"Sorry, can't help you with that. I can make chain mail, but no one has had enough experience to make a full set of plate armor for four hundred years," Gondo apologized, shaking his head.

Sighing, I pushed away from the counter where Gondo was working, "Thanks anyways." Walking away, I groaned lightly. Of course no one would know how to make plate armor; Skyloft had no need for it!

Pausing, I pulled the hair from my face. Well, for what I was going to have to do, I would definitely need more than just some chain mail. I could do with just the chain mail, but only if it came down to it. My hand rested over my ribcage. I swore I could still feel the blade there at time. If Demise could easily stab me with full plate armor on – armor made by a god nevertheless – then any chain mail I made during my years in Skyloft wouldn't stand a chance. We were trying to prevent Demise being released, but that didn't mean I shouldn't prepare for the worse.

While I was at it, I also needed a shield. Looking at the Gear Shop, I made the unfortunate mistake of catching Rupin's eyes. The man now looked at me expectantly, a fake smile on his face that he reserved for when he thought he had a customer. Groaning, I made my way to stand by his shields.

"What kind of shields do you have?" My voice was practically dead sounding, and I wanted nothing to do with this money-grabber.

His eyes lit up, immediately rattling off the properties of the three shields he had to sell. "Unfortunately, if you want a more durable shield, you would have to get it upgraded by the man at the Scrap Shop."

I looked at him in a dead pan. Once again, he was overcharging his wares. Too tired to argue with the man, though, I paid for the basic iron shield. No way was I about to pay five times more for a shield, even if it was one that repaired itself. I could do that myself, if need be. That and I knew how to actually use a shield and not to have it break after being hit the five times. Slinging it onto my back, I felt the familiar weight settle between my shoulder blades.

"Pardon me asking, but I don't remember you being overly fond of shields in the past. What has changed your mind?" Rupin dropped his forced smile, instead looking curious.

I paused, before shrugging, "I needed a new shield. The old one broke." I left after that, pausing once again to buy some health potion that I could enhance on my own later. At that point, the sky was starting to gain a rust-like color. Twilight was coming near, and I figured I would visit the statue of Hylia before retiring for the night.

A sense of odd nostalgia entered me as I climbed the steps, realizing that the statue was once a part of the temple I had been in charge of. The temple itself was gone, the only indication of there being a previous building found in the crumbling walls and the columns that stood by themselves. Walking up to the statue, I was surprised to see a doorway at Hylia's feet. That had never been there before.

Cautiously I walked through the doorway, finding myself in a secret chamber. Entering into the room further, I realized that this must have been where Hylia had kept the Master Sword for all these years. Toeing the pedestal where the sword had been, I glanced up to see Hylia's Crest above stone above broken stone tablets pieced together to create a map of the Surface. Walking up the steps, I traced my hands over the tablet, realizing that Link had the one part earlier that day. My hand briefly reached up, touching the crest.

The crest sparkled to life, forcing me to stand back as the pedestal it and the tablet rested upon began to move. Slowly, it moved up, revealing just what I had needed.

Holding back tears, I walked back up to the armor I had died in, feeling it solidly in my hands. The puncture mark over the chest plate was gone, seamlessly repaired along with all the other scratches and dents. Even the banner that had been practically destroyed looked good as new.

I drifted back in time within me, my hands silently taking the armor and buckling it into place.

Looking at us with bronze eyes, he greeted us, "Good morning, newlyweds. I am Heli, a messenger sent by the goddess Hylia in order to properly congratulate the two of you on your wedding day." Long hair, the color of almost-dried blood, was plaited, with what looked like bronze adornments slithering up the braids. His skin was a pale red, and we was incredibly tall, with muscles large enough to rival even Abel's.

Speaking up, I nodded gracefully, "Thank you, messenger of Hylia, the sentiments of the goddess have truly been shown in how much she showers me with gifts."

Face emotionless, Heli stepped aside, what was floating behind him coming to rest in front of us, "Gifts, from the goddess." Flicking his hand, the cloth covering the large objects flew into his hand. "For the husband and greatest blacksmith found in Hyrule, a set of tools that was once used by the Blacksmith god himself." His lips twitched at that, before returning to a straight face and continued, "And for her chosen paladin, a set of armor created by the Blacksmith god."

Abel was still frozen, until I tugged him forward so that we may accept the gifts. I looked upon the armor in awe, surprised by the craftsmanship. Not even Abel could compare to it. The soft golden color matched the cape that snapped into the front plate. A banner with Hylia's crest on it hung loosely, tucked into a belt with chains attached to it. A golden sash added more color. Overall, the armor appeared feminine, a hard thing to do with armor. It was perfect.

Waking up from the memory, I looked back to where the armor had lain in wait for the past thousands of years. Blinking, I realized that there was writing on it, and I bent closer to read it.

