Here comes another update! Too be honest, I would have uploaded this yesterday...but I got distracted by a human-sized hamster ball, and I didn't get to proofread yesterday, so I had to do it today instead. I know, I know, I'm the queen of excuses. But hey...who wouldn't seize an opportunity like that? Needless to say, I had a ball.

Anyways, thanks to everyone who has stuck with me up to this point. 51 chapters already! I must have a writing problem or something!

Disclaimer: I do not own LOZ or its characters, but the OC's, alternate story-line and plot twists are mine.


Marissa's POV

Life without Malice was so strange. It started feeling foreign and uncomfortable within minutes. After a few days, it began to be unbearable. With the siblings gone, Ghirahim had nothing to be mad at me for. I mean, he couldn't accuse me of planning his downfall with Malice, or for doing whatever else he thought we were doing.

To be honest, at first I didn't think it would be that bad. I mean, without Malice and Violet, I could spend more time getting closer to Ghirahim. I had thought this could be a good thing, as I could focus more on protecting Ghirahim. But, sadly, that was not to be. Ghirahim always seemed to be in his room, desperately trying to find where Zelda would be going next. He wouldn't let anyone disturb him.

Oh, and I know what you're thinking: What about that Herb guy? Couldn't I hang out with him? Nope. Herb was too busy patching up a patrol of bokoblins that had been attacked by the Rebels. And on top of that, he had to spend a lot of quality time gathering new supplies. So basically, I was forced to sit in this gigantic manor with nothing to do. Fantastic.

It seems that few people noticed that Malice and Violet had disappeared. Herb and I explained the situation to Vi's foster parents, but other than them, few people knew the two ever existed.

Ghirahim, however, seemed to notice their disappearance.

"Where is that servant and his sister?" Ghirahim had asked the first evening after they left.

"Which servant?"

Ghirahim rolled his eyes. "You know exactly who I'm referring to."

I gave him an impish smile. "Maybe I'd know if you used their names."

After giving me an intense glare, Ghirahim sighed in resignation. "Fine. Where is that Malice character?"

"Dunno," I said with a shrug.

"Don't lie."

"I'm sorry, Ghirahim," I said, "but I have no idea. Honest. He didn't tell me where he was going."

"But you helped him escape?" Ghirahim asked.

I lowered my head. "Yes. But trust me; you don't have to worry about him. He's long gone by now." I stared at the ground. "We'll never see him again."

Ghirahim had reluctantly dropped the matter at that point.

Now, without my partners in crime, the days seemed to drag by.

Eventually, I walked into Ghirahim's room.

"Hi," I greeted him uncertainly.

"Hello," the noble said, glancing at me for a moment before returning to his pile of books.

I stood awkwardly near the back of his room for a few moments. Then he looked up. "Do you need something?"

I thought for a moment. "I thought you said you were going to train me some more. Don't we need to practice my magic so I don't end up accidentally killing someone?"

"Sooner or later, yes, we do." Ghirahim agreed. "But not right now. I'm busy."

I frowned. "You're always busy. Come on, just take a break! It'll be fun!"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Ghirahim snapped irritably. "I don't have time for fun."

I bit my lip. "Fine. I'm going to go wander around Faron Woods."

"No you're not. It's dangerous out there."

"So what?" I walked towards the door.

Ghirahim scowled. "You're going to get yourself killed."

"You're worried? Aww, that's cute."

Ghirahim glared at me. "No. I just think losing my guard would be counterproductive."

"Oh well."

I skipped into the hallway, taking my adventure pouch from my room before walking down the stairs and exiting the manor.


Just playing the game, you never could have guessed how huge and beautiful Faron Woods was in person. Every color in that forest was so vivid, and every sound was so crisp. You could hear birds singing in the trees, and the low drawl of many insects echoed everywhere.

It was nice to just walk those trails alone, taking in the peace and quiet. Besides the temples and occasional gate or wall, there was nothing man-made in miles. And I loved that.

Just the feeling of fresh air and freedom seemed to fill me with a new energy, and I ran down the nearest trail, laughing like an excited child.

Eventually, I came to the small pool that led to the inside of the Great Tree. I took off my shoes and sat at the bank, dipping my feet into the cool, crisp water. The pool was clear, and I could see all the way to the bottom. The sunlight bouncing off the surface of the water cast little dapples and ripples of shadow onto the clean stone at the bottom.

I closed my eyes and let the sensations of the forest surround me. Right then, despite all my problems, life was good. I couldn't find a single thing to complain about. Just for a moment, everything was perfect.

