Authors Note: STOP AND READ THIS FIRST!!! To whom it may concern, I rewritten all the chapters preceding this one, meaning I've also added a little extra plot to it. You can either go back and read it, or read this little recap. Basically, as they were headed to the top of the mountain, the whole group got caught in the falling rocks. Gornam was seriously injured and so Shadow Link carried him up to the Great Fairy's cave, where he made a shadow of her and healed Gornam.

All right, you can read the story now. Points to anyone who can guess the meaning of the Great Fairy's Name.

The pitiful group huddled beneath the ledge as the relentless deluge of stone poured from the sky. They had been there for what seemed like hours. The rain of stone had ended awhile ago, and hadn't come again, but still no one ventured out from under the ledge.

So they waited.

And waited.

And the sun sank down and the moon flew high, but no one stirred, no one moved.

They were trapped in the darkness before dawn when they heard the cry.

"Are you still there?"

It was a voice they all knew. The voice of their leader.

"Come up here!"

"Are you insane?" croaked Famare, "We should all die!"

"Dammit, you old fool, get up here!" the voice shouted.

"You heard the man, come on up!" boomed the voice of Gornam, who towered, healed, at the lip of the cliff above them all.

"I want you to see something."

It did not surprise me that Famare protested the climb so much. In fact, I had expected him to. However, when the others had scaled the cliff, he too, ascended. Even he gawked at Gornam's remarkable recovery. Gornam towered above them all, proud and smiling. He faced the east, and the others flocked around him, questioning, and so he was the first to see.

"Look!" he cried, pointing out over the horizon.

We all turned.

The burning eye that watches all broke past its dark borders and flooded Hyrule with glorious gold. The skies exploded into ethereal color, adorning itself in bronze and magenta in preparation for the coming party of the day. Night, as glamorous as she is, was chased away, her dark and sparkling dress fleeing across the border of the horizon.

But below! Below the divine sky we saw the land. It stretched so far, so wide, and the light in which it was bathed was enough to make the heart wrench and long and yearn for it.

"I want it." Juna said softly, curling her arm around my elbow. "I want it all."

I touched her hand. "So do I." I whispered, amazed at the audacity of breaking this holy silence of coming day. "So do I."

None of us left that mountain that day. The stones were falling again, and we were by far too enraptured by the land spread beneath us to leave it behind just yet.

I personally sat at the highest point, gazing out to the sapphire streak that was possibly- possibly- my beloved Lake Hylia.

Juna sat beside me, still stroking her cucco. "What do we do?" she asked. "How can we live in the graveyard now?"

I was silent. Indeed, how could we? I feared I had done something horrible, something irreversible. But, wasn't this better? Is not knowledge worth the sacrifice?

I sighed. "We can't. We cannot live there any longer, not knowing what we know." I looked up at the clouds. "But we cannot live just anywhere, either!"

"Then… what?"

"I don't know, dammit!" I ground my fist into the dirt. "I don't know. Maybe that old fool was right. I never should have come up here!"

"There are options." A sweet voice whispered. Juna and I turned.

The shadow of the great fairy stood behind us. Her three tails of hair floated against the wind. Upon first glance, she seemed to be completely naked, until you looked closely at the vines encircling her body. Juna sniffed. Upon the fairy's introduction, she had been less than welcoming. While the coming of another female in the group was widely welcomed, she had been the only one annoyed.

The fairy sat next to me, pressing her body next to my arm. Had it been possible, I would have turned a darker black from the contact. Juna looked less than pleased.

"Have you chosen a name yet?" I said.

"No." she replied, and pressed even closer. "Why don't you name me?"

Juna hissed slightly. Cold fire burned in her eyes. "Names are not toys." I stammered. "I couldn't possibly-"

"Ple-ease." She whined.

I thought. "If I were to name you Acantha, would you release my arm?"

The fairy-Acantha- obliged. I breathed a sigh of relief. I ran my fingers through my hair. "You said something about options?"

"Yes." She placed her hands daintily on her knees. "You could wage war with the Hyleans. That's option one. But they do outnumber us, don't they?" She smiled. "We could stay in the graveyard, but no one would be happy. Or," and here her smile took on a malicious tinge. "We could make a place of our own."

"Pardon?" I asked, puzzled.

"Our own place. A Shadow place. We could. If you wanted."

I regarded her closely. She was new. In a sense she was young. In another sense, she was older than any of us could hope to be. I smiled. "I do believe that we could."

The night had returned.

We had all gathered halfway down the other side of the mountain. I stood away from them, on a cliff that reached out over the base of the mountain. I glanced at the sky- the new moon shed no damning light. I prayed that our plan would work.

Ceremoniously, I held out the bottle. The murky liquid splashed within it's casing. Slowly, I removed the stopper. Palming it's bulbous top, I held out the bottle.

Quickly, I flipped it upside-down and righted it. A healthy glob of the potion fell from the lip and descended into the darkness.

We held our breath. There was an enormous shaking, followed by a tremendous roar. "Get out of the way!" I screamed.

We all turned and ran up Death Mountain, as the great shadowy behemoth behind rose and crackled into the night.