Chapter 1 - Life Just Got A Whole Lot Worse

"You are coming with me." that same voice hissed from directly behind me. I shrieked, leaping forwards onto my bed, facing somebody vaguely familiar. Then I facepalmed.

"Oh god, not you." I groaned, letting myself fall backwards onto the bed horizontally. So, a freaky moronic Demon was in my room. My sister would flip if I told her. Not that I would.

"Why 'not me'?" he sneered. I looked back to him.

"You're Ghirahim! That's why! My sister hates you with a passion, but I couldn't care less who the hell you are." I said, falling back onto the bed.

"And I couldn't care less about your sister."

"Cool, we have so much in common." I said dryly, without looking up. I heard the dumb demon growl, before I felt the light thud of his footsteps.

"You are coming with me, now."

Suddenly I felt a hand that was colder than ice grip my forearm, and the world began spinning. I closed my eyes to ward off impending nausea, and waited until I felt the motion stop. I was harshly dropped onto the ground, and I felt silk beneath my arms, and my face, and my bare-from-the-thigh-up legs.

I lifted my face off the soft surface, seeing that I was on a very large, fancy-looking bed.

"If you try to force yourself on me I'll punch you into the next century." I warned, glaring at the smug demon. He just smirked, before tossing me off the bed and onto a hard stone floor. There was a loud crack as my head connected with said floor, and I blacked out.

'That bastard. Damn, my head hurts!' I mentally growled with a grimace as I came to. Then I realized something; I had no idea where I was.

'This wasn't the room Ghirahim teleported me to.' I thought suspiciously. Then, the scene around me changed. I was now in a grand, but evil-looking, throne room. People walked right through me, and most looked like slaves and demons. Then, on the throne itself, was somebody who I inferred to be 'Demise', and he looked absolutely terrifying, moreso now that he wasn't an animated character on a TV screen. Yet, in the midst of all of it, there was a small toddler chattering nonsense beside the throne.

The child had crimson-tinged silver eyes, bright red-orange hair that flowed almost down to her waist, and fair skin almost as white as Ghirahim's, though more natural-looking about it.

It looked like me. Back how I looked as a little kid, but the colours were all wrong. I had honey-blonde hair, yellow-gold eyes, and slightly freckled tan skin. Yet at the same time, the image in front of me seemed...right, somehow. Though, a disturbing thought hit me as the little girl called Demise 'papa'.

What if that's me?

No... That was dumb. And the idea was entirely driven from my mind when Demise called the young girl Kiatra. I felt the dream fading, which was strange; normally I don't consciously know I'm dreaming when I'm asleep.

"Were I in any position to do so, I would beat the crap out of you, Ghirahim." I growled, glaring at the demon the moment I opened my eyes. He rolled his eyes.

"But you're not. Come now, I've set clothes at the foot of your bed, and training starts half an hour after the morning meal." he said, before walking towards what seemed to be just a wall; until he snapped his fingers, and two doors appeared. One led outside, where he was standing, and the other was on the opposite wall, and led to what looked like a bathroom.

"Well aren't we organized. Can you step out so I can change?" I asked Ghirahim impatiently. He snapped his fingers and disappeared. "Showoff." I muttered. As I dressed in the strange new clothes -a pair of black slim-fitting pants and a sleeveless black shirt, with knee-high boots and elbow-length gloves to match- I began to think, and a hundred questions fought their way to the forefront of my mind.

Why did Ghirahim choose me, of all people?

When would I be allowed to go home?

Did I want to go home?

What did Ghirahim mean by training?

"Well, the only way to find out is to ask, I guess. I wonder where we are..." I murmured as I walked down the creepy corridor outside of the bedroom.

Breakfast was... actually pretty great, other than the fact that I was in this place against my will.

"Ghirahim, I have a few questions." I stated. The table went quiet. There had been a few more demons and servants in what looked to be a castle, and some of them were here.

