

"Hello Ghirahim."

"Aw, I was really hoping for a reaction this time," Ghirahim murmured into my ear. "Oh well. To be honest, your stoic response is rather... thrilling as well." His voice dropped to a whisper. "All the more fun to break. After I kill all the rest of you, that is."

"Ghirahim! Get away from Twi!" Sky snarled. While I had been distracted, Sky had pulled the Master Sword from the pedestal and now brandished it at Ghirahim.

"If it isn't my favorite sky child," Ghirahim drawled. He teleported away from me and rematerialized behind Sky.

As soon as he did, Sky turned with pinpoint accuracy and swung directly at the demon's head. Ghirahim just barely caught the blade before it connected. He pulled back quickly as his hand smoked a little.

Ghirahim eyed Sky over the collar of his cloak. "Somebody's been improving, I see. You might even reach my level of skill with a blade one day. I'll be sure to kill you before then."

Sky lifted an eyebrow. "Huh. The way these guys were carrying on, I was expecting you to be more creepy than ever. Tch. You're losing your touch, Ghirahim."

Ghirahim's eye twitched. "I am not creepy! I am FABULOUS! I am the most insanely attractive being ever to exist in the world!"

Sky shrugged. "You keep telling yourself that."

Ghirahim fumed, his surroundings darkening with his expression as he muttered to himself.

"Hey, Sky?" Wind asked, "Why does the demon creep care when you call him creepy? I mean, we've been calling him that this whole time and he didn't really react."

Sky pulled a face. "I don't think you want to know."

Wind (being Wind) couldn't keep his mouth shut. "I do want to know though!"

Ghirahim pulled himself out of his ranting to himself. "You want to know, Hero of Winds? I'll certainly tell you. It's because you're insignificant. I simply don't care what happens to you or what you do as long as you die in the end. It takes a lot to impress me and you simply don't cut it. It takes remarkable power and talent, like the Heroes of Twilight and Time and the sky child." Ghirahim scoffed. "A pathetic little boy like you is a sad excuse for a Chosen Hero."

Wind looked at Ghirahim blankly.

Then he crossed his arms. "Well I don't care much about you, either. You're annoying. You keep acting like you're so powerful when last time we met all it took was Midna's hair to knock you out. I don't want to 'impress' you and I don't care if I'm 'insignificant' to you. I am Hylia's Chosen Hero and bear the Triforce of Courage. What should I care what a sword thinks about me?"

My eyebrows nearly shot off my head in surprise. I never expected that to come out of Wind.

The others, even Zelda, seemed to be equally surprised.

Ghirahim, on the other hand, was deadly quiet. "So," he uttered, "you know about that, do you?"

World walked over to Wind and crossed his arms. "Yeah, we know all about you. You're just a sword spirit who can't handle the thought of getting beaten."

"You know nothing about me," Ghirahim snarled. His face contorted in rage as he continued. "Do you know the pain of hopes betrayed? Of existing for countless aeons with nothing but boredom with a side of disappointment and despair every few centuries? Do you know the madness of absolute, never ending defeat?"

Ghirahim teleported over to a circle inscribed upon the floor. "I heard Hylia tell you of my master's curse. Of the desolation he sought to visit upon those with the blood of the Goddess and the spirit of the Hero." He licked his lips. "I reveled in the mere thought of it. The fear and defeat that would overcome both of my enemies for all of eternity! It was my dearest hope. For centuries, I was locked in my sword form, sealed in the Shadow Temple by that wretched servant of Hylia and her descendants. But that was fine. I could still sense the curse moving to destroy my enemies. The first time it arose, I rejoiced at the thought imminent doom."

The sword spirit turned to glare at us with one eye. "But the focus of the curse was defeated by the Goddess and the Hero. I thought to myself, 'It's merely a setback. Surely the curse will prevail next time'. And when the curse arose once more, it was stronger than before. But it was again defeated. The cycle repeated again and again and again, eventually even in parallel realities. I kept hope for a long time. But finally... I realized the curse would never succeed. My master, the Demon King himself, had failed."

Ghirahim teleported onto the raised platform where Zelda had sat earlier. He glared down at us, utter insanity and rage burning in his eyes. "So I decided to succeed where he had failed. I would be the bringer of ruin to the Goddess and the Hero. I would have my revenge! Even if it means destroying this world. Even if time itself must die - I will win!"

"Well that's a lame plan," Wind commented. "What's the point if you don't survive?"

"Wind," Zelda said softly, "you don't understand. As a sword spirit, Ghirahim can survive the end of the world by going into another dimension. But if the world is destroyed..."

"Yes," Ghirahim crowed, "This space will become part of the Void. Part of my master's domain!"

"That sucks. This might seem harsh, but if we're all dead, why do we care if it becomes the Void?" World asked.

Zelda looked at him seriously. "Because most of the people of this world, from all eras and parallel dimensions, won't be dead. Everything will become paradoxical, causing Hyrule to collapse into the Void. Through the paradoxes, many would survive and be stranded in Demise's realm."

"Forever?" Wind asked.

Time shook his head. "Time does not exist in the Void. They would be there beyond forever. The closest concept I can describe it as is that they'll be trapped there for infinity."

"Well we'll just have to stop you right now!" my shadow yelled as Midna popped out and glared at Ghirahim.

Sky's mouth fell open. "Wha-"

"I'll explain later. Just accept it for now." Zelda interrupted.

Ghirahim smirked. "I admire your pluck, Twili, I'll give you that. But I'm afraid I don't have time for that right now," he sighed as he turned away from us. "In fact, I've got all the information and resources I need to end everything."

Zelda's eyes widened and she gasped slightly.

Ghirahim glanced back over his shoulder with a smirk. "Thank you, spirit maiden, for showing me the Moment I need. See you in the void!" He teleported over to the front of the weird gear thing.

"No!" Zelda gasped. She gathered light in her hands which somehow turned into a bow and arrows made of light. She ran to get a clear shot and loosed.

Ghirahim teleported out for a second so that the arrow passed through where he had been. With a final smirk at us, he touched the front of the thing. The purple surface rippled and disappeared, revealing absolute blackness. Then with a rippling sound, a twisted path made of turning gears appeared. Ghirahim teleported through it. A few seconds later, the purple face reappeared like nothing had happened.

"This isn't good." Time stated.

I snorted. "No kidding."

"Uh... what just happened?" Wind asked.

Zelda stared at the strange thing. Without turning around, she said, "This is the Gate of Time. It can send the user to any point in the past. And Ghirahim's gone to the point at which the timeline is most delicate."

"Which is?" Sky asked with dread.

Zelda turned to face us. "He's gone to kill the Ancient Hero before Hylia can grant his spirit reincarnation.

"Basically, he's going to wipe out the Hero from history."