Then, from behind me, I could hear softly approaching footsteps. They seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere. Like whoever was approaching me had just teleported here.

"Hello Ghirahim," I called, hiding a smile.

"You heard me coming?" The demon asked, almost sounding surprised.

"Yup." I stood up. "So you decided to come along after all?"

"No." He reached out a hand. "I'm here to take you back. Come."

"No thanks." I said, spinning off to the side. I forgot how nice grass felt on bare feet.

"You're going to get dizzy," the demon lord warned, seeming to be trying hard to keep patient. "Take my hand."

"Nah, I'm good."

Ghirahim sighed. "I'm not afraid to grab you."

"And I'm not afraid to get a little wet!" I chirped.

"What?"

I grinned and did a cannonball into the water. I heard Ghirahim curse as he was soaked by a torrent of water droplets.

I swam over to the side of the pool, feeling a tremor of excitement from the feel of the cool water.

"Come on in; the water's fine!"

Ghirahim backed away. "You know that I don't swim."

"Hey, don't be scared! The water's only...seven or eight feet deep. You'll be fine."

The demon lord scowled. "I'd rather not drown today, thanks."

"Nah, that wouldn't happen. I'd save you again."

Ghirahim glared at me. "I don't need you to save me."

"Great. Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I pulled you in here."

Ghirahim's face looked a bit paler than usual. "You wouldn't dare."

I gave him an angelic look. "Try me."

Ghirahim backed a few yards from the pool.

"Fine. Then I'm also not afraid to swim away. See ya!"

"Sky Child! Get back here this instant!" Ghirahim shouted as I swam backwards, heading towards the other side of the pool.

"Sorry, Mother!" I shouted back.

I smiled and dove under, feeling fresh and rejuvenated as the water passed over my skin.

When I resurfaced at the other side, Ghirahim was waiting with his arms crossed. He said nothing as I climbed out of the water, shaking droplets at him from my hair.

"Quit it, you little brat," he snapped.

I giggled.

"So...what do you wanna do now?"

"Go home."

I rolled my eyes. "You're no fun."

I climbed on top of a nearby mushroom. "Let's just chill out here for a while. I love the woods!"

I grinned and hopped a few times on the mushroom. However, being me, my foot slipped out from underneath me, and I landed on the grass below.

For a second, I lay winded. Then I spread out on the green earth. "Ahh...grasss," I smiled. "I love grass."

"You are, perhaps, the strangest child I've ever met." Ghirahim said, watching as I laid in the grass. I moved my arms and legs against its soft surface. I wondered if it was possible to make a grass angel.

"Get up."

"No. You get down."

Ghirahim scowled. "No. Grass is uncomfortable. It makes my skin itch."

"Maybe it wouldn't if you actually wore cloths on half of your body." I muttered.

"And what about grass stains?" Ghirahim retorted.

I rolled my eyes.

"Stop being so prissy, you little princess. Live a little!"

I grabbed his arm and yanked him down. He landed with a thud on his backside to the grass next to me.

"Ouch," he said with as much venom as he could fit into the word.

"Sorry."

I slid my hands underneath my head. "You know, I thought I would hate being down here. But to be honest...it's not so bad."

Ghirahim didn't say anything.

"I mean, sure, riding giant birds through clouds is cool and all, but they barely have any trees. And that sucks for me, because I love climbing trees. They've got like, three trees that I can actually climb. Four tops. So I guess I should thank you for aggressively knocking me down here."

Still, nothing.

"Is something wrong, Ghirahim?" I asked. Still nothing.

"Ghirahim?" I turned to look at him. My eyes widened. He was on his side, twitching. His muscles were tensed up, and he moaned.

I sat bolt upright. "Oh my gosh, it's happening again, isn't it?"

I took his next groan as a yes.

I moved to his side and leaned over him. His face was contorted in pain, and he was sweating.

"Stop," he begged. "It was an accident! Don't hurt me!"

I pushed a few loose strands of hair behind my ear and gently rested my hand on his side.

"Alright, calm down. It's fake, remember? Fake!"

Ghirahim's episode continued, and I still wasn't sure how to snap him out of it. So instead, I made sure the ground was clear so that he wouldn't hurt himself.

Then, I turned him onto his back and pulled his head and shoulders onto my lap.

I rubbed his shoulder and kind of rocked him for a while. Eventually, the trembling died down, and he gasped in a giant gulp of hair.

"You okay?" I asked.

He nodded slowly, his chest heaving.

