I got bored, so I decided to do... this. *facedesk* Sorry guys, but it happened. Next chapter is the last one. Cover Me is by Candlebox.
I was loyal to what I believed, I had faith in myself, I tried my best. But for some reason that my mind cannot grasp, you have forsaken me. I have sometimes wondered if I am making the right choices, if I am doing the right thing. A hundred years could pass and I would still not know the answer. Without you, I fear that I have lost my willpower. Why would I fight, when I have nothing to fight for? My home no longer feels like my home, my friends have abandoned me, and my Goddess has lost faith in the hero she chose.
I suppose I have always considered myself an optimist; I have never been as pessimistic or cynical as some, but I am aware that life isn't always fair. Now, however, I don't know how I see the world.
It feels empty and desolate, much like Lanayru Desert felt.
Strangely, there is one place where I feel content. It is the last place I should ever let down my guard, but I can't help myself. Traveling and exploring the surface had been my goal for some time, but now it is slowly beginning to feel like home – more so with my new companion.
My feelings for him confuse me. And with nowhere to turn to for answers, I am left without guidance and I fear that my choice may harm others. Everything I know about him conflicts with my feelings.
He is a demon. And not just any demon, but the Demon Lord of the surface, as he calls himself. He is cruel and callous, but also a valuable ally. We are more similar than I ever thought, and that knowledge came as quite the surprise to me. I should not feel this way about him, but I cannot deny that I care for him.
He has frequently impended Zelda and myself, hindering us at times, and downright causing trouble the rest of the time. He has almost killed me several times, and I know that with his power restored, he would be able to kill me easily.
The list goes on. Yet I can't help but lower my guard around him and I often find myself at ease. I suppose we have established a kind of trust. We both know how the other really is, but we can still work together.
I wonder if he regrets his choice of master. If he does... well, I suppose it would be the same as all the other people who have forsaken me.
As we lay there that night, wondering where this path would lead... I heard him speaking. His voice was soft; almost too soft for me to hear, but it seemed to be filled with misery. He must have thought that I was asleep, for he spoke more to himself than me. He had an arm around my shoulders, and I could feel his chest move beneath my head as he whispered.
"If you seek forgiveness for the mistakes you've made... with a life as long as mine, with my past... Where do you even begin?" he uttered, a slight tremor to his voice. "Where do you start?"
I heard him give a short, bitter laugh before he fell silent again, his chest rising and falling with each breath. While I had been starting to drift off to sleep, his question brought my mind to life again.
I don't think either of us slept well that night.