In ancient Hylian it read,

My love, though you may not remember me when you next don this armor, know that it was I, who with the help of the Blacksmith God, mended your armor. I know we will not be able to meet until next we are reborn together, but even so I hope I may see you here. I pray that time will come soon, so that our family may be together again.

Eternally yours, even if you are not eternally mine,

Abel Lumiar

The tears I had previously been able to hold back flowed freely now. No doubt some divine being had placed this here for me, but I couldn't help but trace the words. Guilt ate away through my being, despite the fact that the wound from my husband's passing had healed long ago. He knew about the affair with Ghirahim, yet he forgave me.

Slowly, the pedestal descended so that the writing was gone. I stood from where I had fallen to my knees, hurriedly wiping away the water in my eyes. Sniffling slightly, I made my way to the Academy in the dark.

I tried to sneak in without anyone spotting me, but it seemed that luck had not been on my side as of late. As I walked through the upper doors, unlocking it with my key, Horwell spotted me. He paused in the doorway to his room, before closing the door. As I reached my own door he walked up to me, obviously wanting to talk. With a sigh, I let go of the doorknob and turned back to him.

"What is it, Horwell?"

Horwell looked uncomfortable for a moment, before he quickly said, "Did you know about all of this when we were engaged?"

A blink followed his statement, before I sighed again. "No, I regained my memories only a couple of days ago."

"So, you weren't just stringing me along?" Horwell looked concerned, but relieved.

Furrowing my brows, I looked at him sharply, "Do you really think I would do that?"

"No, no I don't." He replied softly, glancing down. "You've changed, though."

"How could I not?" I was getting short with him, only wanting to sleep and prepare myself for tomorrow. "I woke up realizing that someone I cared about killed me, and that everything I did thousands of years ago may be undone. That alone would change most, Horwell."

"But you're still going to return to the Demon Lord's side?" Horwell grabbed my shoulder, but the look he gave me was purely the look given to a close friend.

I paused at this, the events of the morning running through my head. I had panicked, afraid of what could have happened. Really, there was no way to avoid the fact that I still loved him, so why did I even run away? "Perhaps. However, Link and Zelda's safety is my primary task. I may not return to him immediately, but I will go back to him."

Horwell nodded, "Please be safe. Everyone at the Academy would be sad if something happened to you."

I smiled, gently patting Horwell's hand on my shoulder before pushing it off, "I'll do what I can. Goodnight, Horwell."

Smiling in return, Horwell bid me a good night and went to his room. I entered my own room, unbuckling the armor and preparing a pile for me to take tomorrow. Judging the fact that we were heading to a desert, I made sure to bring two waterskins for Link and I, as well as a potion that would keep the sun from burning us. Armor would be a pain in the ass with all the sand and it would get unbearably hot in it as well, so I grabbed a large bag I could wear on my back.

Thinking hard, I tried to remember the spell to enchant an item so that created a pocket in space that could store more. That way, I would have somewhere to put the armor until we found the next temple or dungeon, and it wouldn't run me ragged. Sweat broke out on my forehead as I reached back for the limited amount of magic I had. A spell I could have done easily in my previous life was now something I could barely manage in this one, the incantation leaving my lips as I grasped desperately for the magic I still had.

The spell left me drained of energy, and I wearily put together my packs. Anything else I would need could be gathered in the morning, when I wasn't dizzy from sleepiness. And so, kicking off my boots, I sank wearily into my bed, thankful of the familiar smell that wrapped me quickly in sleep.

"You foolish woman! You're going to be killed if you fight tomorrow!" It was Ghirahim's voice no doubt, strained in anger and worry. I felt the sensation of hands on my arms, shaking me roughly.

My body moved on its own, slapping the hands away. "I do what I want, Ghirahim, nothing you say can stop that!"

"Damn it all! I just don't want to see you run thr-"

Things suddenly shifted, and I stood before the large Demon King Demise. I held a sword of odd coloring in my right hand, the left cradled to my chest from the sprain caused by my shield being broken by the huge demon. Link stood beside me, breathing heavy and with cuts ranging all over his body. I tasted blood as I licked my lips nervously.

Fear gripped me as the scene fast forward, watching as Link charged the demon, drawing his attention. I knew what was happening, but my body moved on its own. Forward I moved, darting under Demise's arm. Mustering the inhuman strength in my legs, I jumped off his knee and into the air. Too late for Demise to counterattack, I plunged the sword deeply into the muscle connecting his shoulder to his body.

A roar gripped the earth and it shook. I looked up too late to see a familiar black blade hurdling directly towards me. Someone shouted my name, and for me to move, but even with my speed I would not have been able to dodge it.

