A/N: Hello everyone. This week's been horrible. I've had so much school work it wasn't even funny, but enough about me. Thank you Bruhliciousbro for favoriting this fic and giving me a reference in your own fic. That was awesome. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Midna tugged at the gauntlets on her wrists. She shifted slightly to look at Link who stood at attention. He smiled sweetly at her and she looked down to her feet. The Twili looked back up at Hylia who was walking down the steps from her keep to the courtyard. Midna fidgeted slightly. "I would like to thank all of you for coming so quickly," Hylia started. The soldiers in the ranks nodded their heads. "As you know Demise has attacked the other two nations on our lovely land of Orea." She became silent for a moment. Her eyes flashed angrily as she said louder, "I will not stand for him to continue his tyranny."

The men shouted their agreement pumping their arms in the air. "We will not allow him to continue we will end this now. His army is marching to the city but we would stop them at the Valley of the Heroes." Midna cheered along with the other soldiers feeling the trill at the thought of ending this terrible conquest. "We ride out now. We'll meet Demise in battle and he will be destroyed," Hylia shouted raising her rapier in the air. The men shouted before turning around and marching double time to the outer gates.

Midna looked to her right to Link who looked determined. She looked to her left and saw Pipit with the same look on his face. She couldn't believe it. This nightmare could finally end. With the massive force Hylia gathered Demise didn't stand a chance.

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Ghirahim continued to stumble after Ganondorf. His hands were bound in front of him, ever present collar around his neck. "We need to keep up the pace," Ganondorf told him.

Ghirahim would have commented smartly back but his throat was raw from… he was ashamed to remember the screams he made as Demise tortured him. The teen shook his head ridding himself of the memory. "I don't understand why he is dragging you into this. Especially if you are still bound," Ganondorf said to himself.

Ghirahim shrugged, "I don't understand him. Well, that's not true. He wants to break me, but he will never be able to. The people I cared about wouldn't want to me to give in to him."

Ganondorf gave him a knowing smile, "That's a good boy." Ghirahim stumbled again slightly, but continued to follow Ganondorf. He looked around at the bokoblins that were all walking in the same direction.

"Ganondorf. I have a question to ask you," Ghirahim said. He didn't wait for the older man to comment before he added, "If you didn't kill Link's father, how did he die?"

Ganondorf sighed and didn't look at him. "I did kill him." Ghirahim took a step away from him, but didn't make a comment. "But he was acting strange. After we left your father's keep, he just went ballistic. He started to attack me and I defended myself."

Ghirahim nodded without a question. He trusted Ganondorf and knew the man had no reason to lie to him. "I'm sorry to hear that. And that wasn't your fault, but I think I know whose it is." Ghirahim was now glaring at the back of Demise's head.

Ganondorf just grunted his agreement. The sorcerer slowed his pace. Ghirahim was going to question why but he noticed the large mountains that the army was approaching. Demise was leading the way into the narrow Valley of Heroes. The valley was large enough for ten bokoblins to walk side by side. Ghirahim looked at the tall walls as Ganondorf and he entered the valley. He couldn't pinpoint it but he had a bad feeling about entering the valley. He didn't seem to be the only one. Ganondorf kept looking at the towering walls.

It happened so quickly. A bokoblin on the front lines fell to the ground. The others near it screeched for their dead companion. Ghirahim looked up to see the multiple rows of archers. He gasped softly to himself as the sky rained arrows. He put his hands over his head and curled to the ground, hoping to protect anything vital. He could feel Ganondorf huddle closer and he looked up to see what the older man was doing. The sorcerer held his hands up forming a dome of purple light. Ghirahim watched as the arrows bounced harmlessly off the domed shield.

The shield was brought down and Ghirahim watched as the bokoblin archers fired back providing cover as the rest of the army ran toward the northern exit of the valley. The large body of bokoblins reached the widening of the valley. Some even reached the field and were spreading out. Ghirahim and Ganondorf were close to the exit and could hear the clash of swords and shouts of pain.

The two walked out to see the tangle of bodies in fierce combat. Ghirahim wasn't squeamish, but there was something in the way both sides were out for blood that made him sick. He tugged at the collar around his throat knowing that he was a sitting duck without his magic or the use of his hands. Ganondorf must have noticed this. He reached out to the metal ring around Ghirahim's neck, the older man's hand covered in purple magic. As soon as the sorcerer put his hand on the collar, it fell to the ground.

Ghirahim held his chest as he felt his dormant magic rush through his body like a wave on the sea. He turned to thank the older man. "Ganondorf," An angry voice called out.

Both Ghirahim and Ganondorf looked at the owner of the voice. A brunette knight stood there glaring daggers at Ganondorf. "Pipit, allow me to explain," Ganondorf begun.

"Pipit?" Ghirahim called out in surprise stepping in front of Ganondorf. "I haven't seen you in ages. How have you been doing?" The teen tried to avoid thinking about the tension in the air steaming from the two.

"Ghirahim, step out of the way. I'm going to avenge my father." Pipit turned his angry eyes at Ganondorf. "I will kill you, Ganon."