When I awoke there were two things I noticed immediately. One was the hunger that ate away at my stomach. The second was that I could not move my arms or legs. Puzzled as to why I wouldn't be able to move I tried to remember what had happened to me.

I was flying above Skyloft when I got sick and had to head back, missing the Wing Ceremony. Woke up and had a bad feeling so I went to investigate…

Realization dawned on me and I uttered one curse of a word so foul even Eargus would balk. I know realized the danger I was in and quickly looked around to take in my surroundings. I was laid on my side, trees higher than any I've seen in Skyloft surrounded the area, making me feel secluded from the rest of the world with the only other visible thing the blue sky over me.

As my eyes latched onto the patch of home despair flew through me. Whoever this Lord Ghirahim was, he would never let me go most likely. From what I remember of him acting like, I doubted I would live very long either way. I shivered as I remembered his hands on my body, shocked that such a being as loathsome as he existed. Now I knew why I was still alive, and the knowledge filled me with dread and another wave of disgust.

Trying to take my mind off of that subject I looked down at my hands and legs, entranced by how I was held captive. My hands were bound together by a series of diamond figures. I wasn't completely sure what the diamonds were made of, but it reminded me of the feeling Ghirahim gave off when he got mad. Although I had a feeling they wouldn't, I wondered that if I was able to find a weak link within the cuffs I could break free.

I was so caught up in staring and figuring out the weakness of my bonds that I didn't notice the presence slowly making its way towards me.

"Do you like your new bracelets dear?" The voice still had that melodic tilt to it, his accent stranger than any I've heard.

Freezing, I felt fury burn its way into me. My eyes met black ones, fire channeling its way through. "How dare you." I spat, pride coming out of nowhere.

Paying no mind to my anger the pale demon crouched, fingers tracing my arm until he rested at the diamond links. "Beautiful aren't they?" Our eyes once again connected, "Beautiful cuffs for a beautiful slave."

My eyebrows met in anger, the feeling bubbling in my stomach and coated my tongue. I remained quiet however, sensing he would just ignore me. Instead I looked away, my cheek once again lying on the cold ground.

Ghirahim didn't like that and I heard him growl before I felt my hair being torn out of their roots, forcing me to sit halfway up. "Look at me when I talk to you."

I scowled, ignoring the pain in my scalp. This man was not going to gain my submission.

Ghirahim sighed dramatically, "You could make this so easy on yourself silly woman. You just have to listen to me and the pain would go away!" He shifted his hand so that it supported my head rather than pulling on my hair. I saw him move so that his face was in my peripheral vision. "I may have no other choice but to hurt you for your attention!"

I bit the inside of my cheek hard, copper taste filling in. Thoughts swirled in my head as I decided whether or not to give in. If I gave in then he would probably make it less painful. But if I did give in, any pride or self-confidence I once had would be gone. My final decision was that I was better to be in pain, but remain who I am.

Waiting another moment or two Ghirahim made a sad sound, "How I hoped it wouldn't come to this so soon!" He pulled on my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "That's much better, can't have you disobedient. Until you speak or acknowledge me I will give you no food, no water, and not unshackle you."

Dread piled in my already-empty stomach. Pain I could endure, but starvation?

Ghirahim stood up, letting me fall to the floor again. "As soon as you speak my name I will give you food and water, and relax your restraints a tad."

My instincts told me to give in, but my pride would not allow it. Sometimes there are points when pride is your downfall, and this may be one of those moments. Biting back my pride I growled, "Fine. You win." My eyes met his again, the anger gone from mine.

A wide grin spread across Ghirahim's face, sending a shiver down my spine. With a snap the cuffs were gone, surprising me. When Ghirahim saw my expression he chuckled, "I lied. The sooner you were complacent the more I was going to loosen the bonds. Since you're such a good girl, I decided to get rid of them altogether." His hand extended towards me and I cautiously took it. With seemingly no effort on his part he lifted me off the ground.

As soon as I was on my feet I let go of his hand as if it were a snake, causing him to frown. Ghirahim stepped closer to me and I tensed. His hand came up to my face, trailing down my cheek until reaching my chin where he grabbed it. My eyes met his calmly, confusing him.

"Who are you?" I was calm, no trace of my previous anger in my veins. "What do you want from me?" I was genuinely curious and I felt some sort of power course through me.

