A/N: Leslie belongs to ChildofCourage on deviantART. Plot, characters, and settings belong to Nintendo.

? P.O.V.

White tresses fell over my shoulder as a shudder went through my body. It was cold, so cold.

I followed the path of my arm- did my sword make it in time? Black blood spilled around the ornate hilt of the borrowed sword, flowing down scales and to the ground. A roar entered my ears and I felt another jerk in my stomach.

"You incompetent human! You couldn't even hit my chest!" Flames billowed into the sky.

Something traveled up and I coughed, marking the ground under me a deep burgundy. I lifted my eyes from the twisted form of Ghirahim and to the red-cloaked hero. "Land the final blow, Link." My voice was humiliatingly weak as I clutched the blade lodged in me. "The magic in the blade will seal him."

Then the sword was gone from my torso, the last gift Ghirahim has given me. I collapsed, and watched the battle continue with the radiant sword hindering Demise. I saw the final blow, and Hylia descend to seal Demise away. I saw the sword in Demise's hand fade away before the Goddess's light reached him. I felt someone caress my bloodied cheek as the world began to grow dark and the presence leave.

"I am sorry," it wasn't his voice, but the voice of Hylia. She sounded weary, and there was an ocean of tears that could be heard in her voice.

A cloud of bitter resentment pooled in my stomach, but like my blood it simply left me. The pain was unbearable, it had always been. I wanted to sleep, I was so tired. My eyes fluttered open and I tried to smile, but I could not see. "Tell my little ones… that mommy loves them."

"I will Kallen, I will make sure they live long and have many children. I will tell them of how wonderful their mother was, and how they wait for her when they pass on," Hylia whispered, her touch a healing salve on the wound. It hit me then, that Link was dead as well. Oh how cruel this life was.

Something was pushed into my hand, a voice whispering faintly, Mistress… We shall reunite again. And then it was gone, and so was the ground, and the sky. Armor dissolved to nothing and I fell, but I did not fear. After all… all I could do was wait.

Shouting. That was the first thing I realized when I came to. There were two people from the sounds of it, one definitely female, the other…

It hit me like a bucket of cold water, hearing Ghirahim's voice. I stayed still, my mind trying to wrap around everything. I had died and then… Oh Goddess of Light and Mercy. I opened my eyes, black hair falling in them as I stared at the sky. All this time. All this time I had been back. But why can't I remember the afterlife? Why? I shook, emotions raw coming to the surface and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. Cry for everything that I missed.

Leslie's voice entered my hearing and I started, "Oh yeah! Eat dirt Ghirahim!" This was followed by a noise of pain from Ghirahim and the breaking of bark.

Forcing myself up, I stared at the long forgotten face of Ghirahim as he wrenched himself out of the tree he had been kicked into. Blood ran down his face as he snarled, "That hurt mirror girl." And with that he summoned two of his many swords, beginning to charge at Leslie, who had no idea what was coming.

I reacted to it before I even thought about it; the movement's all too familiar as I drew my sword. The world slowed down for a fraction of a second as I rushed in front of Leslie, my sword clanging against Ghirahim's. My feet dug slightly into the ground from the force, this body not used to the abuse Ghirahim could put it through. Then the world returned to normal, the shock on Ghirahim's face priceless in any other situation. Shoving his sword aside, I said in a voice that was as alien as familiar to me, "Enough Ghirahim!"

"Wow… Thanks Fallon… I think?" Leslie sounded a bit stunned. Oh I was going to need a glass of something strong after this.

Casting a look over my shoulder, I replied to her, "Hey may not look it now, but if this goes on much longer you could get seriously hurt." Then again, I wasn't sure of what she was fully capable of herself.

"Get out of my way, Fallon," Ghirahim's growl caused me to look at him again. "This girl is mine!" He teleported, appearing behind Leslie a few moments later with his sword poised to strike.