"Yes?" Ghirahim drawled boredly.

"When can I go home? Or is this new 'me-being-here' arrangement permanent?" I asked my first question.

"We'll see, once my master is revived, and our mission complete." he answered.

"Thanks for your honesty." I muttered. Slowly, everybody at the table excused themselves for some reason or another, until there was only one, other than Ghirahim and myself, left.

"Why did you choose me?" I asked, a little quieter.

"What?" Clearly, neither men at the table had been listening.

"I'm nothing special, so why me?" I rephrased.

"My master's orders, otherwise I would have left you in your pathetic little life, contemplating suicide." he sneered.

I glared at that. I'd had enough of him.

"If you lived in my life for one day, you would have been contemplating suicide too, Ghirahim!" I practically snarled.

"And why is that?" I wanted to hit him so bad at that moment.

"My boyfriend abused, and raped me on a weekly, sometimes daily basis. That's one. My sister is a spoiled brat that only cares about her precious games, and breaks or steals my stuff. That's two. My parents couldn't care less about me if they wanted to, they always take my sister's side on everything, and I get punished for things she does. That's three. When I told my parents that Alex raped me, they said it was my own fault, for getting involved with him. That's four. And finally, everybody at my school hates me, for no apparent reason. I'm bullied, beaten, and ridiculed on a daily basis. That, is five. Five very good reasons to contemplate suicide." I growled.

There was silence after this.

"Now, I dare you to go through that for eighteen years, and tell me that you didn't contemplate suicide once." I added, standing from my chair. Then I returned to what I assumed was my room. Well, I'd intended to. But, I got lost. Where did I wind up? Where I was supposed to be thirty minutes from now. The training room. I wandered over to an assortment of weapons hanging against the wall, taking a particular interest in a black-hilted dagger. The blade was long, for a dagger, at about seven inches long. And it was sharp, I could tell just by looking. On either side, a garnet gem was encrusted into the hilt. All-in-all, it looked pretty cool.

I hummed in thought, looking to the soft target a little ways away. It was obviously meant for throwing knives and archery. Hesitantly, I reached for the dagger, but decided upon a much smaller blade. I'd only ever used throwing knives once back home, so I didn't want to be overconfident in any way.

I turned away, so my back was facing the target, with the dagger in my hand. Then, I whirled, and threw it. My eyes widened when it hit the target spot-on.

"Woah." I whispered, walking to the target. A perfect bulls-eye. I pulled the small knife out of the target, and returned it to its place, grabbing the black-hilted dagger. As soon as I touched it, the two gems flashed crimson, their glow illuminating the room for almost a minute.

'Just what was that all about?' I wondered as the glow faded.

"What do you think you're doing?" I heard Ghirahim demand angrily. I turned around and saw him storming towards me. He snatched the dagger from me and replaced it in it's proper spot.

"I got lost, and ended up here! I was just looking at it!" I snapped, standing up to his anger. Then my head snapped to the side with a loud crack. The S.O.B backhanded me! I stepped back, wincing when I put my hand to my cheek. It stung.

"Watch your tone with me, or I will do worse." he growled. I glared at him.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I shot back at him. His glare deepened, and he slapped me again.

"You will learn your place soon enough.." he muttered, grabbing my wrist and all but dragging me back to my room. The door disappeared when he closed it behind him, leaving me alone with no way out. My tough facade cracked, and tears pricked my eyes.

"I want to go home.." I whimpered, sinking down to the floor against the wall, curling into a loose fetal position

Ghirahim watched with contempt when the human girl began to cry, as he saw from one of the illusion-windows. They were actually just that; an illusion. On the other side the window was see-through, and led into a viewing room of sorts. In the back of his head, he felt pity, but shoved it away.

'Humans are so weak.'he thought with a sneer, before leaving the viewing room.

A/N: Ghirahim's a bit of an asshole. I don't own Skyward Sword. AT all. MErry Christmas!