I pushed the hair out of his eyes in a manner that I hoped was comforting. "You're alright. Just relax. I've got you."

Ghirahim's head lolled back in defeat and he winced.

"You're alright," I repeated.

Neither of us moved for a while, and I was okay with that. After seeing him struck by those hallucinations time after time, all I wanted was to hold him and make everything okay.

I came to terms then with something I'd known for a long time: No matter what seemed to be going on, no matter what he did to make me mad or disappointed, whenever he was in pain, all I ever wanted to do was make it stop. I don't know, maybe when Hylia brought me here she put something in my head to make me feel that way, or maybe I just cared more about him than I realized. Regardless, I knew that this villain that I once mocked and jeered at with my brother was now much more than that.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"What?"

I looked down. "When you have one of those visions, does it physically hurt you?"

Ghirahim winced. "In a strange way, yes. It does. Very much so."

"Can you still feel it? Right now?"

The noble nodded. "Yes, I can still feel pain afterwards. Why?"

"Maybe I could use my healing magic to help," I suggested. "Where does it hurt?"

Ghirahim smiled weakly. "Your offer is kind. But that won't be necessary. Besides, this is not something that can be healed. It's caused by magic from Demise himself. You can't do anything about it."

I frowned. "I know I've talked to you about this before, but why do you let Demise do this to you? I mean, it's not like you're forced to serve him. If you just stop serving him, then maybe this will stop. You can be your own leader. Aren't you tired of having the work and stress of a king, and yet only being referred to as second in command?"

Ghirahim sighed. "Please, Sky Child. I haven't the strength or patience to talk about this right now. When will you learn to accept that I've made my choice?"

"But you haven't!" I protested. "If Demise raised you since you were a child, then isn't it likely that he made you think that this is your responsibility? Little kids will believe anything. He probably manipulated your mind into being loyal to him. Leaders have done that all throughout history."

"Please stop talking about this."

I frowned. "Why? Ghirahim I'm trying to help you!"

"I don't need help," the demon lord said stiffly. "But you asked for mine. I suppose now is a good time as any."

"What?"

Ghirahim slowly got to his feet. "Get up. You want to train with me? Fine. Let's train."


We stood apart from each other in the large clearing between the Great Tree and the the entrance to the Deep Woods.

"Now," Ghirahim began, "we've established that you can heal."

"Sort of," I corrected.

"Fine. Sort of. What else can you do?"

I thought for a moment. "I can warp. Sort of."

Ghirahim scowled. "Enough. There is no sort of. Can you, or can you not?"

"Sort of—I mean...yeah. I can."

"Show me."

I took a deep breath, and then I teleported, ending up on top of the white building marking the entrance to the Deep Woods.

Ghirahim clapped slowly. "Congratulations. You can warp short distances without being torn apart. How valuable."

"Your sarcasm is very encouraging," I said dryly.

"Fine. Get down so that we may continue."

I did as I was told, carefully climbing off of the large structure.

"So...what now?"

Ghirahim walked towards me. "Do you want to be able to teleport to farther away places?

"Yeah. I do."

"Alright. Then let me give you a few tips. First, make sure you are using your full concentration. Secondly, picture where you want to go. You can't just decide to warp 'away'. It's too abstract. The consequences may be disastrous."

"Okay. Is that all?"

Ghirahim hesitated. "Well...no. You must release all the energy you have summoned for it to work properly. For instance, when I snap, I am channeling all my stored energy towards my task."

"I'm not snapping."

Ghirahim chuckled. "I hate to tell you this, Sky Child, but you have to do something to use large amounts of energy."

"I'm not snapping," I repeated.

"Fine. Then what do you intend to do instead?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'll think of something."

"Have it your way then. Give it another try."

I nodded, preparing myself for teleportation. I pictured where I wanted to go. I imagined the stretch of land beside the lake in which I saved Ghirahim's life.

"Alright..." I thought for a moment. Then I got an idea.

I took a deep breath, and then, "ABRA KADABRA!"

It worked.

Sort of.

Sort of, as in I ended up like five feet to the right of where I was originally standing.

"You really expected that to work?" Ghirahim asked, slight amusement in his voice.

"No..."

The demon lord laughed. "It has to be something with a little more...pizzazz.Something more physical is more effective than anything verbal."

"Alright..." I bit my lip.

"Do you have something else in mind?"

"Yeah."

"What is it?"

I smiled. "Well...let's just say it's some sass to match your class."

"My...class." Ghirahim echoed.