Moving fast I ran past him, hooking my foot around his ankle and tugging. With my accelerated weight Ghirahim fell to the ground and I placed the tip of my blade right above his eyes. The world slowed down again, and I growled back at Ghirahim. "I said… that's enough Ghirahim." I sent him a silent message, that if he moved he was going to lose something. The stubborn-head demon he was, he somehow got the hint and laid deathly still, glaring back into my eyes.

"I know Fallon, but he has to pay for what he did to me when I was only SIXTEEN!" I heard Leslie sob and I twitched, biting my lip.

I did not want to think of what the demon I used to love could have done to her. But I knew very well the lustful thing he was, and so I prepared my heart for the worst. Guilt ate at my stomach though. It was my job to make sure he had been sealed away. I had failed my job, my one duty as the Knight.

I opened my mouth, eyes softening at the look on Leslie's face. "I know… I know better than anyone. But revenge is not the answer." A bitter thought stuck out at me, the anger I had felt thousands of years ago that had turned to a lemon of bitterness. "I am sorry I could not perform my duty back then. It is my fault that you have endured such pain. Let me make it up to you." Ghirahim looked positively confused as I stepped away, my sword hanging at my side as a reminder however. "By making him suffer what he hates most: not having control."

Ghirahim snarled as he stood, "Shut the hell up and get out of my way!" He moved forward viciously as if to stab me with his sword.

The blade soared past me as I turned, my hand arching back into a fist. I used the bit of power I still retained and forced my fist to speed forward with all the weight of a loftwing, ignoring the sharp pain as my knuckles connected to his chin. Ghirahim fell to the ground, unconscious and a good bruise on his jawline.

I allowed myself to sigh as I stared at him, "He's changed so much since then…" Thoughts drifted for a second and I remembered Leslie. She must be even more confused than I am. I glanced up and fought for the right words, as cliché as they sounded. "Don't tell Ghirahim but… I'm actually someone he used to know when Demise was sealed. I was one of the ones to seal Demise away, but we weren't able to get him… Not Ghirahim." The battle played through my head again, and I wondered at how I was going to tell him… I smiled, feeling way too tired for my age. "I'm sorry for my incompetency." I winced inwardly at my word choice, I sounded like my grandmother for goodness sake! I reminded myself that I used to speak that way, and swatted away the thoughts.

I think a mug of ale will do. A good strong ale from Pumpkin Landing. And sleep. Lots of sleep.

Leslie nodded, bringing me out of myself, "I know, your name was Kallen." That shocked me, how would she know my name? She smiled and shrugged, "It's okay that which does not kill you makes you stronger."

A blink later and I smiled, "Hmm, well then." I'll save pondering over Leslie for a less important time. "Stay strong, it's the only way women like us get through the world!"

"I will; thanks!" Leslie smiled back. Then she pointed towards Ghirahim, "You want to ditch the dodo?" She giggled a little- at least she was feeling good about the situation.

Not quite sure what a dodo was, I laughed in response, not expecting it to be as sad as it sounded. "I can't. He's after the one whom I must protect. And unfortunately… he still has a little place in my heart, the bastard." I looked down at him, perhaps not quite as harshly as before.

"I know. I just wish I didn't feel like I was ditching you with a pervert." Leslie shook her head. Oh, if she knew the extent!

I let out a real laugh, "Oh he is, I know very well the kind of demon he is. But it was he who understood my rage and taught me to control it."

Nodding again, Leslie replied, "Yeah… I know." But just how much did she know? That was the real question.

My sword slithered into its sheath as I took a step towards Ghirahim, "Anyways… Perhaps if you leave, he'll think it was a dream." A very realistic dream, but a dream nonetheless. And I wouldn't have to explain myself to him, at least not now.

"Doubt it." I looked up at Leslie and saw another scar on her cheek, also in the shape of a diamond. "He knows me on sight. I haven't changed in appearance since I was sixteen. I blame it on the fact that I'm a fairy. My hair style may have changed, but my face is still the same. When I first knew him I had shoulder length hair. I'd wear it down all the time. My hair has both wave and curl to it. That was one thing he liked to do was play with my hair. Though I will see you again, I promise." And without another word, she left the clearing.

I stared after her, pondering silently one important question: Who was Leslie Tait?