Flames danced as I stared at the fire, trying silently to discern who I am and who I used to be. There was a definite fine line between the person known as Fallon, and the warrior known as Kallen. Perhaps it would be best to go through my life as Kallen in order to sort through the pile of memories.

My eyes drifted closed as I pieced together my life as Kallen. I didn't want to lose that part of me, but I didn't want Fallon and Kallen to mix. Where should I begin?

Kallen

My life began in a small, poverty stricken town in the Eldin Provence. My parents were mercenaries, swords for anyone who had enough coin to pay for their services, as was most of the town. I don't remember my father as much as I remember my mother, as he was away on hire for the higher classes often. They were the ones to teach me how to defend myself and hold a sword, how to shoot a bow with enough strength to pierce armor, and how to use my surroundings to my advantage. But they were also the ones to teach me that not all is pure in the world.

At the time of my parent's death, there had been a large plague to sweep through all of Hyrule. Some said it was a sickness caused by the war between the Goddess and the Demon God Demise. I was eleven, barely more than a babe when I found myself alone in the world. The only ones left of my home village was I, the priestess, and one gristly mercenary named Hamond. Both took me in and I continued my studies to become a mercenary, whilst praying to the Goddess Hylia.

It was my thirteenth birthday when demons decided to attack the remnants of our town. The priestess Ullia locked me in the safety room, located under the statue of Hylia in the temple. There I hid for three days with small provisions, a sword, and a blanket. There was when I first heard the voice of Hylia. She spoke to me in a calming voice, telling me that I would survive. It was because of her that I did not hear the screams of Hamond, or the wailing of Ullia as she was tainted by the demons. I laid in silence and cobwebs, listening to the voice of the Goddess as she gave me specific instructions.

After the three days were over, I emerged from the safety room in a strange calm. The blood splashed on the wall and the entrails did not disturb me as it should have, but I collected enough provisions for a week on the road and left the charred remains of the town I used to call home. With the help of Hylia I traveled to another town, much larger than my old home with little to no encounters with monsters.

In the Castle Town was where I spent the next seven years of my life. I was taken in by the local blacksmith on the grounds that once I turned sixteen I would marry his son. Accepting the proposal was a small task, I did not care if I found love at the time as I saw where it could lead someone. All that mattered was that Hylia was there. I worked at the local Temple, becoming a Priestess and getting to know the blacksmith's son Aden.

Three years past and suddenly I was married to Aden, and I found myself to be quite content as his wife and the Priestess of Hylia. I never forgot the martial arts however, and often gave tips to anyone who bought a sword from my husband. I kept the sword from my home wrapped and under Aden's and I's bed, forgotten but there. Days blurred by in serenity, until it was interrupted with the cry of a babe in my arms. My firstborn, Harn, had my purple eyes and the black hair of his father. As a family I was even happier, my past slowly dissolving into dust.

It was when my daughter Ullia was two that things slowly started to crumble. I was twenty and still with enough youthful energy that came with innocence. Aden's father had passed the year before, his mother living with us now. She and I were talking in the main room of our house, Ullia playing with her grandmother.

We had decided to move to the outskirts of town, giving us more space for Aden's blacksmithing and the children. It also meant we were the first to discover visitors.

A yell pierced through the air, sending hairs to stand and shoulders to lock. I sprung to my feet, sewing falling to the ground as I ran out back. Catching myself on the doorframe, I managed to catch a look of terror from my husband's face as a hand slid out of him. He collapsed to his knees, his eyes caught on mine as he mouthed, "Run."

The demons turned to me then, blood scouring their steel as a wicked grin haunted their features. Their smiles only meant one thing for me, and it turned my blood to lead.

The door slammed shut in my arms and I hurled the bar down. Gathering my skirts I ran to Grandmama and my children, "Quickly Mama, take the children and run!" I scooped up Harn and handed him to her, the two younglings sensing the pain of their father and starting to scream. Upon her questioning look I replied as evenly as I could, "Demons." With that she was running, my poor babes clasped to her.

I scurried to the bedroom and reached under, batting aside cobwebs until my hand caught onto the leather casing of my sword. Yanking it out, I unsheathed the steel and hastily cut my skirts. At least the blade had retained some of its edge.

The bedroom door burst open and the two demons strolled in, their lupine teeth shining in lust. Their bodies glowed, every muscle lithe and trained to kill at the smallest movement. Our eyes met, the mettle of my blade shining in the black voids of their eyes. They whispered harshly in demon, the fiery tongue a rasp compared to the language of my kind, resulting in a horrendous cackle from their maws.

Serenity poured into me, its source the knowledge that I must protect my children. The sword in my hand suddenly stopped shaking, purple eyes reflecting what the blade in my hand felt. Then a flash of gold, and the calm waters were drenched in scarlet. My brow crinkled, rage slowly diluting the serenity as my hand trembled.

"Demons…" My voice caused the demons to pause in their advancing, tilting their heads in contemplation as I raised my head. "Misery…" I lifted the sword, point leveling with them dangerously. "Such things would not be missed in this world." The voice of Hylia was silent, the low hum of a man replacing her soothing balm.

Lips pulled back to reveal teeth and a fierce growl. Bodies pulsed forward and claws danced around me, managing to cut my shoulder. The demons circled around me, swiping at me in turns as I tried to block them and deal my own strikes. They were too fast for me though, my skin slowly becoming full of tick marks for every time I missed a block. Strands of white hair began to fall to the ground, until I felt a claw grab a solid hold on my hair and yank me to him.

I landed on its chest, the smell of decay overwhelming me as it breathed in my face. Then there was a claw on my wrist, twisting it until a scream blossomed and I dropped my blade with a clang. Suddenly all rage was gone, only left with terror as I felt myself being pushed to the floor.