There was a horrifying crunch of steel and bones, and I looked down to see that Ghirahim had passed cleanly through me. It was a moment later that the pain hit and I screamed. The world spun and shrank until all I could feel was the explosion in my abdomen. How I was not dead yet, I did not know.

Then, all went cold.

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 was 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. My eyes fluttered open and I tried to smile, but there was only darkness. "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 my wounds.

A gaping maw opened beneath me, and with a jerk to my stomach I was falling. Fast. I didn't want to go! I had to-

Hands shook me awake, my eyes snapping open as my entire body was suddenly aware of the fact I had been crying.

"Are you okay, Fallon?" Link's brow was furrowed, blue eyes looking at me out of concern.

Sitting up from where we had decided to camp last night, I quickly dried the water on my face. "I'm fine, just nightmares." Taking a deep breath, I pushed down the panic attack much like one that hit me a day or so ago. Breathing out, I still felt the dredges of the fear that gripped me. I had to focus on something other than that in order for it to go away or at least for me to be able to ignore it for the time being. "Thank you, Link."

He nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off me. After I gave him a half-hearted smile, Link seemed to think I was feeling better, "You're welcome. We should get going; we're almost to the mines now."

I stood, stomping out our campfire and throwing sand over it, trying to ignore the sweat that had accumulated during the night's panic attack. I hated to admit it, but I wasn't okay. Every time I thought about my death, my heart would stop before racing as hard as it did at that time. Sometimes I imagined I could taste the blood; hear the sounds of the war far off, the blade as it passed through my organs and spine. Sweat broke out anew as I struggled to breathe, dragging out the waterskin to wet my suddenly dry mouth.

Making myself look down as my stomach, I forced myself to breathe slowly, working to slow down my heart. I was safe. I wasn't going to die anytime soon, not when I had so much to do. It wouldn't do if I couldn't get myself back together.

Rolling my shoulders, I grabbed my pack and sword, strapping myself in for the walk ahead of me. "Let's go." My voice was gruff and slightly hoarse, but Link didn't say anything as we continued on.

Several hours of puzzle-solving and backtracking later, we watched as the mines rose from the sands, the time crystals allowing us to see into the world I had known so long ago. We paused so that I could buckle my armor into place, and after a quick prayer to Hylia we made our way inside.

My senses were all on high alert as we walked in, wanting to be prepared for anything that decided to rear its ugly head at us. Link strode forward without caution, whipping his sword through the Arachas and throwing bombs to reveal different hidden doorways. I stood back, watching for enemies and feeling vulnerable. My student was fast and thorough, however, and we quickly moved on. He had grown considerably since his Wing Ceremony.

Unfortunately, things were different than they were in the Earth Temple. We had to check every room, in case that was the way to go, and because Link preferred to not find any surprises lurking about. That meant that we had to deal with every puzzle, including frequent checks with the map, and Link crawling through various holes. So, I was forced to be patient, even though all I wanted to do was pick Link up and run through the entire facility. I was not so good at the patient stuff.

Especially when Ghirahim could be using Zelda's soul to release Demise at that very moment.

The armor did come in handy, though- and it was a stroke of luck that the enchantment to keep it resistant to electricity still held. Otherwise, I would have been black, blue, and fried multiple times over. How Link had done this sort of thing twice already, and still feel optimistic, was a mystery. I kept as optimistic as I could, the two of us occasionally singing songs to pass the time when we had the breath.

Two things did worry me, though. One was the number of Arachas. There were far too many of them, and at any moment I was expecting the mother figure to show up. The second was how... abandoned and destroyed the entire area was. I remember the Lanayru Desert as anything but, and the sad state of the mining robots nearly broke my heart. What had happened in the past three thousand years, to turn what was once a fertile land and sea into a desert? Was it the demons?

"Fallon, do you think you can give me a hand?" Link was looking above, to a ledge that was out of reach.

At least he wasn't doing this alone, I thought wearily as I laced my fingers together, squatting and waiting for Link to set his foot in my hands. With a grunt, I pushed Link into the air, making sure he had a solid hold on the ledge before flexing my legs and jumping the distance. It would have taken twice as long to get where we are now.

Luckily, we were able to find a model of old technology that was used centuries ago by my people. Link named it the Gust Bellows, though I'm not entirely sure where he came up with the name. The Gust Bellows did help, though, blowing away enemies and sand to recover different keys and such.

It was slow work though, and after hours we finally found what had to be the ancient circuit that would open the large door, allowing us to exit the mine. At least, it appeared to be the exit, according to the map we found in a chest. Between the two of us, we managed to fit it into the lock, stepping back as we watched the lock fall to the floor with a resounding clunk.

Sighing, I turned to the hero, "Link, wait here for a moment. I'm going to check the room out."