"Yeah, you're right. That's the wrong word for..." I gestured to him, "all of that. But it rhymes so I'm just going to give it to you."

"What in Din's name are you talking about?" Ghirahim asked.

"Just watch."

I doubted what I was about to do was going to work, but at this point, I was just enjoying the comedy of my various failures. Why stay serious?

"Here I go..."

I concentrated, and then...I used my hand to do a giant, exaggerated hair flip.

And then I teleported.

I nearly fell into the lake myself, as I appeared on the very edge of the bank.

"Whoa..." I muttered. Then I smiled. I did it!

Warping back, I couldn't stop smiling.

"How's that for teleporting?" I asked Ghirahim, giving him a smug smile.

He shrugged. "Adequate. Now, we should continue with some non-magic exercises. We wouldn't want to burn you out, would we?"

I laughed quietly. "Preferably not."

"Well, if you're sure..." Ghirahim smiled. "Do ten push ups."

"You know, most people would be like 'drop and give me ten!' or something."

"Oh yeah?" Ghirahim blinked. "Then drop and give me twenty."

"Er...yes sir..." I said, obeying immediately.

The next thing I knew, he was swinging a sword at my head.

"WHOA!" I dropped onto my stomach. "You almost took my head off!"

"Yes. Because you were too slow and you weren't going low enough. If you love grass so much, then you can kiss it for all I care. And do it faster!"

"Okay, okay. Sheesh, I'm trying, you maniac!"

"You should be sweating."

"I am!" I protested. "You just can't—"

I was cut off as his sword whizzed over the top of my head.

"Watch it!"

"Speed up!"

"But I can't! I hate push ups! I think I'm gonna dislocate a shoulder. Again!"

"Good. If you're going to survive my training, you're going to have to be fit."

"Fit, alright. But right now I feel like my arms are going to fall off!"

"Mark my word, girl: If you want me to train you, then I will make you deafen yourself with the sound of your own shrill screams."

"That sounds pleasant. Can I have that instead of this?"

"Sure," Ghirahim nearly cut off my ponytail. "Scream."

I dropped to the ground. "You know what? I think I'm good."

Ghirahim stared at me with a strange glint in his eye. "You realize, Sky Child, that the position you are now in is very..." he licked his lips, "vulnerable."

"Huh?"

Ghirahim swung down, and I had to roll to the side.

"Adequate reflexes," he remarked.

"Are you insane?" I yelped.

"Debatable."

He took another swing at me, and I jumped to my feet. "Why are you doing this?"

He smirked. "To teach you not to trust anyone too much. Never let your guard down. You trust too much."

"No I don't!" I shot back. "You just have...trust issues."

"And that's why I'm still alive," he pointed out.

I drew my sword. "Fine. You want to go? Let's do this."

Ghirahim's smirk widened. "Is that a challenge?"

I lifted my chin. "Damn right it is."

"Then..." he bowed. "As you wish."

And then he lept towards me, and we were fighting. I swiped my sword at this neck, and he easily dodged to the side.

"Too slow!" he taunted.

I ignored him, running straight at him.

He warped behind me, and then I felt a cool blade against my jugular.

I swallowed. "Uh...Ghirahim?"

I looked up at him, and he sneered. I could feel his warm breath brush against my face. "Has the Little Remlit gotten herself into a sticky situation?"

I smiled uncertainly. "Er...yeah. Sure."

Ghirahim grinned back. "Smiling in the face of death...I like it."

I chuckled, moving back. "Yeah, and I'm laughing in it too."
Ghirahim pulled me tighter to him. I was so close that I was moving up and down against his chest as he breathed. "I wonder..."

"What?"

He pressed down a little more with his sword. "Do you trust me?"

I hesitated. And then...

"Yes."

He laughed. "Bad idea." He pressed the edge of his blade even closer to my skin. "Never trust an enemy. Never assume that they will spare you. It will be the last mistake you ever make."

I swallowed, feeling the cool metal graze my throat as I did so. "So...what now?"

"Well..." he wrapped his free arm around my midsection. "If this were real, and I had really wanted to kill you, you would already be dead, and your precious grass would drown in your blood."

"Um...eww. So since you don't want to kill me, then what next? Not that I don't just love being this close to someone with a knife to my throat, I would like to proceed with the fight."

Ghirahim sighed. "Oh, very well."

"So...you're going to let go of me?"

"No. You're going to escape."

I frowned. "What?"

Ghirahim pushed the knife even more, and I had to press my head against the top of his chest to avoid being cut. "Tick tock, tick tock."

