Well, crap happens am I right guys? Ha... ha... ha... *dodges tomatoes* ALSO if my story goes away from the actual legend in Skyward Sword, leave me be. I am playing around with stuff like this. It is quite fun :D
Three days. Three days. No sign of life for three days. The only way to tell the boy was alive was by the labored breath. The demon lord towered over him as if he was a delicate house of cards about to fall apart in his hands. That was the problem with a demon's magic.
On demons, it worked with perfection each time, but on humans, the current of power could heal them, or send their bodies into shock putting too much pressure on the heart making it fail. So many broken bones, so much blood. Oh the blood. It took all the demon's control not to suck him dry.
But it was hard. Holy blood tasted so divine. Even if the hero had an evil heart, his blood was still pure and holy with the power of the Triforce flowing through his veins. The only reason they couldn't just let him die...
Unlike Hylia, (who blessed herself with eternal life) Link wouldn't just come back if he died. No, Hylia would brush off his soul along with the power of the Triforce making the next reincarnated hero weaker in power until one day, he would have no power left. Link was valuable as a weapon because if he was trained, he could awaken the power within him.
Hylia on the other hand just would create a new body for herself. She had an eternal spirit and her power would forever be there. Even though Zelda's body had been sacrificed, Demise only stood now with half of the power of Hylia. The damned goddess was smart like that. She could never be truly vanquished.
If the creator of the world was killed, the world would go with her. It did not matter if Demise had the entire Triforce, Hylia had to live which made it so the demons had to constantly fight to stay on top.
Ghirahim sighed handling the boy's left arm lightly using his magic to slowly heal the bone. The demon had placed a spell on the human that would keep him alive until his body had healed enough to survive on it's own.
The demon king had determined this wasn't an escape attempt after he had examined the way Link fell, and the other fact that he could sense someone else there. He didn't say who he thought it was and he didn't need to.
Ghirahim remembered the merciless eyes filled with a spark of fear as he turned on his heel and stormed away. Ghirahim had just stood there in shock. The last time he had seen that look was before Demise was banished into hell. It was a sheikah. It had to be. No necessarily Hylia, but a sheikah in general. Definitely not Impa, no, she wouldn't be that stupid. Hylia wouldn't send her guard dog.
No she'd send her angles. Pure creatures who fought demons in the name of Hylia. They were warriors of the goddess. The angels only came down in a time of need. Unfortunately when the skies of Skyloft were filled with smoke, the angels protected the humans in their flea to the land below. The angels were also the reason the dragons survived.
What a mess.
Link was an angel actually. Quite funny. He was Hylia's right hand angel who protected her as her hero. Yet now it seemed he had fallen. He was born into the world as the angel of peace to bring balance between light and dark, hence his name, he was to link the creatures of the surface and angels to peace and paradise. The boy had more power than he knew of.
Ghirahim pet the lovely, bloody, blonde hair with a smile. He loved his Skychild actually, the boy was so innocent and sweet. But he was a robot. Programed not to stop like the ones in Lanayru. He was programmed to never give up, and to never back down. It was his only weakness. If he hadn't charged head-first into the final battle that determined everyone's fate, he would've won. If he studied his opponent better, he would've won.
The demon lord smirked. Hylia meant to make him perfect and failed by not giving the boy common sense. Ghirahim sighed and watched the boy breath- more like wheeze. His right lung had be punctured by a stray rib that broke. He was barely alive when they found him.
The side of his skull had a horrible break in it and you could see the indent where the bone was in his brain. He should be dead right now. But he wasn't thanks to a spell. The only reason he wasn't dead was because of Ghirahim. Magic was a wonderful thing in some ways. The only bad thing was that Ghirahim was now less powerful and weaker thanks to this incident. He grit his teeth.
'The stupid child better not be ungrateful!' Ghirahim thought. 'But it is my duty. Master would be so mad if I let him die.' The demon sighed and got back to work there was still too much to do.