Link shook his head, "There's no need to, Fallon. We know the exit is out that way, so why not just go together? Even if there's a monster in there, we'll be able to handle it." His mouth held itself in a firm line, telling me that there would be no arguing on this matter.

Blue eyes met purple eyes, looks glancing and measuring, until I sighed again. "Very well, though you try to keep yourself out of too much danger. You're much more important, as the Goddess's Chosen Hero."

I swore I could see Link restrain himself from rolling his eyes. We'd been over it before, but I really meant it this time. I was merely another knight in the grand scheme of things, but there was only one Chosen Hero. "We'll see, Instructor Fallon."

We entered the large room, my stomach prickling with uneasiness, but not enough to make me sick if we were truly in danger. Neither of us liked how the room was covered with sand, no door in sight. If the map was correct, the exit was a ways below, the sand between us and it. Even with the Wind Bellows, it would take a long time, and that's not taking into account whether or not we found something that might see us as a tasty snack.

Unfortunately, Link and I did not have to wait long to find out. The sand under our feet shifted, the sound of millions of grains moving echoing through the metal room. A large shape moved, barely burrowing under the sand. Immediately realizing what it was, I cursed loudly just as the damned thing jumped out.

"Moldarach!" I shouted to Link as we unsheathed our weapons. "Watch out for the stinger on the tail! Weak points are the eyes – one on the head and one in each of its pincers!"

He nodded, his sword arcing through the air as he yelled a battle cry. Link kept the attention of the monster arachnid, allowing me to roll past her – it was a her by the judge of how many arachas we had come across – and stab at the base of the tail that held the stinger high above.

Now I had her attention, the front swinging around so that she was able to knock me on my ass with the giant pincer she wielded expertly. I groaned, getting up, only worried about how hard it was going to be to get out all the sand in my armor. Jumping back, I dodged another swipe at me, giving me a quick swipe at the large eye inside. She didn't like that either, and before we could stop her the Moldarach buried itself in the sand, moving around.

Link thought faster than I did, quickly bringing the wind bellows and blowing where her outline disappeared to. I followed, holding my sword tightly, ready to strike at the moment's notice. Suddenly, the mother scorpion jumped back up from her hiding place, attacking again with her pincers.

Again, I cursed the luck I seemed to have, wondering how the ancient beast had managed to make a nest in just the place we needed to be.

An attack from Link's sword caused the smaller pincer to fall off, the monster now forced to use only its one as its prime weapon. Her attacks became more desperate, and she managed to burrow away twice more before managing to slice off the other pincer. Now, normally that would have been enough for a normal Moldarach to run away or simply die, but this mother was just about as stubborn as I was. Dodging her charges relatively effectively, and only being stung a couple of times, Link and I were able to kill the creature, but not before working up a sweat and going through several heart potions. The next time I saw her, I would have to tell Luv how many times her potions saved us from dying.

With the creator of the nest killed, the sand seemed to magically drain away. I would leave the wondering of how that happened for later, when I wasn't so tired. As it was, the two of us were glad to merely walk through the door and into a grossly large corridor lined with large statues of mining robots. Waiting for us was an empty mine cart, with no track. Link and I had seen this enough times now that we knew one of the Timeshift Stones was nearby. And of course, Link was the one to spot it and activate it with his flying beetle. He was very observant when he chose to be, I had rediscovered these past two days.

Climbing into the mining cart with just enough room for the two of us, we felt it move. Glancing at me, Link seemed to blink at something, eyebrows furrowing. "What's that on your neck?"

Leaning back as safely as I could, I looked at him as if he had grown horns. Then it hit me, and I groaned, "Surely, you've seen a hickie before?" Didn't the male instructors talk to the boys about this kind of stuff?

Link blinked again, face growing just a little red as he shook his head, "Did the demon give you that?" When I nodded in reply, he paused. The question I knew he had wanted to ask finally came out, "Why are you with him?"

A slow grin took over my face, making Link squirm. "You really want to know?" I felt like a remlit with cream, the sight of my uncomfortable student making me want to laugh. Maybe Ghirahim had rubbed off on me. Hesitantly, Link nodded in reply. "He's amazing at sex."

My laughter rang through the hall as Link took on a wonderful shade of red that contrasted his green tunic, finally turning away to mutter, "Women."

Author's Note

Hey guys, long time no talk. Just wanted to thank everyone that has reviewed this fan fiction, it really does mean a lot to me. Also wanted to mention that part of this chapter was taken from the prequel to Broken Wings that is also on this site, called The Demon Wars. It will go more into Kallen and Ghirahim came together, and other things. I'm going to try and update the two of them more often, so that Broken Wings is finished by the end of summer, before I go to college and I am too busy studying to become an engineer.

Once again, thank you for the support, it's what's keeping me writing.