Fi was stunned. Her words echoed back to her inside the temple. The anger that filled them was so intense she could taste it. She watched Ghirahim recoil and run away. A strange feeling settled in her chest as she wondered if maybe she had gone too far.

She steeled herself against whatever he was going to do. He seemed to be having a conversation, and she could barely make out what he was saying, but not that she needed to. The atmosphere in the room darkened and almost felt oppressive. Fi watched the demon sway; the energy around him intensified with each shift.

Fi braced as he lurched forward, but to her further surprise, he staggered, his arms lashed in front of him. Fi could have sworn she heard him laugh before he vanished in his signature fashion.

Silence fell over the temple as the aura lifted. Fi stepped down the temple stairs, spurring into action. Her form floated outside and up into the air back towards the castle. Her eyes scanned the grounds for any sign of demon or any trails of carnage left possibly behind him.

She skipped along window sills as she reviewed the night's events in her mind. Had she said too much? A part of her thought so, but another part snapped that he had it coming. Fi frowned. He was let off easy, in all honesty. Ghirahim has split enough blood to drown in it and more throughout his life, and all she did was scold him.

The odds were in her favor there.

However, the more she thought about it. The more she worried about what he might do now. Fi did not want to explain to Zelda and Impa what happened and why.

She sighed thankfully, nothing seemed amiss, but that only made her skin crawl more. Fi shook her head and scoffed. Her scowl worsened; she hated how Ghirahim could get under her skin.

Lofting through the air, Fi's heels clicked on the stone as she took a deep breath. She was the spirit of Master sword. That meant she had to be controlled and poised at all times.

She phased into the castle halls, and Fi hurried towards Ghirahim's bedroom. Thankfully, she could feel his presence inside. Fi approached the door, and she was about to step through when a barrier shimmered to life in front of it. The sword spirit stepped back, studying the magic closely.

It still had the lactic structure Ghirahim was so fond of...but there was something about it...it seemed misaligned somehow. There was no way he would allow that. Fi stopped herself.

Why did she care? He had been unpleasant and a complete ass over these past few weeks. And their shared past added to her hate for him. Then why did a heavy feeling tease at her heart? Just enough for her to notice but not to pin it down with a word. While she could describe emotions...actually experiencing them was not her strong suit.

Fi could sense his aura inside, and that's all she really cared about anyway. She turned away and started back down the hall.

The feelings began to die away the further from his room she got. Thankfully, the castle had settled down. The servants retired, and the night shift guards returned on their routes. Anyone that got hurt with the vire incident had been tended to. Heart potions were distributed, and anyone needing care was taken to the infirmary.

Zelda had Fi clear out any monsters remaining in less frequented towers of the castle. She was instructed to add that to her daily rounds. After all, Zelda wanted to avoid anything like this happening again in the future.

Her thoughts went back to her outburst. So...that is what anger truly felt like. It was hot and all-consuming. It was no wonder to her now that cultures visualize rage as a burning fire. She studied the feeling.

Images of flames blazing across the countryside crowded her imagination. The fire scorched everything black, and ash rained from the sky. With each choking breath, she could taste the smoke and feel the heat in her lungs. Her teeth itched to grind, and she felt magic surge to her hands. Amongst all that, Ghirahim appeared from the smoke, and Fi understood. She took in a cold breath of air, and her analysis was complete.

Fi strode across the air, gliding down to the hall floor, and she phased back outside. She needed to clear her thoughts. The castle garden was the perfect place.

The gardens spanned all around the castle-a collection of hedges, trees, and bright flower beds. However, in the far right corner of the grounds was a large pond. Fi spent her free time dancing along the water. Sometimes Zelda and Link would play something for her while she did so. Upon arriving, Fi glided out into the center of the shimmering pool. The moonlight sparkled against the water.

With another breath, she began.

She chasséd to the left and the right before she leaped into a spin. Fi glided across the water, twirling along with the grace of a butterfly. The garden became a whirl of cool colors bathed in moonlight. Fi rounded a bend in the pond, tiptoeing across the ripples, occasionally bouncing into a triple pirouette before sliding with the waves she makes. With each precise motion, another discordant thought or feeling clicked back into place, and she regained her lost control.

