Nintendo created all the characters and places and stuff. I just made the story up. The cover was done by Zeliga of DeviantART
Part Four
"Link, as much as that is adorable, you've slept in again." Impa chortled giving Link a shake on his shoulder. It had been four years since Link had become a father and Ghirahim was not the type to sleep in his own bed, he would be up and down all hours of the night till Link gave in and let him sleep in his cot, normally resulting in them both sleeping in.
Link turned his back on Impa and pulled the blankets up to his neck with a groan; Ghirahim sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning wide to show his tooth filled mouth.
"Impa!" he giggled pawing his hair with his tiny hands to get rid of its frizziness "Come on, Dad!"
"Another bad night?" Impa asked pulling the blankets off him so that he curled up into a ball.
"He's been up and down, up and down, up and down all night. He won't sleep because of monsters under the cot." Link sighed turning on his stomach.
"There are monsters under the bed." Ghirahim complained standing on Link's back in effort to climb out of the bed.
"I checked, there isn't." Link answered speaking through his pillow while raising a finger to demonstrate his point.
"Yes there is!" Ghirahim argued folding his arms
"No there isn't."
"Yes there is!"
"No there isn't."
"Dad, there is!"
Link turned his head to look at his son "Ghirahim?"
"Yes?"
"There isn't."
The little boy pouted and turned on his heel pushing past Impa to get to the desk that was piled high with papers; his tiny grey arms barely able to reach for the quills and ink that hid beneath a few tins of treasure and the odd rupee. He sighed and placed his arms firmly on the table and swung them across throwing the papers to the floor like snowflakes. Impa turned her gaze in an attempt to hide her laughter and leaned on a post with her arms folded.
"Yes, there is." the boy finally said when the last of the papers finally stopped moving.
Link raised his head off his pillow and swung his legs over the side of his cot glaring at the child and his giggling comrade without blinking.
"Ghirahim." he sighed running his hands through his hair, his expression flat and his voice deep. The little boy jumped down from the chair and fiddled with his hands knowing that he was in trouble despite the laughter of Impa, one of which who rarely laughed. "That is enough."
Ghirahim looked to the floor for a moment "But what about the monsters that we fight, Dad? Won't they get under my bed?"
Impa snuck an awkward glance at Link but before given a chance to answer spoke for him "No, the monsters we fight won't hide under the bed, Ghirahim, that of which I am sure."
"Do me a favour and get some porridge on the boil will you?" Link muttered glancing at Impa through his hands "I have mess to tidy up in here." he added sharply turning his gaze over to Ghirahim.
Ghirahim walked out hand in hand with Link, fully dressed in a small red tunic that was belted around his waist, his feet shoeless and hardly touching the ground in effort to keep pace with his large stepping father; already there were squads awake and eating around fires, Ghirahim had made a habit of covering his ears while passing the larger of the fires filled with battle worn men that did not have the ability to curb their language. He quickly gobbled down some breakfast with Link, getting more of it on him than in him and was left the run of the camp as long as he stayed away from the edges and in the sight as was the normal instruction.
He didn't have many friends, so he often played alone, seeking a small refuge near a water fountain where a small flock of baby Loftwings were often found. They were beasts, their little beaks pecking anything that they could grab and stealing whatever they could keep a grip of. Ghirahim splashed his hands in the water for a moment, marvelling at the shuddering reflection within before moving his hands to his sword grey skin, it almost reflected off the light that shone down from the sun. Link had been honest with him, he was born to a woman called Elera, a demon general in Demise's army but he had never been allowed in the same company as a weapon, not until he was older, Link had said.
"You seem a little upset, Ghirahim." cooed a face showing in the reflection of the water
"What's troubling you?"
"Hylia!" Ghirahim gasped taking a step back, where did she appear from?!
"Humans are adorable." she giggled running a hand through his hair. "I wouldn't go into the woodland today; it will make your father worry."