"Pathetic mortal." The voice was surprisingly deep that came from the snout of the demon, "Thinking that she could overwhelm us with her pig sticker." A laugh bubbled from his throat and he fell on top of me. "Hold her down," He growled to his partner, a claw latching onto my upper thigh.

My scrambling hands were suddenly yanked above me, causing a strike of fear to lance through me. Lungs filled and I yelled as loud as I could, hoping somehow that someone in town could hear me. I was abruptly slapped, threatened with my tongue being cut off if I screamed again. I bit my lip, forcing down tears as I felt the claw crawl up, pushing my skirts farther up. The claws on my wrists were bruising, enough so that I tried to focus on that and not the demon on top of me.

I didn't want to go like this. I didn't want to go the way that Ullia the Priestess went. I want to see my children again. I sent the prayer to Hylia, wishing that her voice was there to comfort me like she has before.

I felt the demon push up even further, and then he was slumped over me, something wet falling on my face. There was the strangled sound of the demon clutching my wrists and then it was gone as well. Before I even dared open my eyes I was yanked up by the neckline of my dress.

My eyes shot open, coming face to face with brown orbs. My toes barely touched the ground and I clutched at the hand holding me. White hair draped over his pale features, a sort of graceful danger lining his cold eyes as he stared at me in curiosity.

"What do we have here..?" A smile spread across his mouth, warning me that this demon did not wish me well. "A damsel in distress?"

The low hum was back, and I managed to pull myself out of his hand, ripping my dress in the process. I hurried, picking up the sword at my feet and ignoring the pooling blood at my feet. "Why did you save me?"

The demon blinked lazily at me, not regarding the blade pointed to his chest at all, "Save you, an insignificant human? Hell is more likely to be filled with daisies and petunias." He moved, and I was pressed to the wall, chin locked in a steel grip as my eyes met his once again. "What a rich shade of purple…" He murmured, his fingers curling into my jaw. "What'd I give to take you."

My lungs froze, fire entering my cheeks as I pushed him roughly back. "Stay away!" The loss of contact was startling, and I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from pitching forward. It was too much, all too much. Aden was outside, probably already dead but still my husband. However, I still couldn't help the warmth that settled in at his words, no matter how much I detested it.

With a pause and a tilt of his head, the demon studied me with a light of curiosity, "Why… you do not know who I am." A grin settled onto his face as he shifted towards me, "How odd for a paladin of Hylia to not know."

Sucking in air quickly, my eyes burrowed into him, "How..?"

"Ah, ah, ah," The demon shook his head, "I won't tell you that, Kallen Lumiar." He laughed at my expression, "Oh, if only you humans understood." The demon leaned forward, into my personal space and whispered. "I'll just take this small token for now… but I will be back for more." He spared me a wink and pressed forward, lips connecting briefly.

My hand connected to his cheek shortly after, his head snapping to the left. "Pig!" I quickly swiped at my mouth, smacking him farther away. "You dare kiss me, while my husband lay outside?" Insufferable demon!

The demon gave me a surprised look, before laughter erupted from him. "Oh all the rumors about you are true, dear Paladin of the Goddess." His eyes shone with mirth, "I am a demon, I don't give a damn if your husband was even in the room. He is dead, in any case, which makes you free territory." A vicious smile permeated his face, "And I plan to make full use of that. But alas, I have other business to attend to." He turned from me so I could not see his face, "But remember the name Ghirahim… as I will be coming back for you, dear." The demon Ghirahim laughed one last time and then was gone, disappearing in a cloud of diamonds.

-Fallon

I jumped out of my skin as I felt someone's arms around me and a silky voice whisper, "Such a cozy fire, Fallon." I remained silent, so he continued, "Where did that girl go?"

Lifting my shoulders, I replied "As far as I know, she could be anywhere by now."

"Are you quite certain?" His grip on me tightened, "Are you sure you aren't just covering up for her?"

"I am quite certain, thank you very much." Was my curt reply. The mention of Leslie brought my blood to a boil, realizing that he has been less than true to his feelings for me, or part of me that is. "And are you certain you want to be touching me? Don't you have slaves to do that to?"

His mood immediately soured and he pulled away, "That was uncalled for."

Unfortunately, Ghirahim was right. I sighed, "Forgive me; I could not restrain my tongue."

"Restrain?" Ghirahim chuckled, causing me to look at him. "Fallon, are you perhaps jealous of the fact that I've been with other women?"

I stared at him, part of me wanting to say "Of course I am!" and the other shouting "I barely know you!" But… both were wrong in a way, and at the same time right. So, I opted for a sigh and reluctantly muttered, "Perhaps I am. But you aren't going to use it against me, so don't even try it."

"Wouldn't even dream of it." Ghirahim smirked and moved back to me, wrapping an arm around me. "So… does that mean you won't punch me again?"

Chuckling wearily, I felt myself lean into him, "We'll see how you behave." It was weird, how he was acting, but I put the thoughts to rest for a more important time. I was tired, my brain suddenly burdened by two lives.

Feeling his lips trail over my neck again I sighed, but he spoke before I could say anything. "Fallon dear… you never really told me your full name."

Closing my eyes, I simply replied, "I am Fallon Lumiar." I kept myself from chuckling. I was my own great-great grandmother, not many could say that.

"Lumiar?" Ghirahim sounded shocked and he shook me slightly, "Did I hear you correctly?"

"Yes you did." Goddess was I sleepy, and I felt myself falling farther into sleep.

Ghirahim was silent, although I swore I heard him whisper as I fell asleep, "Kallen… will you never leave me alone?"