A/N I was having some minor writer's block while writing this. It's sort of choppy, so I apologize in advance.

I don't own Legend of Zelda.

Lahnia woke to the busy sounds of camp. After she finished the map last night, she had collapsed into her 'bed' of blankets. She yawned and sat up, rubbing the sand from her eyes.

"You're up early" She turned towards the deep voice. To her surprise, Konan was sitting on his little stool, the same place he was when she fell asleep.

"Have you been up all night?" Lahnias voice was slurred from sleepiness.

"What do you expect? I'm your guard." He seemed annoyed by her question, but he then grinned mischievously.

"Ready to cook?" he stood up, and walked towards the tent flap. "We don't have all day." She begrudgingly threw her blanket aside and stood, stretching her back. She walked over to him, and nodded.

"Follow me" They left the tent and began walking down the slope. The cool morning air hung as a heavy fog. The sun was just making its way above the horizon, the rays beginning to penetrate through the darkness. There were only a few demons walking about, the camp just beginning to wake up. They stopped in front of a large fire pit, with a large iron cauldron resting next to it. Against the wall there were cloth bags full of deku pears and stamina fruits.

"Well, here we are. Get started." Lahnia walked up to the bags full of fruit, looking for something.

"Where are the other ingredients?" she dug through them, but only the two fruits were there. Konan looked at her questioningly.

"What do you mean? This is all there is." She sighed. No wonder they had such a lack of taste. You can't make a good meal with only two ingredients!

"I need more ingredients, like Farons grass, deku seeds, heart fruit…" she began listing multiple ingredients, while Konan looked at her strangely.

"Wait" he interrupted her, and she stopped.

"Do you really need those? And why do you need so many things just to make food?" Now it was her turn to look at him strangely. She tried to think of a way to explain it to him, but to someone that had never tasted good food that would be almost impossible.

"Just trust me. So can we go get the ingredients?"

"We? No. Tell me what you need and I will get them." For the next few minutes Lahnia tried to describe all of the plants she would need. She would have preferred to just go get them herself, but she knew that was an impossible thing to ask. Konan left for the foods, leaving a sleepy demon to guard her.

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Why was he so curious about this? Konan was picking plants as he questioned his bizarre turn in his thoughts. A few days ago he wouldn't have cared to try 'good' food. Food was just meant to keep your strength up and nothing more. It didn't matter how good it tasted as long as it got the job done. But… there was just something about the way the girl had acted. When she first came, she was like a tiny ball of fear, trying to say as little as possible to not upset them. When she talked about food it was as if she was a different person, completely confident in herself. Konan wanted to know what was so special about it. That wasn't it though. The way she acted last night… it was as if just pure power exuded from her. It lasted only for a moment but it was enough to confuse him. It was strange and he felt… intimidated. That was a very unusual emotion for him, as he has killed many innocent lives without a second thought. So how could a weak, small girl intimidate him? He sighed heavily, and shook his head. It must have just been his imagination. His mind settled on that, and he went back to work trying to remember the impossibly long list of plants to collect.

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"It's finished" Lahnia was stirring the stew above the fire, smells wafting up to her face. It had been two hours after Konan had returned, with only half the ingredients she had told him. Like a good cook she had made do with what he brought. While she was cooking there were a lot of strange glances by demons walking by. She didn't care though, she was in her element. Konan sat up from where he had been watching her and walked over, peering into the pot.

"Do you want to try it?" She ladled some of the stew into a bowl and handed to him. He looked at it suspiciously, and then took it. With another glance at the smiling girl, he took a sip. As Lahnia watched, his face grew more confused, then shocked. He quickly downed the whole bowl. He looked down at her with, dare she say it, awe. He spoke quietly and slowly.

"That is the best thing I have ever tasted in my life." She beamed up at him.

"Thank you."

"We've got to tell Lord Ghirahim." Her face fell. She really didn't want to see him again. He had really creeped her out and she felt very uncomfortable around him.

"Um, you can go, I'll stay here." She mumbled, looking away. She was quickly receding into her shy, scared personality. Konan didn't seem to notice as he ladled more soup into a bowl. He then started walking up the slope, excitingly talking to himself. He stopped when he noticed she hadn't moved, and yelled back at her. His voice had turned back to his usual threatening tone.

"Follow!" She sighed and quickly ran up behind him, her stomach full of butterflies. What if he decides I'm not worth it and just kills me? Soon they were at the stone building again, and Konan quicklyopened the door and walked in. They went through a dimly lighted hallway before coming to another wooden door. He knocked, waiting for an answer.

"Come in." A shiver ran up Lahnias spine, there was no way she could forget that voice. They walked into a small room, with similar style to the main one she had met him in. There was a few stone pillars that housed burning torches. It still had that cold musty feeling. The only difference was size, and the lavish wooden desk that Ghirahim now was at. He looked up from his plans, an evil smile playing on his lips as he saw Lahnia.

"Oh, have you finished the map? That was awfully fast. Have you thought about what you're going to do now?" He stood, walking over to her. She gulped, and looked away.

"Actually, my Lord, we have come to have you taste this." Ghirahim looked at the guard, eyebrow raised.

"And what is it?" he walked over to Konan, who offered the bowl to him.

"Stew." Lahnia mumbled, responding before Konan could. She could feel Ghirahim gaze at her for a while before she lifted her head to see him taking a sip. She held her breath. After a moment of thinking, a smile crept across his face.

"It seems we have a new job for you…"

A/N Please read and review! ;)