I shrugged. "Chances are you are going to end up getting kicked in the groin again."

The demon lord laughed. "Well, now that you've warned me, it's unlikely you could pull that off."

I groaned. "Well, there is one other thing I could do. But...trust me...you've driven me to this."

Ghirahim chuckled. "I'm looking forward to what you have under your sleeve."

In response, I stomped on his foot. As he cringed, his wrist came near my face, and I bit him through his glove.

He just laughed. "How do I taste?"

I made a face. "Like sweat...and perfume."

"Ha ha ha..." Ghirahim said dryly. "I must tell you...that little nip did not hurt. In fact...it was quite pleasurable."

I rolled my eyes so hard that it hurt. "Dude, there is so much wrong with you."

"So, what next? Feeling scared yet?"

"No."

"Is that so? And why is that?"

I smiled and craned my neck backwards so I could look into his eyes. To my relief, they seemed to gleam with something like playfulness. He wasn't serious about this at all! As much as he was trying to make himself sound menacing, I could tell he just thought of this as a game. Granted, that probably wasn't much different than how he thought of real battles, but even so, it was still encouraging.

"You know, Ghir," I began. "I was the youngest sibling growing up. And when you're a girl, and you have an older brother who's always been quite a bit bigger than you, you learn a few things."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. My brother would do things like this all the time when we were young. Or, well, younger. But there was something I could always count on. See, no matter how mad or serious he pretended to be, he was always afraid of one thing."

"And what was that?"

In response, I leaned forward, wincing as the blade cut through the first couple layers of skin on the side of my neck.

Ghirahim flinched back, releasing me at the sight of my blood. I fell to the ground.

"Really hurting me," I responded, standing up.

Ghirahim frowned. "Are you mentally impaired?" He asked. His tone was neutral, but it almost seemed like he was masking a certain degree of concern.

"Nah, I just know guys like you." I put my hand over the cut, which wasn't actually that deep. Even though my healing power was weak, I still managed to repair the skin with minimal effort.

"My brother always acted like he couldn't care less if he hurt me," I went on. "But sometimes,if I pretended to be hurt, he would stop, if only to tell me that I was faking it. And even then there was always some amount of worry in his voice, like he didn't trust himself fully. You may not be my older brother, but like him, you do care about me, even if it isn't as much."

"Fine." Ghirahim sighed. "I suppose you got me. But the purpose of that exercise was to teach you how to escape from such a hold, not to test my fleeting mercy."

"But I did escape," I pointed out.

"You're missing the point."

"Maybe. But I still escaped."

Ghirahim stood at my side. "Look, Sky Child, there aren't always shortcuts in situations like that. There will be a time when you must know how to fight."

"I know," I said. "But at the same time, I think there is always another way to get out of things. I'd rather explore other possibilities than fight."

Ghirahim was quiet for a moment. Then, in a quiet voice, "Perhaps you are more wise than I give you credit for."

I gave him a toothy grin. "Maybe."

Ghirahim raised his sword. "Now...where were we?"

I crossed his blade with my own. "I believe something along the lines of an ultimate showdown."

The demon lord's eyes gleamed. "You're quite right. Prepare yourself!"

The mock fight continued. The sound of metal on metal continuously rang through the forest. I almost knocked Ghirahim's sword from his hands, and I smiled.

"No smiling, Sky Child. It's unprofessional. Keep a straight face!"

I giggled in embarrassment. "Not sure that I can."

"I'm sure that's not the truth."

"No, seriously. All my friends say that I almost never stop smiling. My friend Allison and I timed it once. I couldn't keep a straight face for a full minute. I'm just a little ray of sunshine."

I swung my sword at his neck, and he barely dodged it.

"Nice try, Sky Child. But you will have to do better to beat me!"

I grinned even more as I got the opportunity to quote one of my favorite movies. There was a reason I started this battle with my sword in my left hand. "I admit it. You are better than I am."

Ghirahim blinked. "I'm surprised. You actually complemented me. Why is that?"

"Because I know something you don't know."

"Oh really," he smirked. "What?"

"I am not left-handed!" I exclaimed, switching my sword to my right hand.

Ghirahim chuckled. "I had thought your fighting seemed a bit different." I had to block a strike aimed at my side. "But may I ask...why fight with your non-dominant hand?"

I shrugged. "I just really wanted a chance to say that. Today...I'm the Man in Black!"

He frowned. "Or...the girl in blue. I don't understand how you wouldn't know that."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Inigo Montoya."

