They were sitting on a bench outside the bazaar. They had turned the bench around, after the knights went to bed, of course, so that it would look out over the night sky. The moon was full that night. Any other time, Ghirahim would have loved to be sitting with Link, looking out on this romantic scene, but again, Ghirahim was the third wheel.
Fi sat with her head back on the bench, hand gripped in Link's. Link sat between them so that they would both get attention. So far, however, he'd paid attention only to Fi.
"Oh... How have you been, Master Link?" Fi puffed. Ghirahim was appalled by how easily she tired. Link grinned broadly and nodded. "I'm okay. Ghirahim has been keeping me company." He turned around and grabbed Ghirahim's hand. Ghirahim watched, surprised. He quickly arranged his features into a bored mask, and gave Fi a fake smile. He turned back in the other direction and rolled his eyes, resting his chin on his hand. Fi nodded and said in her computer-like voice, "Good. I'm glad he doesn't have to be alone." Link laughed and tugged on Ghirahim's arm. He turned his head and raised an eyebrow. Link smiled up at him and said, "Remember the first time I showed you a Remlit?" Ghirahim nodded once and then returned to his nails.
Link squinted at him but turned back around to face Fi. "What would you like to do now, Fi?" Link asked. Ghirahim stood up, preparing himself for a half-mile-an-hour walk around the island, but Fi didn't move. Link shook her arm gently. "Fi?" he asked again. Fi's endless blue eyes seemed to close, and Link shook her again. "Fi?" he yelped. Ghirahim stood back, slightly alarmed. Link never screamed unless something was wrong. He wasn't fond of the blue girl, but he didn't wish for her to die, either. Just for her to go very far away.
Fi sighed and said in her tinkling voice, "I'm so tired, Master Link. I'm just so tired. I don't like it." Link leaned in and scooped her up in his arms- he had no trouble lifting her off the bench. "I'll take you up to my room and you can lay down, and we'll do something tomorrow. Okay?" He started walking swiftly toward the academy and Ghirahim followed. Fi held on to Link but shook her head. "No, Master," she panted. "Not that kind of tired." Link slowed and eventually was tiptoeing around the bazaar.
He kneeled down next to a bed of flowers that the Remlits liked to play in. Blessed Butterflies usually gathered here. He laid her out across it and kneeled down next to her. Ghirahim watched quietly. He already knew. Fi was too fragile. She was going to die, or whatever used-to-be sword spirits did instead of dying.
Link's breath came quicker and Ghirahim knew he was about to start screaming, or crying. Ghirahim backed away to give them some privacy, but he could still hear. Link put a hand on her face and whispered, "Are you dying?" Fi blinked slowly. "Not dying," she whispered back. "Just moving on." Link sobbed once at this, and then wiped his nose and turned around to Ghirahim. "Can you please find Zelda?" he asked. Ghirahim nodded once and sighed. Her aura was far away, but he teleported in the general direction and then walked to the sealed temple.
"Zelda! Hylia, whoever you are!" Ghirahim bellowed, throwing the doors open with a flourish. Zelda stood from an embrace with the dog Impa that Girahim tried to ignore. She faced him and said calmly, "Yes?" Ghirahim put on a grim face and reported, "Fi is dying."
Zelda closed her eyes in sadness, letting her face fall forward, before asking Ghirahim, "Where is she?" Ghirahim pointed to the sky. "With Link on Skyloft." Zelda nodded and gave Impa a single wave. Zelda disappeared in a shower of light and left Ghirahim standing alone with Impa. Impa was propped up on her elbows on a pink blanket that was spread out on the floor. Her red eyes were wide, but then they narrowed. She swallowed. "Did you kill her?" Ghirahim scoffed. He shook his head. "I've got better things to do with my time and energy." Impa smiled slightly. "Are you glad she's dying?" Impa asked. Ghirahim shook his head. He said seriously, "No. No, I'm not."
Impa nodded once. "Good," she said. "You've come a long way from the man who enjoyed hearing the Goddess' chosen Hero's screams." Ghirahim stared at her for a moment, and then turned on his heel, stalking out of the temple.
"Stupid Goddess-serving dog, giving me compliments..." Ghirahim grumbled. He realized that he was walking nowhere and snapped, appearing at the place where Fi's aura was. They all three, now four, counting Ghirahim, were crowded in Link's quarters. Fi was laying on the bed, holding Link's hand with weak fingers, and Zelda was leaning over her. Ghirahim slowly walked up behind Link, putting a hand on his shoulder. One sad tear dripped down his face. His lip quivered and he tried to smile. Ghirahim realized just then how much Fi meant to Link, and how he couldn't let her die after he'd treated her the way he had.
Ghirahim gently moved Link aside and took Fi's hand. She blinked and slowly turned her head and looked up at him. "Wha.." she mumbled. Zelda was holding her hands over her midsection now, her hands glowing a pure white. She was chanting something quietly. A healing spell. Ghirahim held Fi's hand tighter and took a deep breath, then said, "Thank you for taking care of Link on his adventures." Fi smiled a bit, her eyes falling closed. "It was my duty..." she whispered. Barely audible. Ghirahim leaned down and said comfortingly, "I'll make it my duty to watch him now. I promise." Fi's mouth fell open and she sighed. "Stay with him. Take care of him. Don't leave him alone," she ordered. Ghirahim nodded with each command. Link leaned around Ghirahim, on his knees by Fi's face. He was crying silently. "I love you, Master Link," she whispered. Link nodded and kissed her cheek. "I love you too, Fi." She smiled again, gave Ghirahim's hand one last squeeze, and Zelda stood up. Her hands stopped glowing. She whispered, "You were my best servant. You'll be remembered and honored as the aid in the Hero's quest." Fi sighed one last time, smiled up at the ceiling, and dropped Ghirahim's hand. Link finally started crying now. He crawled away on his knees and sat in the corner, bawling into his thighs. Zelda gripped her head and her features registered horror.
"It's my fault," she said, her voice filling with dread, "I kept her out too long. She should've been resting in eternal slumber. Her body couldn't take it. It's my fault." Impa appeared out of nowhere and gripped her shoulders, keeping her from falling to her knees. Fi's eyes were closed. Impa said, "No, Your Highness. You tried to give her what she wanted." Ghirahim winced at the scene around him and pulled the blanket up to Fi's chin. He was surprised to find a tear sliding down his cheek. "Sleep well, Fi," he whispered. Someone like Fi could only be treated to something so gratifying as sleep after her lifetime of work.
Link was weeping in the corner. Ghirahim walked over to him and wordlessly picked him up, carrying him out of the academy bridal-style. Nobody paid attention to his screaming from within their rooms. He walked out to the bench where they had been sitting earlier and sat down, Link in his lap. He cradled him there, letting him cry in his shoulder. The sun had started to rise. Ghirahim had never seen something quite like it. It, along with waking the birds and shedding light on the land, brought the promise of a new day and a reminder that the world wouldn't always be so dark.
So so so sorry this took so long, guys. I feel bad):
So was that too sad? I thought it was pretty sad. I just thought that Fi was suffering too much, and her being tired, as I'm sure you guessed, was because she wasn't meant to stay out of the sword after Demise was sealed away. She isn't really dead- she's in heaven somehwere, but will never be reincarnated until the chosen hero is born again.
Okay. Song of the day is I Was Here by Beyonce. I'm feeling sentimental today. Check it out, it makes me cry all the time. Love you guys, and reviews are appreciated. Much love,
~Paige