'Oww...' Link thought as he felt his broken leg being moved into another agonizing position. He couldn't find his voice to tell the person to stop, it was like his mind was detached from his body. He couldn't move his fingers, his arms, hell, he couldn't even feel himself breath. He could feel pain but couldn't find his vocal cords to cry out.
He felt like a stone. He couldn't move, it was like his brain wasn't there to tell his body what to do. And for a moment he wondered if it would be like this for the rest of his life. He could feel the broken bones being healed and it was like his muscles were being pulled apart. But he knew it was the demons healing him. He knew the feeling like the back of his hand. He knew what it felt like to have the cells in your body be forcefully joined with the others to make you whole again.
But it hurt so badly.
A sharp pain spread across his body and he didn't realize it but he cried out sharply now being able to breathe better and he could now feel his heart pound against his crest.
His ears could once again hear around once more. Maybe he wouldn't be stuck life this forever.
"Finally." He heard Ghirahim chuckle. "I thought you were dead for a while."
Link couldn't find his tongue to form words so he just moaned painfully.
"I see, well I promise this will hurt." Ghirahim sighed.
'As if it didn't before...' Link thought. The teen felt freezing hands on either side of his head and froze. 'What is he doing?!' Link panicked. 'Is he killing me?!'
"Now relax. It will all be over soon." Link was panicking in his head as he felt tiny pricks of energy enter his skin meaning magic was being forced into his head. A sharp agony entered and pulsed through his skull making him moan in pain.
The pain intensified until it almost became unbearable then it was gone. His eyes snapped open and he gasped and panted.
"There we go." The demon lord sighed. "Now we're back to normal. Can you move your hands yet?"
"My hands? You just put magic into my head and your worried about my hands?" Link nearly yelled shocking himself that he was now able to speak.
"You know you should be thanking me because I saved you." Ghirahim glared. "In fact the only reason you can speak now is because I got the broken pieces of bone out of your brain and back where they belonged. You owe me your life."
"What? I didn't feel that bad. And why didn't I die instantly?"
"Because you silly Skychild, I used my magic to save you. Even with the bones in your brain, my magic controlled your body while your brain basically died. Then my magic restored your brain to natural health." Ghirahim bragged about his magic once again.
"Oh..." Link gulped. "Th-thank you." The boy sat up and looked at himself noting the scratches, the bruises, and the scars where he was cut really deep. "Will I be okay?"
"As far as I can tell, yes. But walking will be difficult. Your legs were both shattered beyond repair on their own. It might be painful as well."
"I'll survive." Link nodded and tried to stand up, feeling like a new born baby with both legs weak and shaky.
"Told you." Ghirahim placed an arm around the teen's waist helping him up only to have his legs give out beneath him. If it wasn't for the demon he would've collapsed.
"This wasn't as difficult as I remember." Link noted dumbly trying to get his legs underneath him.
"Well your muscles are weak. I did have to rebuild them."
"Oh then that explains it." Link sighed in frustration as he fell again. Surprisingly, Ghirahim kept his patience and helped him back up. Link managed to get his feet under him once more, but he couldn't balance. Thanks to Ghirahim, he walked to the door before he fell once more groaning in frustration.
"It is fine. Allow me to carry you to dinner."
"Dinner? It's that late?" Link asked.
"Skychild, you have been out for three days."
"Three days?" Link gasped and shook his head. "How could I be that weak?"
"Weak? You survived a bone through your lung and a bone through your brain. You are not weak." Ghirahim scoffed. "Try loosing half your power. That makes you feel weak."
"Wow, poor baby." Link joked and chuckled making Ghirahim chuckle.
"Yes, you might be thinking how pathetic I must sound." Ghirahim laughed.
"Actually no."
"Really? Why is this?"
"Because everyone is really different in their own way. My mother used to tell me that everyone was special in their own little way. There is no such thing as normal because in order for anything to be normal, everyone has to have the same thing alike. Like, it is normal to have skin on your bones, but there can be no normal for eye color or hair color. Your weak will never be the same as mine."
