Link nearly had to have the man repeat himself. He simply gave the demon an incredulous look. Ghirahim bristled at the silence and crossed his arms, looking out over skyloft. "…I have nowhere else to go. Demise was my purpose. I could very well just sit in stuffy wait like your sword… but would anybody even come for me? How long will it be? And if the next 'Demise' incarnate does use me…. Will he fail too? Am I doomed to the side of failure? The power of evil is strong... but…" He looked down, his brow furrowed. "It is not the strongest. It has caved to the strong will of good."
He pivoted on his heel, to look at him. He had a stubborn look on his face "…Don't you take this as me admitting I'm wrong. I… was misled. The goddess is the underdog, in the demons eyes. Yet somehow…And I don't understand how… The goddess manages to prevail…" Link watched him through his speech, the whole time considering his words.
Ghirahim looked to him "In all honesty… I have no one.. My last resort was to return to the demon world… and as you know…" He sighed and flipped his hair "…What do you say?" Link thought, before replying "…But aren't you a blade of evil? You're a demon. Don't you revile the light? How can you even wield any powers of good…? And besides that… why would I need a sword? Things have calmed.."
Ghirahim shook his head "I was only pure evil, because of the man who wielded me. The Master Sword cannot be wielded by darkness… but that is not to say that 'The Goddesses Chosen Hero' cannot wield a blade of darkness… As I said… Good concurs evil. It will hurt though, the initial transfer." He paused "And you, better than anyone know that Demise isn't the only source of evil, and enemy out there…"
Links eyebrows furrowed, as he looked at Ghirahim. The man had lost his edge. He still had his immense pride; though it was tattered, so he was above groveling. But link could tell. He gave a silent sigh. He figured he may as well make sure the last remaining threat was taken care of… one way or another. "..What is it that I have to do..?"
Ghirahim gave a white lipped smile, And looked toward the small cave, by the water fall. "Follow me…" He disappeared, then re-appeared; in a flourish of diamonds, by the caves entrance "And bring my sword! I can't venture very far from it.." Link nodded, and dove into the reservoir below. He swam to the rocks, and walked over to Ghirahim, who went inside.
The trip through, was almost effortless; In comparison to links first trip through, to get his loftwing. He smiled lightly at the memories. Ghirahim simply swatted the keese into walls, and stomped right over the chu-chu. They came to the end room, near the opening that leads to the small grassy landing; where links loftwing was held.
Ghirahim looked to a large rock. Above the rock, there was a small, circular break in the cave ceiling, where moonlight poured in. He dissolved the rock away; into many diamond shapes. Beneath the rock, to links surprise, was a pedestal, like the one he had found Fi in. Ghirahim smiled "This, was to be the original spot for the sword. The plan was later changed …" When link gave him a look, he shrugged "I read it in a book, In the library of Demise's castle…"
Ghirahim's sword flew from his hands, seating itself into the pedestal. Ghirahim walked beside the sword. "Now do I have to make this official…? May as well…" He pulled a small book from his pocket, and flipped to a page. He cleared his throat "How to convert dark to light, here we go….O, Chosen recipient of the sword. Step forth, with courage and valor. Hold the sword up, and skyward. The sword will be imbued with light. The darkness of the individual will be transformed, to light…"
He closed the book. "…And no. that does not be transformed into some happy-go-lucky do gooder. I simply will be able to wield light. I'll still be a demon… funny how that works…" Oh joy. Lucky link. He nodded, and stepped forward. He wrapped his hand around he hilt, and pulled it out. He held the black sword up, so it glistened in the moonlight.
Ghirahim disappeared inside the sword. Nothing happened for a moment, then the sword pulsed. He felt the pulse all through his arm; like it went from the tip of the sword, through his arm and shoulder, right to his heart. It began to glow, a light so bright, and brilliant, link hand to screw his eyes shut and look away.
He heard sharp yells, from the sword, as Ghirahim was cleansed, to the light. He winced some. When it finally died down, he slowly lowered his arm, and opened his eyes. The sword was different, now. The center of the blade was grey, and the rest, pure white. The hilt was dark yellow, accented with silver. A small chain of diamond shapes hung along the end. When the sword was tilted back and forth, it had small, iridescent diamond shapes on the blade. Link examined it, surprised by its beauty. He spoke, gently "It worked.."
Ghirahim came out from the sword. He looked a bit pained, but his skin was low glowing, softly, almost un-noticeably. He now had a green shawl around his shoulders. "Of course….Master." Ghirahim visibly blanched at the title, and link looked a tad amused. Ghirahim continued "…I'll probably regret it later, but for right now, I'm content. At least I have a purpose." Link gave a slow nod, and felt a bit light headed, with the sudden events, and bright light. It was a lot to take in after weeks of inactivity. "I.. need some rest."
Ghirahim nodded, looking faint. "Me as well… Let's head to a resting place" Link nodded, and they left the cave; went over the stones, and walked to the knight academy. Link looked at him. He was used to Fi staying in the sword as he walked. "Shouldn't you stay in your sword?" Ghirahim shrugged "It's nighttime right now. It's not like anyone will see…" Link suddenly remembered Pipits watch duty, and stopped. He took Ghirahim the long way up, past the bazaar; as not to be noticed. He slipped into the knight academy, and upon seeing the coast clear, slunk down to his room.
He opened the door, and Ghirahim followed him inside. He smiled fondly as he took in his room. It smelled the same, and looked the same. His bed, desk, and book shelf.. He smiled and took it all in. "…Wow. This has to be the drabbest room I've ever seen…" He glared at the demon beside him, who was chuckling "It's just like you though…! Quaint.." He snorted. Link raised an eyebrow "How is it like me? You don't know anything about me…" He went and sat on his bed.
Ghirahim gave an amused look "True… but then again, you know nothing about me either… Master~" He said it condescendingly this time. Link sighed and layed back on his bed. Ghirahim put a hand on his hip "Where do I sleep?" Link made a broad, tired gesture toward his sword, as he placed it at the foot of his bed. Ghirahim chuckled "Oh how cruel… even the demon lord provided me with a lush bed…" Link shot him a wry look "I have one bed… so for now, sleep in your sword."
Ghirahim gave him a bemused look "So I can't sleep in the bed with—" "No." Ghirahim laughed "Alright then. Good night, Link.." He disappeared into his sword. Link hefted a sigh, and relaxed into his bed, his eyelids already heavy. Deciding not to dwell on the insane events that just occurred, he drifted off into a deep sleep.
'"The demon king shall be avenged" Snarled a deep voice. Whatever owned the voice was cloaked in heavy shadows. "Yes.. We have to seek revenge on that damned, goddess humping hero!" Another gritty voice bellowed. Someone came bursting into the room "N-News sir! The exiled Ghirahim has done the unthinkable!" A raggedy voice yelped "What? Has he dared come back?" "No, sir! He… He's become the sword of the Goddesses Chosen Hero!"
Gasps sounded around the room, in disbelief. There was a moment of silence "Maybe… he's just trying to kill him?" The voice that said that sounded more like it was trying to persuade itself of that, more so than the others. "Nonsense. I told you he's a traitor. Proof has surfaced. We will now add him to the list to kill, If he chooses to side with the goddess…" Red eyes shown menacingly in the darkness.'
Links eyes shot open. His chest heaved a bit, as he looked around, getting his bearings. He relaxed some, coming to the conclusion that what he just saw, was just an odd, life-like nightmare. He wondered, for a brief moment, if it all had been a dream. He had often done that in the beginning of his adventure. He looked down to the foot of his bed, and saw the grey, white, and yellow sword.
Alright. So THAT wasn't a dream.
