In the depths of the golden realm, the great Blaftite resided in his temple. He was seated on a large golden throne, and the room was adorned with statues, gold, and fine foods and gold. Al around him, beautiful women played music, sang, danced, and played.

He allowed himself a moment to smile, but it didn't hold.

The thoughts of his lost love haunted him, and he had never found her. His Nidia.

With a thump, he caused the room to shake, and he left his grand temple abruptly, leaving the women to stare on disappointedly, and shocked.

As he left the temple, he noticed that the world around him had changed.

"Oh my word! There really is a pure heart!" He smiled but noticed, a deep purple triangle, hanging from where the Triforce once was.

"Oh.no.DAMN IT!" The presence of the triangle caused Blaftite much pain. This meant that the ones wish would not occur, because of something that had tainted the ones mind. Not soul, but mind.

The purple Triforce seemed to call for him. He reached out to his old "friend" but drew his hand back. The fourth force had drove him out of is mind before. But he could not fight temptation.

"Hello, hello"

His fingers grasped around the cool stone, but Blaftite's exuberance was cut short, after being bulled over by a shady figure.

"NO! NO! NO! NOT AGAIN!"

The two rolled around the floor, exchanging blows, but the shadowy figure was thrown off.

"Stay out of this Dar-"

"I'm not called that anymore! I'm Artiome! You will never have the power again!"

"Fine, Artiome, but stay in my way, and you will find yourself in the same boat as your "brother". But then again, you know all about that."

Artiome charged again at Blaftite, but was knocked flat. Blaftite put his foot on Artiome's back, grabbed Artiome's hair, yanking up so hard, he tore out a huge amount of it, causing Artiome to yelp, and almost pass out.

Blaftite delivered a kick to Artiome's side, causing him to spin through the air and land with a thud on the floor.

Blaftite picked Artiome up, and flung him around and around in circles. Faster and faster he spun. (The song "Leprechaun" by Kider began to play)

Blaftite laughed aloud, as he sent Artiome crashing through a tree.

Again, Blaftite lifted Artiome up, and again, he sent him flying.

Artiome sputtered, and spat blood, but tried desperately to get a hit in, and to not die.

Over and over, Blaftite tore at Artiome so viciously, he tired himself out.

Blaftite sat down; and. wiped Artiome's blood on the grass. Smiling.

Artiome should have died, but he wasn't. He stood up, bleeding extensively from his back, and head, held up his fists to fight.

Blaftite was taken aback, but he smiled.

"You are brave.Well, you are now.After what happened-" He was cut short, when Artiome viscously started pounding his head and face.

Blaftite let out a cry, and though Artiome threw the air, and on to the pavement.

"You have far too much bravery, for a traitor. You killed them. You killed them all. Not I. YOU! And! YOU lost the love of your life! Haahahahahahahaaa!"

Artiome couldn't move his legs.

"You're as good as dead.Now off with you!"

Blaftite sent Artiome flying from the Golden Realm.

As Artiome sat on the steps of the old Temple of Time, he thought back on his past.

Thousands of years ago. He had fallen in love. With Malon.Or, Maldin, as it were, before she had married the wizard.

His thoughts were cut short as guards ran at him.

"He is the fabled Dark One! The killer! Get Dark Link!"