"We are still unsure of the Spirit Maiden's location, my Lord." The demon prostrated before me as I sprawled across my chair, dagger in hand as I cleaned my nails. "Last we saw, she was making her way across Lanayru Desert with the servant of the Goddess."

A sigh left my lips as annoyance further bubbled inside of me, coming out in the form of a snarl across my face, "Then find her you idiot. Every moment you cretins fail to find her is another chance we lose to revive the King. It has been an entire day since you last saw her. How hard is it to find one damned girl?!" My body sprung from the chair, beginning to circle the guard. "If you do not locate her within the next three days, you will have to answer for your lack of ability to find one small girl. Then again, she may already be dead by the time the three days are up, so make that two. Pass this on to everyone in the Lanayru Province."

The bokoblin began to subtly shake, "Yes, my Lord."

"And to give you a little more motivation-" I raised the dagger in my hand, fully intending to cut off an ear when the door burst open with a crash. My attention fell on the newest bokoblin, face pale and lips quivering. He seemed to be rather scared, with a black eye beginning to form and clothes ripped.

"My Lord, your mistress has gone mad!"

The dagger in my hand stilled, and after a moment's hesitation it disappeared. "What seems to be the problem?" I frowned, thinking it strange that Fallon would have fallen asleep for a day without waking. Perhaps it was stress, or sickness. I heard that does bad things to a human's body.

"Ple… Please come, quick! She's tearing apart the room!" The bokoblin flinched, and I heard a loud crashing sound from somewhere in the castle.

"Go. I will see to her." I rubbed the bridge of my nose, steeling myself for a moment as I whispered under my breath, "Must I do everything myself?" Looking to the other bokoblin at my feet, I kicked him roughly before ordering, "Off with you."

Teleporting into the room I had left Fallon in, I was not surprised to see that the bokoblin had told the truth. The entire room was turned over, and in the center of it all was Fallon. Clad only in a sheet, no less, as she shook uncontrollably.

Taking a step forward, I cried out, "What the hell is happening here?"

Flinching, Fallon turned to me with wide eyes brimming with tears. Upon seeing me, she ran into my chest, grabbing my face and pulling it down into a hard kiss.

I was surprised, to say the least, and so when she pulled away to continue placing kisses on my face I pulled her into my arms. "Not that I am not happy with your greeting, but what is wrong?"

Tears were streaming down her face, "I thought I was dead. How am I not dead? Is this hell? Who won?" Words were bumbling out of her lips, her fingers shaking as they curled into my jumpsuit.

"You're not dead. I brought you here before you could die, since I'm not about to let you do so anytime soon, dear." My brow furrowed as I smoothed down her hair, confusion once again a feeling I was getting used to by now in regards to Fallon.

Her eyes widened, "Are the children safe? What happened to them?"

Wiping away some of the tears, I tried to keep my voice level and far from angry as I replied, "Both got away."

"Thank the Goddess." Her body immediately relaxed, however, Fallon still showed signs of distress on her face. "But… how did you heal the stab wound? I don't see any mark left at all."

"Come again? I saw no stab wound." I held her at arm's length, looking over her naked body to see no blemish at all. I was thorough when we returned to heal all of the wounds, but perhaps I missed one? Doubtful, but it could happen. No one was perfect, even if I was close to it.

"You don't remember? It was right… here…" Fallon's hand paused over her lower ribcage, her face shrouded from me by her hair. She was quiet for a moment, before explaining herself. "It must have been a dream." Her voice was quiet, scared. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not, the sound of her being scared. It was almost too much like a certain woman.

"Do you often have dreams that make you destroy a room?"

"No!" Fallon's eyes met mine, "I don't." Her lips were pulled down, hands twisting in my jumpsuit, with a pale look to her face. "Never. Ghirahim, I just don't know what to think right now."

"Then don't think." My hands traced down from her shoulders, taking a hold of her elbows. I had never realized how tan Fallon was compared to my own skin, a healthy tan in human terms.

A sigh left her lips as the corner of her eyes crinkled, "It's not as easy as that. I can't just stop thinking."

Smiling, I brought her face close to mine, "Then I'll just have to help, won't I?" I waited for a verbal response from her, and when the only reaction that seemed to take hold of her was to bit her lip I took it for neither a no nor a yes. And so, I kissed those lips of hers, bringing her closer so that I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin.