"I don't know what that means." Ghirahim said. "But what you don't realize is...I'm not left handed either!"

He switched the sword to his other hand as well.

"That's it!" I exclaimed. "That's Inigo Montoya. But I only have one question."

"And what is that?" Ghirahim asked, our swords crossing between us.

"I was using my left hand just in case a moment like this would pop up. But...why did you use yours?"

"Actually," the demon confessed, "Demise trained me to be ambidextrous. While I'm more coordinated with my right hand, I was using my left to give you an advantage.

"Oh."

I'm not going to lie to you guys. I literally practiced sword-fighting with my left hand at the Knight Academy just for a chance to live out that moment. Why? Well, why not?

We carried on for a while. Soon, I began to get tired. But I didn't just want to end the battle. I wanted to win.

The next time our blades crossed, I kicked him in the shins.

"That's hardly fair." Ghirahim complained. "I thought we were going to have a nice, clean fight. Why don't you stay true to the rules?"

I snorted. "Since when are there rules in sword-fighting? I mean, generally when someone is trying to kill you, there aren't really restrictions on what you can do to survive."

"Fair enough. Then I suppose you won't mind if I do this!"

He warped behind me again, tapping me on the shoulder with the flat side of his blade. "You're dead now, Sky Child."

"No, I just lost my left arm. No big deal." I said, hiding the limb behind my back and turning to face him. I gestured to his feet. "Your shoes are untied."

"What?" He glanced down in confusion.

At that moment, I reached out my foot and took out his knee with a kick.

"I can't believe you fell for that!" I exclaimed, doubling over with laughter.

While I laughed at him, Ghirahim took the chance too knock me over as well.

"That was a dirty trick, girl. But next time, I recommend that you take advantage of it instead of finding it so amusing."

"Yeah..." I agreed. "Maybe I messed up a little bit."

We stood up, and I could barely stop laughing.

"Now...are you done with your foolishness?"

I grinned. "Well, I've still got something."

"What?"

I backed up a few feet. "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

"What?"

Then I charged at him, sword raised. At the last second, Ghirahim dodged back. But he was too slow; I tripped over his foot and knocked him to the ground, landing on his chest and nearly smacking my head into his chin.

Ghirahim stared at me as I laid on top of him, stunned. "I thought you said I was this... Inigo..."

I blinked, and then he smiled. Then I started laughing, harder than I had been before. I let my head drop forward and just stayed there for a moment, trying to stop. After a few moments, I was laughing so hard that my eyes started to water.

"Look what you did!" I managed, sliding off of him.

Ghirahim sat up, still staring at me. Then he smirked. "I thought you said I could never make you cry."

"You can't—you didn't. This doesn't count! I...I was just laughing and..."

Ghirahim chuckled.

I laid down on the grass beside him. "I feel so weird."

"Strange," he mused. "Describe weird."

I shrugged. "I don't know how to describe it. It's like...I could just dance around the woods for two hours without breaking a sweat I don't know why."

Ghirahim lowered his voice. "Perhaps you feel strange without having something to hide from me."

My face fell. "Yeah. That must be it."

I tore up a few pieces of grass. "I'm sorry, Ghirahim, I just..."

He shook his head. "Listen, Sky Child, I suppose I should not have reacted so harshly. After all, you only lied about your name."

"Yeah..." I said quietly.

We didn't speak for a while. We just sat in uncomfortable silence.

"Should we go back?" I asked.

Ghirahim nodded. "Yes, I should return to my work. I have some business to attend to." He hesitated. "Would you like me to warp us home, or would you like to do it yourself?"

After a moment's consideration, I shook my head. "No, I'm too tired." I grabbed his hand. "You do it."

The noble nodded. "As you wish."

With a snap of his fingers, we disappeared from Faron Woods as friends once again.


And scene.

Update on this book: I have three more main scenes to get too, along with a couple others. I've already written two of them, so the ending of this book may go a lot faster than I thought.

Anyway, I hope you guys got most of my references this chapter. For instance, the movie she was quoting was Princess Bride, which is the property of it's respective owners and is only included for entertainment reasons only, not to infringe copyright. Anyway, with that out of the way, I hope you've seen the movie. It's a hilarious classic, and if you haven't, you should really check it out.

Thanks for all the favs/favorites/reviews. I'm very happy knowing that you guys are enjoying this, and it's been fun to see you guys guessing about what's going on. Keep it up!

And with that, I bid you good day.

~Catwhiskers24~