Fi continued, not even noticing when the soft plucking of strings joined the songs of tree frogs and crickets. Her routine finally ended with a long tight series of spins on her toes. She turned around when the sound of clapping got her attention. She smiled at the sight of Zelda sitting on the pond's edge with her harp resting in her lap. Fi floated over and gave a little bow.

"Lovely as always, Fi. I could see you from my balcony, and I just had to come down to join you."

Fi cocked her head and stepped from the pond before sitting neatly beside the princess.

"I always appreciate the company; however, the odds of your being awake were 10%."

Zelda chuckled, but her brow furrowed as she kept her eyes on the golden instrument in her lap. She played with the strings absently before she replied.

"Yeah...I couldn't sleep. With everything that happened tonight...I just feel really overwhelmed. I should have noticed something was going on before it came to a head as it did. People got hurt tonight, and I feel responsible. How am I supposed to explain myself to them and their families?" Zelda confessed. Her lip quivered, and her aura dimmed; she sniffed and picked at her nightgown.

"I don't know if I can convince my father that Ghirahim needs to stay. We can't just let him loose to do who knows what or worse, give the demon tribe a chance at one of its prized assets back. I just-I just don't know what to do!"

Zelda wailed, and Fi shifted closer to the sobbing princess. She had to think of something to say, but Zelda was correct in every account.

"I even thought you could learn something from him, and maybe he could learn a thing or two from you. I am sorry I ever put you through that. You should be resting after a hard-earned victory."

Fi was taken aback. Did Zelda really think she could learn something from Ghirahim, and she could teach him something in turn? Her imagination was crowded with memories of what anger felt like. Zelda sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Perhaps His Majesty will understand if you were to explain the possible terrible outcomes that would come to pass if Ghirahim was left alone."

"They don't want to let him go or let him stay. My father wants to kill him for his stunt with the vire, Fi! Impa too. And, the vire isn't the only red that stains his ledger Fi, you know this...you saw it first hand back then."

Zelda cried, folding her hands over her heart as her big blue eyes pleaded with Fi. The sword spirit gaped as she racked her brain for an answer. Was there anything that could be said to convince them not to slay the demon? Fi knew the objective answer, but it would not be what Zelda wanted to hear.

"The chances of convincing His Majesty not to have Ghirahim face capital punishment are slim, 5% rounded up."

Fi stated, earning a whimper from Zelda, but the princess nodded in understanding. Even though it was hard, it was the truth. It would take a miracle to save Ghirahim now; he had run out of those centuries ago.

"You're right, Fi...I think it's for the best anyway. This was a silly pipedream that I let go too far."

Zelda resolved as she rose to her feet. Brushing off the grass from her gown, Zelda picked up her harp. Fi mirrored her actions. The princess smiled and brushed a loose lock of hair from her eyes.

"Thank you for listening, Fi. I must bid you good night."

Fi bowed and escorted Zelda back into the castle and to her room. Fi stayed by Zelda's side until she fell asleep, and then the spirit leaped down from the balcony and made her way back towards the temple. Tommorow was bound to be a long day, and the morning was growing closer with each passing moment. Fi needed to be ready for her routine and to support Zelda in her endeavors.

As she passed the far wing, she reached out one last time to ensure Ghirahim was still in his room. She cried out and staggered to the earth as magical feedback assaulted her mind, and she shook her head against the ringing in her ears. Fi focused her gaze on his bedroom window, and a cold chill ran down her spine. Ghirahim leaned over the window, his fingers locked the stone in a death grip, and he stared down at the ground from his perch. Fi crouched down, and a crushing sensation pressed down on her shoulders. She kept her eyes on him. His head hung and swayed but then snapped up, and his eyes made contact with her. He snarled before retreating into the darkness of his room. The stone cracked and tore away under the force of him pulling away. It was accompanied by the windows slamming shut. Fi shook the heavy atmosphere from her shoulders. She floated up and summoned magic to her limbs. Tapping her toes against the walls, she added her own barrier to his. Now, he would be kept inside his room by a prison of light. She would know if he tried to break the bars and come to finish him within moments. Ghirahim would not get far if he tried.

Fi scowled as she levitated down and towards the temple. Only tommorow could show what the aftermath of today will be.