There was a hesitation in her reaction, but after her slight pause Fallon had no problems in kissing back, her hand running deliciously through my hair as she pulled me even closer. As she pulled away, she bit my lower lip playfully, those smoldering purple eyes of hers hidden by her lashes. Taking me by the hand, Fallon pulled me over the sheets on the floor to the bare mattress, all with a smile. By now, I was feeling just a little suspicious of her forwardness, but I was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I was drawn over her, Fallon's nimble hands beginning to outline the shapes of the muscles on my chest.

I shivered, licking my lips as I let her take control. She really was quite brazen for a virgin, not that anyone would have guessed she was with how godly her hands were on me. "I never would have expected this of you, Fallon."

She froze, her shoulders becoming stiff and a look of slight but horrified revelation appearing on her face. "I think… I'm going to be sick."

Blinking, my excitement withered away as I pushed away from her, "Excuse me?" Did she find me repulsive? Though I sincerely doubt it, between my looks and the way she responded to me.

A hand rose to cover her mouth, "I think I'm going to vomit, and if you don't want me to do it all over the mattress I suggest getting me to the nearest toilet." With that, Fallon pressed her lips together, still holding the covers around her.

Standing, I lifted her quickly in my arms. No way was I about to have her vomit all over the mattress we would later romp around on. The thought made my own stomach turn violently, and so rather than running I teleported there.

Immediately Fallon pushed herself away from me, hugging the bowl as her body convulsed. After she was done emptying her stomach, she refused to look at me, using the sheet to wipe her face.

"Do you normally get sick while giving your lover a handjob?"

She flinched, shoulders tightening in on herself. "I must return to the Sky." Her voice was hoarse, almost as if Fallon had been screaming for hours.

All time stopped for a moment, and as I stared at the back of her head I felt anger mounting. "You what?"

I flinched again, my hands starting to shake at the rage coating his words. Licking my lips, I lied, "Whenever something bad is going to happen, I get sick. Only then."

Get away, I have to get away! My entire body was shaking now, now that I truly realized what had happened. I'm not Kallen! I died! Nothing is as it was! We were not fully lovers in this life- and I couldn't in this one, not if I wanted to keep my life!

"I still do not see why you have to… return to the Sky." The demon was trying his best to be patient, but I knew better than to wait for that.

"Where are my things?"

"I'm not going to tell you. Not unless you give me a reason why I should let you out of my hands," He grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around to face him. His eyes widened though, as he took in my face. After a moment, his brow furrowed and he cupped my face, his hands cold against my sweaty and tear-stained cheeks. "Why are you crying? Do you truly feel revolted by me?"

Trying to blink away the tears as I stared at the hurt and anger in his eyes, I replied, "I'm scared of what you're capable of… and what could happen to me if we get further involved." Flashes of my death ran through my head, causing me to quiver even as I took a hold of one of his hands, pressing it hard to my skin, "Nothing good has ever come of relationships between mortals and demons."

The demon was still for a moment, hand curling around mine, "As long as we care for each other, we can make it work." His voice was tight, lacing anger and sadness together with thin patience.

Ah, something I had told him as Kallen. I never thought he actually listened to me. I smiled, even though I felt like bursting into more tears right then and there. "I know how it works, Ghirahim. I know that it will only work as long as our goals keep us from going against each other. I have no idea what your plans are, and you have no idea about mine. Eventually, we're going to find ourselves pointing swords at each other. So, why even bother? It hurts, but it will hurt less than if we had to kill one another. I don't want you to have to potentially cause the death of another lover- because I know this body is not capable of holding its own against you when you're serious, and you would do anything the Demon King asked you to do."

He swallowed, "So, the 'bad thing' you mentioned earlier… do you believe it to be..?"

I didn't answer for a while, feeling Ghirahim's eyes grow heavy on me as I looked at the floor, "I don't know. But I need space to think… think if a couple weeks of happiness is worth years of pain."

Ghirahim lowered his own eyes to the floor, his hands leaving me to rest his head in them. "Your room, bottom drawer of the chest." He grabbed my wrist as I rose from the ground, looking at me again, brows furrowed. "One thing, though. Will you ever likely find someone again?"

Blinking, the final tears left my eyes, "No… I don't think so." Who else was there? Truly, how could I knowing what I knew?

A bitter smile crossed his face, standing over me, "Then allow me just one small thing." Bending down, he brushed my hair to the side before hiding his face in the crook of my neck. I held still, not quite sure what he was doing until I felt him bite down. A yelp escaped my lips as Ghirahim bit hard enough to draw blood and pulled away, licking at the blood that fell down my shoulder. "So that other's know you're not available." A real smirk rose to his face as he looked at the bite, as if praising his work.