Ghirahim smirked, "I am your master, the Demon Lord of the surface. You will call me Lord Ghirahim or Master. You will do whatever I want you to do, even if it would displease you." His eyes traveled down my frame again, approval plain.

Lips tilted in a frown, "You are not my master, and I am my own."

Chuckling slightly, Ghirahim raised his hand, "Looks like I'll need to teach you better my little slave."

The hand moved down quickly, but I moved quicker. My body moving faster than I thought it could, ducking under the swinging fist as I brought the heel of my palm up. My hand met Ghirahim's chin soundly, causing his head to snap up with enough force to break an ordinary human's neck. I swept his feet out from under him, noticing as he fell that my sword was by his side. Before he could blink my sword was at his throat, a foot on his chest to keep him down. All of this happened within the span of ten seconds, leaving me trying to remember how exactly I managed to complete this feat.

My eyes looked down on Ghirahim's face as he flew into a state of anger, not afraid in the least. He was simply a big baby. I leaned down, sword pressing into the soft flesh of his throat, "What was that about being a slave?"

Right in front of my eyes Ghirahim disappeared in a cloud of diamonds, causing me to blink. Before I could straighten I felt the blade of a sword press against my own neck, hard enough to draw blood. Ghirahim whispered hotly in my ear, "You disrespectful human," spitting the word as if it was poison. "You idare/i draw your blade against me? Who the hell do you think you are?! You aren't the Goddess's Hero, you aren't the Goddess, yet you defy me?" I felt something wet trace the wound on my throat and shivered unconsciously, "You should be grateful that I've let you live this long!"

"Have I hurt your pride my Lord? I am sorry that I have dented such a thing." I replied monotonously, sarcasm just a syllable away.

"Shut up!" He barked, power flowing away from him.

I relaxed my arms and focused on a faraway tree, "If I am such an inconvenience, then why have you yet to dispose of me?"

Ghirahim's sword paused and he hissed, "What exactly are you Fallon?"

His question puzzled me but I answered, "I am a human. That is all."

"You are lying. Humans don't move that fast." His hand roughly grabbed my face, making me look at him again. "What in the hell are you Fallon?"

"I am a human, a Knight of Skyloft. I am myself, nothing more and nothing less," I repeated calmly.

Curiosity shone in his black eyes, "Do you not know yourself?" A grin spread wide on his face, "How… interesting." With that he removed his sword from my throat, walking around to my front with his arms crossed. "You are a very interesting specimen Fallon, one I hope to further investigate."

Raising an eyebrow I replied, "And what do you exactly mean by that?"

Turning back to me Ghirahim replied, "If you promise me your help, I will help you discover who you really are."

My eyes narrowed, gut instinct telling me that this was a bad idea, "Why would you need my help?"

Sighing dramatically Ghirahim brought a hand to his forehead, "My master needs help escaping some bonds a pesky immortal put on him years ago! It was simply an unfair thing to do! All my master was doing was what he loved best and he was punished for it! Isn't it just hypocrisy!?"

Pausing for a moment I thought it over, "How would you help me?"

Ghirahim smiled, "I've met all sorts of different people out there, and I am sure at least one could help you figure out the answer. There's also a couple tomes here and there speaking of species similar to humans but are different."

The thought rolled around in my mind, making me wonder: Do I really want to know who I am? My answer was simple, "Thanks, but no thanks." I grabbed my sword, sheathing it while making sure I had everything else. "So, if you don't mind I will be leaving now." I began to walk away, grabbing my shield from where it lay on the ground.

Apparently Ghirahim had other plans, for he called out, "Don't you want to see- what was her name?- Zelda again? I need to find her in order to save my master."

I paused a moment longer and shook my head. "I'll find her myself." And I continued on, making it pass the ring of trees before Ghirahim made another attempt.

I felt his hands on my shoulders, arms sliding forward until his chest was pressed against my back. "I don't believe you understand Fallon dear." His voice was low with a rough edge, "I want, no, need for you to come with me."

Blinking lazily I shrugged him off and continued walking, "Then you will have to keep up with me Ghirahim."

I swore I heard his teeth grind with that statement and I hoped he would leave me alone after that. But it seems that the Goddess would have something different in store for me.

As I continued on, I felt Ghirahim catch up until he was walking next to me. I smirked at his scowl, but didn't say anything.

Nothing would hold me back.