Ghirahim opened his eyes and looked around the small, unfamiliar room. A sudden surge of pain shot through him. He had been placed on a cushion on the floor. The first person he saw was Zelda. Zelda's clothes were different now, very plain and functional. Despite this, her appearance glowed with good health, her beauty almost goddess like.

"Good morning," she said, smiling down at him.

"What is this place?"

"You're on Skyloft now, or to be more exact the Knight Academy. Ghirahim, why did you save me like that...down at the Sealed Grounds?"

Ghirahim paused for a moment and replied with some hostility, "I could ask you the same question."

"You mean why did I bring you to Skyloft? Well...it would be rather dumb of me to simply leave my enemy for dead, don't you think? At least I can keep an eye on you here," Zelda stated.

"Why didn't you just kill me then? What worth am I to the Demon King without my powers?"

"Don't talk like that," Zelda said, standing up.

"This is absurd. I demand that you restore my powers and return me to to the Surface. I am Demon Lord Ghirahim. You can't keep me here!" he said trying to summon any remaining dignity or authority he had left.

"You know I can't allow that. I don't want anyone else getting hurt again, not even you," Zelda replied calmly.

Ghirahim turned away from her. Zelda continued to talk to him regardless.

"When you're feeling up to it, I will show you around. The Knight Academy has its own sparring hall I think you'd like."

"What?! Because of you, I lost the one thing that meant everything to me. If it wasn't for my weakened state, I would give you the most excruciating death possible!"

Zelda looked like she was close to tears. "I know you don't mean that. It's all empty threats, and you know it."

With that Zelda went into the hallway, taking one last look at Ghirahim, before quietly shutting the door.

He asked himself the same questions, trying to come to terms with the truth. Why had the ritual failed? Ghirahim couldn't find an answer, or rather there was something he didn't want to admit to himself. But he knew it deep down inside, because he had acted on it when he saved her. This pathetic human girl had gone from simply a tool that he would use to revive his master to someone he suddenly didn't want to loose. He was angry with himself. He was angry with her. He hadn't fulfilled his purpose, she had robbed him of it by simply being herself. He tossed and turned unable to rest.

...

The students who witnessed the man limping down the hall were mystified. He obviously wasn't one of them. The small handful of students at the academy all knew each other, and they had never seen this man before.

Ghirahim paid no attention to the questioning glances of the students. He made his way outside and past a student in a yellow tunic.

"Out of my way!" Ghirahim growled, barely able to restrain hurling further insults at the student who reminded him of Link.

Pipit watched the man go into the sparring hall before abandoning his nightly rounds to ask about this strange newcomer.

The sparring hall was empty. Ghirahim hadn't seen Zelda on his way down. For that much he was thankful. He looked around for a sword, hoping some negligent student might have left one lying about. The only one he could find was a pathetically dull blade.

He thought about how would never be able to resurrect the Demon King. He was useless to his master now. The world his master wanted to create would never become a reality.

Ghirahim fell to his knees and thrust the sword as hard as he could into his stomach. He Fell onto his back, his blood starting to pool on the floor. As his consciousness was slipping away, he heard the doors of the sparring hall fly open. He could hear Zelda screaming and crying as he watched the light fade, feeling a deep sense of regret.