"It'll heal, Ghirahim." I actually smiled, behind watery eyes at least.

"The memory will remain, however," Ghirahim shrugged, adding with danger in his eyes, "You should go. I may just change my mind, after seeing you like that."

I looked at him for a moment, fighting the urge to kiss him goodbye. It was only until I was reminded that this was the demon that caused my death that I turned away, running to the room. Throwing aside the sheet, I hurriedly pulled out what remained of my clothes- the undershirt, breeches, boots, and adventure packs. Checking my packs for my Sailcloth, I threw on the clothes and once again ran, twisting around staircases to the entrance of the castle. Ignoring the surprised bokoblins, I pushed the giant doors open and ran through the forest surrounding them.

Relying on an internal map from thousands of years ago, I somehow was able to make it back to Faron Woods. Thankfully, I was easily able to find one of the statues that resembled a Loftwing. Hoping it would work, I lifted my Sailcloth. As the fabric filled with air and my feet quickly left the ground, I felt my heart race. I was going home!

My hands hurt from how tightly I gripped the Sailcloth as I flew above the forest and through the clouds, the air leaving the cloth as I spread out like an eagle. Sending out a loud whistle, I hoped that Leila would be able to catch me before I fell through the clouds again.

As sure as there was breath in my lungs, Leila swooped out of some nearby clouds, cawing loudly and racing over to me. Grabbing a hold of the reins around her neck, I pulled myself onto her back, nearly crying again from being reunited with her. Just feeling the wind as it whipped through my hair was enough of a homecoming, and I lifted my arms to embrace the sky.

I flew for a while, pushing my life as Kallen to the back of my mind, fighting against it as Leila and I looped and twirled through the air. But Kallen would not be so easily tamed, and after a while Leila caught my foul mood, starting to fly closer to Skyloft.

"Fallon! Is that really you?"

Turning my head, I caught sight of Owlan on his own Loftwing. Smiling slightly, I waved, "Hello, Owlan." I signed for him to land on top of the Academy, as I was far too tired to yell from our Loftwings.

We landed, Owlan rushing over as I preened some of Leila's feathers, pulling a few loose ones from her crown. "Hylia above, where have you been? Are you alright?"

The situation quickly caught up with me from earlier, and I sighed, "I was so hoping to not think for a while. I was on the Surface, doing my best to keep Hy- Zelda safe. I was finally able to slip away, thank the goddess."

"Slip away? What did you have to slip away from?" Owlan's face scrunched up as he surveyed me from head to toe. "You look like you haven't slept well for weeks."

Pulling another loose feather from Leila's neck, I glanced at Owlan, "I think it would be best if we gathered everyone who needs to hear what I have to say. You do that, I'm going to get fresh clothes, and I'll meet you in Gaepora's office."

"If you say so, cousin." Owlan's lips dipped into a frown, "Don't push yourself for our sakes, okay?"

Turning, I looked at him straight in the eye, "I cannot not push myself. Not when my students are in danger."

His eyes widened slightly, "Very well, then. I will gather Horwell and Eagus." Owlan rushed off, leaving me to myself.

Making my way to my room, it felt odd that I had lived here the past decade of my life. Last that part of me remembered was living in a dirty tent in the middle of a war. Perhaps if I had remembered as soon as I was born, so that it was merely a continuation off of my memories, I would not be having the amount of trouble coping as I was now. Reaching my bed, I collapsed for a moment, feeling the now familiar sense of panic wash over me now that I realized I had died.

I needed to stop differentiating between me now and me then. There had to be only me. Breathing deeply, I dozed for a moment, trying to accept Kallen and Fallon as being one. I still had no idea what to tell people to call me. Maybe both. I was both, after all- no. I was one. They are one thing. I am one thing. Not two separate things. One life, not two. As I slept lightly, I felt these thoughts consume me.

Finally opening my eyes, I breathed out. I needed to be one person, and so one person I was. I stood, finally noticing some of the acute differences and getting used to them. I was taller now, with smaller breasts and wider hips. My feet were larger as well, the few steps I took clumsy as I readjusted to my body. How had I managed these past twenty four years? I got back into the habit of quickly unbuckling my belt, dragging the ruined black undershirt off and throwing on a simple black blouse that tied at the top, replacing my underwear and trading the breaches for black hose. I was wearing all black, but I saw no problem with that as I pulled my black riding boots back on and strapping the belt back onto my hips. I'd have to find new armor, as I knew I would have to go back down.