"Your mother, how did you lose her?" Ghirahim asked with curiosity. Link looked to the ground.
"They were flying, my mom and dad. And I was only five but I remember watching them. Something came out of the clouds below and scared the Loftwings and they bucked my parents off. I remember watching them fall, then nothing. They disappeared through the clouds. I guess that's why I was so eager to go down when Zelda fell. I guess I wanted to see if they survived as well."
"I am sorry." Ghirahim sighed. "I probably shouldn't have brought it up."
"No, it's fine. If you mind, how did you lose yours?"
"Well before your city in the sky... let's see... about 1,053 years before Skyloft was created, I was a human with my parents, only the age of three. I can still smell the smoke of burning buildings..." Ghirahim stopped for a second then shook his head lightly. "My father had gone outside to fight the enemies, my mother stayed inside and protected me. The rest is blank, but I remember his eyes and the fire of his hair. I then stayed with him forever. Cursed for eternity."
"That must be hard..." Link gave Ghirahim a sympathetic look.
"No it is fine. Since you came into my life, I have been eager each day to see what you'd do." Ghirahim chuckled absentmindedly.
"Wait what?"
"When we met in the Skyveiw temple, I looked down upon you as if you were a pest. Then as our battles became interesting, I actually pitied you. It seemed as if we both were in the same position, fighting a battle that neither of us should've been a part of. We were both forced into war and it didn't matter what we wanted, we were stuck in our position."
"Well I admit, some days it felt like that." Link admitted.
"But it does not matter anymore. We are now fighting the same team."
"I guess. But I am still new to this." Link chuckled to himself.
"That is true. But even though I been a part of this for many years, I still feel new, and even I make mistakes."
"You? Make a mistake?" Link exaggerated with a smile.
"I could always drop you." Ghirahim contemplated. "But what fun would that be?" Link smiled to Ghirahim as they walked/waddled down the hall.
That night, Link layed in his bed and sighed. He rolled over in the warm sheets and reached under his bed. He had stored the important items there the day he got the room.
He pulled out a picture of Zelda and held the smiling photo in the moonlight. "Zelda..." He whispered her name and let his fingers trail over her face. He had found the picture in the pocket with his supplies when he found them.
He reached under the bed again and pulled out his sword, the one that glimmered in the light, the one that the demons didn't dare touch with their bare hand.
"Fi..." The hero whispered. "Fi please tell me you're still in there. C'mon Fi. Fi... please..." The teen sighed and bowed his head. "Fi I need you."
"Master... I have always been here. All you needed to do what clear your mind so I may speak." The same voice echoed through his mind.
"Thank the goddess Fi... I missed you."
"Master, you are in worse condition than the last time I saw you. I suggest utilizing the potion in your adventure pouch in order to heal your legs."
"Of course... thank you Fi..." Link reached down once more and too out the spare red potion that he had forgotten about healing his legs to perfect condition once more.
"Master, my calculations show that there is a 51% chance your plan will work. If you fail, I wish you the best of luck."
"I wont fail. Where are the survivors do you know?" Link asked wiping the taste from his lips.
"I understand they are beyond the waters of lake Floria. That is the Holy Land. The goddess, Hylia, had created this land in a time of emergency. The demons cannot step foot in the Holy Land as long as the goddess keeps her power. There is a tribe, the Sheikah, that might give you trouble. They are the goddess's protectors. Show them the sword you hold in your hand and they will let you pass."
"Thanks Fi. I appreciate this."
"Master Link, I wish you luck."
Link smiled lightly and stood up from his bed now with his muscles completely healed. He reached under the bed and grabbed his adventure pouch, his shield, and a black cloak. His tunic was too ripped for repair so he left them in the rat infested dungeons. He wouldn't miss it. This was his last chance to make it back. There was no turning back after this.
With the thought in his mind, he dashed down the hallway more than eager to get out of this horrible place.
Well there he goes... looking for trouble again.
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