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He was there again, the following night. Link pushed the heavy gilded doors open, just as he had the night before. Ghirahim stood in the centre, his back turned away, his pale body and bright cape making him stand out in the gold covered room. I was all the same, a never ending circle, night after night. This time, through, Link was determined to not let Ghirahim slip through his fingers, not again. Ghirahim turned, gracefully and offered Link his hand, which Link resisted the strong temptation to take. Ghirahim spoke with grace yet with a hint of danger. This effect was wasted on Link, who didn't hear him; he was too busy planning his next move. He had to stop the demon from disappearing, somehow. Ghirahim raised a hand in the air, fingers poised to click and vanish. Link, seeing his chance, ran forward and boldly grasped the demon's arm. Startled, Ghirahim looked down at the boy clinging to him in despair, like his life depended on it. "Please stop. Don't go." Link begged him with tears in his baby blue eyes. Ghirahim's expression unexpectedly softened, he lent down and gently wiped Link's tears with his finger. "Don't cry skychild, tears don't suit the chosen hero. I'm not going anywhere." Link hugged him tightly, afraid to let him go. "This isn't real. You're just a dream. When I wake up you'll be gone again." He said dejectedly, not caring that he must sound like a child, his tears threatening to spill over again. To his bewilderment, Ghirahim lent down a little bit more and kissed Link's neck. Link's eyes widened in surprise and he gasped as the kiss turned into a sharp bite, which seemed to end far too soon. Licking the blood from his lips, as if he had just sampled a rare treat, Ghirahim stood up straight again. "You can keep this as a souvenir, skychild. Now I really must be going. It's time for you to wake up." Link opened his mouth to reply, to tell the demon that he doesn't want to wake up but already the scene faded into nothingness and he became aware of someone shaking him awake.
"Come on, Link! It's time for you to wake up, sleepy head, you'll be late!" Zelda shook him awake gently and turned to open the curtains, letting light pour into the room. Link reluctantly sat up, his eyelids drooping and his hair ruffled from his constant tossing and turning. He got out of bed, running his hand through his hair as he blinked in the sudden light. He was disappointed to be awake for once, that dream had felt so real and, compared to his other dreams, was almost pleasant. Zelda carried on talking, oblivious to Link's distress, which he hid well. "I'm glad to see you're almost back to your old self, though, even if it means you miss class. I mean, you haven't slept like that since... well for a long time." Link avoided her eyes, he couldn't tell her that he had dreaded sleep since the defeat of Demise and, more importantly, the loss of Ghirahim. He hadn't even told anyone about Ghirahim, it was too painful. An uncomfortable silence settled over the pair. "Link! What's that!?" Zelda's shriek pierced the silence like a knife, as she pointed at Link's exposed neck. Link's hand flew to his neck and he grabbed a nearby mirror. As he held it up to his face he was shocked and slightly excited to see the love bite, dark against his skin, fresh from the night before. It had been real, Ghirahim had really been there. It should have been impossible but it wasn't. 'Ghirahim's out there somewhere.' Link thought as he surveyed his new mark in the mirror, deaf to Zelda's protests and questions. 'And I will find him.'