There was no denying my involvement with what was going on. It was partly my fault for leaving the job half done and not killing Demise when I was able to. Now, I had not only no magic sword but no magic of my own. Thinking hard for a moment, I was able to channel some of the power that was granted to me as Kallen, but it was too weak to do anything except create some light. This body was also slower, but naturally stronger. I stretched, doing a quick back bend to retest my flexibility. At least I still had that.

Rolling my shoulders, I set out for Headmaster Gaepora's office. I knocked, waiting until I heard a reply to open. Owlan has already gathered the others, Horwell and Eagus turning to me with worried smiles. Holding up a hand, I said before anyone could say anything, "Yes, I'm okay. Zelda is safe, for the moment. I haven't seen Link since a couple of days ago, however."

"I'm right here," came a voice from behind me. Link was at the door, looking about as tired as I felt.

A smile spread against my will as I grabbed a hold of him, hugging him close, "Thank the goddess. You were the one I was really worried about."

He hugged me back hard, "What are you talking about, I'm your student, remember?"

"Damn right," I muttered and pulled away. "You need to hear this too, Link."

"What is it, Fallon?" Gaepora stepped forward, "Is it news about Zelda?"

"She's safe," Link sighed. "But she can't come back right now."

"Why?" Gaepora's tone took on a note of harshness. "What do you mean by that?"

Sighing as well, I held up my hands, "I think we should all start from the beginning, to thousands of years ago. Years before the creation of Skyloft."

"Are you talking about the Demon Wars?" Gaepora lifted his eyebrows, tugging at his beard. "Why talk about that?"

"Because that is where this starts. Take a seat, everyone, I will try to make this as brief as possible." I rubbed my temples, grabbing a seat for myself. "It began long ago when two gods…" I allowed myself to run on, giving an account of the Demon Wars that was not written in the history books. They all gave me questioning looks, but I ignored them. I told them everything that I knew about the Demon King Demise, the Hero Link, the Goddess Hylia, and the Demon Lord Ghirahim.

Shocked, to say the least, they all fell back in their chairs. Gaepora was the first to speak up, "How do you know all of this?"

A bittersweet smile crossed my face, "Because I am Kallen, Paladin of the Goddess Hylia and Demon Lord Ghirahim's Lover, the one I mentioned in the story."

"Reincarnation," Link breathed, looking at his hands. "So then, I'm the reincarnation of the one who originally sealed the Demon King?"

I nodded, "I suspect you to be. Although why you have no memory of it, I have no idea. You may eventually remember, but it's hard on the mind and emotions. I've only just recently accepted all of it."

"So, are we all just going to ignore the fact that you were the lover of the one who's after my daughter?" Gaepora sounded confused, not accusatory.

"There were outlying circumstances, and it's not 'were,' I still am." I replied, brushing it off. "He, of course, does not know that I am Kallen. I intend to keep it that way."

Owlan opened his mouth several times before he finally said anything, "This is all very confusing, but it makes sense."

"I daresay it does," I shrugged. "Now, anymore questions?"

"I have a couple, but I don't want to take up the other instructors' time. Can I ask you privately?" Link looked at me with pleading eyes.

Smiling, I replied, "Of course, Link."

"In that case, good luck to both of you. I know between the two of you, Zelda will definitely be safe." Gaepora and the others stood, ushering themselves out.

Link followed me as I walked out of the Academy, to the area outside of the practice hall. Stopping there, he held out a broken piece of a tablet. "This is where Zelda will be next, where the next portal down to the Surface will open. Where is it?"

Taking it, I studied the bits of ancient Hylian on the edges. "This is the Lanaryu Desert, though it was the Lanayru Sea thousands of years ago."

Nodding, Link accepted the tablet back. "Are you going to return to that Demon Lord's side once you're rested?"

Half-smiling, I scratched the back of my neck. "I don't think so. Last time I decided to pursue a relationship with him, I ended up dead. Though that doesn't make that much of a difference, now that I think about it. But, it's better to stay away. Would you like me to accompany you? I'm sure things would be easier with an extra hand around."

A smile burst onto his face, "That would be great, Instructor Fallon!"

I chuckled, "Just Fallon or Kallen is fine."

He nodded, "Okay then, Fallon. I'm going to go restock on potions, but I'm planning on leaving tomorrow."

I nodded in reply, "I'll meet you there then." I watched as Link walked off, shoulders broader than I remember them being.

He's turning into his old self.

Sighing, I looked to the sky. "Now… to find some armor."