Ghirahim may have only been four years of age, too young for some of his thoughts; but he had gotten into the habit of saying things that his father wished to but kept them hidden. "Why? Is there something going to happen today?"
"Perhaps." said the goddess turning her back on the child.
Ghirahim narrowed his eyes "Hylia, why do you not tell us? If you know all that is to happen and when, why don't you tell us? You give us hints and thoughts, Dad gets phro-pro-prof-Dad gets dreams that tell him and that's more than you've done!"
Hylia lowered her head "It is against the laws of time for me to tell you what is to come." she whispered "If I were to speak of it, you would take action to what you think would avoid or spur the reaction but it never works out how you planned."
Ghirahim folded his arms and tucked his chin into his neck, lowering his shoulders as he did so. "I'll stay away from the woods."
"Try to, Ghirahim. I implore you." Hylia mumbled crouching to her knees to place a slender hand on the little boy's shoulder. Ghirahim looked at her thin pale fingers for a moment, his eyes unfocused and unsure.
"Your Grace." he muttered running off from the water fountain and dashing off into the camp surrounding himself with the men and women within it. Hylia sighed and sat on the bricks of the water fountain. Her blond hair tangling around her fingers as she sat and pondered for some unknown reason till she stood up and walked away from the camp, walking off into the woods. With each step, her figure changed; the beauty and grace of the goddess vanished, leaving nothing but black dust and useless magic behind.
"All is as planned." grinned Demise watching the last of the magic disappear into the air before he himself faded into the trees.
Ghirahim practically skated across the encampment, his legs rushing as if in emergency, he needed to tell Link that Hylia was back from the heavens, Link and her were close and often talked to each other when she was on the ground; he would be so pl-
"Oh, Ghirahim, look who's here." Link said smiling as Ghirahim cornered the tent, the little boy shrieked in fight, Link glanced over his shoulder at the sword that was on his back and unbelted it, placing it gently on the table, but the boy still looked phased.
"Are you alright, son?"
"Hylia, I just saw you by-" Ghirahim gawked.
Link gave them both a look of confusion "You've met Hylia before, Ghirahim."
Hylia spoke first "I did see him before. I run pretty fast don't I?"
"I'll say." Ghirahim squeaked running off.
"Ghirahim!" Link grumbled placing his hands on his hips "Sorry, Your Grace, he's still learning his manners."
"No, what he's doing is acceptable." Hylia whispered "Do not let him out of your sight. He's in danger."
"What kind?" Link snapped belting his sword back onto his back.
Hylia shook her head "It will endanger you both."
Link sighed, she was only doing as she could but it was enough to go on "Yes, Hylia." he quickly spoke leaving the shelter of the tent and chasing after his son. Hylia sighed, cupping her hands over her chest and cried a few tears, she could not change fate, only the mortals could and she had grown attached to the officer and his son, she could not let them suffer any more than they had over the four years they had been together, battling Demise's forces constantly, their numbers and comrades shrinking down with each passing battle.
"Ghirahim! Wait!" Link shouted pouncing and seizing his child's arm
"Dad! There were two, I've seen her, she was here, right by the fountain and then there was another, with you!" Ghirahim exclaimed patting the stone that made up the fountain itself.
"Hmm." Link huffed blowing through his nose and bringing his child close to him. "Come on, let's go inside."
Ghirahim stuck close to Link as dark rainclouds crowded over the midmorning sky before bringing a down pour on the world. They managed to get inside their tent before it hit the earth, the first heavy rainstorm in a while. Ghirahim could see the men rushing to put their things away; women standing outside holding buckets above their heads to collect the water and the children dancing around in it to get clean. He pulled the tent flap, heeding Hylia's orders and keeping away from the woodland, but even he had his limits with curiosity.
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Now I think I've given you enough to go on about what happens, so I shouldn't really need to explain what's going to happen or indeed how it will end, remember this is based off Skyward Sword. I love the interaction Ghriahim has with others, he's like a real boy, not some weird eccentric being. One part left to go.