If only he had not awoken at such an untimely hour. He was, once again, scared of where he was. It seemed that fear was engulfing his very being with every breath he took; it was almost becoming a regular occurrence for him, now.

He could not open his eyes and could no longer feel his fingers, neither could he his entire arms. The boy would attempt to move them, but nothing would come out accomplished. His body was stiff, rigid, and he felt as though bags upon bags of sand were weighing down his body to whatever entity he lay upon. The only thing he was conscious of was the softness and warmth engulfing his body...and the shuffle of something across from him followed by an ill-humoured chuckle. He was in no mood for any of the demon's sarcastic laughing.

And, as the devil was spoken, so did he appear.

"Sky child, did you finally awaken from your beauty sleep?" His voice was taunting, audibly dripping with mockery.

Link growled, even though it sounded awful miserable and pathetically forced out. "L-leave me alone, will you?"

"Oh? How rude of me, though, I was simply concerned for your health, healing you from that horrible wound, and, may I remind you, saving your life even though I had no need to whatsoever and could have just left you to rot like the novice you are."

And so it began, the Lord spouting garbage about their first encounter.

Link wanted to push himself up badly, to wring the man's neck, but as soon as he, somehow, shot forward, the sensation around his lungs and heart grew with intense burning and left him yelling in pain as his body slumped roughly back down.

Ghirahim, for reasons unknown, hummed not in amusement, but in concern- how Link hoped he had only imagined it. "Boy, stay still. I wouldn't want you bleeding all over the bedsheets."

So, that's what he lay upon.

He exhaled, painfully at first, and calmed down therefore ceasing whatever pain engulfed him.

Then, with a smile and a gleeful little leap, the Demon snapped his fingers as a tray appeared in one hand. "Oh, I forgot. Look, breakfast. I am too kind, Sky child, don't you agree?"

Link glared at him.

Ghirahim found this amusing and started the unacceptable. "You're still too weak, why don't you let me feed you?"

"If I'm going to be fed by the likes of you, I'd rather not eat at all."

"My, my, you're awfully rude in the morning." He took a spoon into his grip and raised the- soup?- bringing it joyously to the boy's mouth. "Say 'ah'."

"Leave me alone!" The boy yelled out in rage, his blood boiling to the point of fury.

The Lord froze his movements before slowly lowering the utensil back to the bowl with an agitated clink. "Hm. I see I've been shown no gratitude... But I can't expect such from vermin like you, such a lowly human. Ha!" A snap, and the food was gone without so much as a trace.

The boy turned his head. So many questions invaded his mind that he had no choice but to mumble one out to the other.

Of course, Ghirahim was unable to hear and asked him to repeat it.

"What happened to Zelda?"

A pause and the Lord let out an annoyed sigh. "Of course. Well, plainly put, she's dead."

His heart stopped. "What?"

"And you call me hard of hearing. May I repeat myself? Surely, I feel no pain in saying it. The goddess, or Zelda, is dead."

Link's heart dropped and his breathing hitched as his trembling hands reached for his heart, no longer caring for the painful wound on his chest. His face was turned and he was glad. If the Demon were to see the hurt and suffering he was feeling, how horrible.

"And, if you don't believe me-honestly, that's how you humans are- maybe I shall stir up a bit of memories. You see, that boy with the preposterous hairdo MISSED his catch and the girl was sent plummeting to her death. Oh, how graphically horrendous." Ghirahim chuckled softly when his eyes were able to detect a slight hint of rage from the boy. "Go ahead. Let fury take over, why don't you? I'd love to see how you look despairing-"

He couldn't take any more of it.

Link lunged forward, his adrenaline taking charge, giving him the power to grip his shaking hands around the neck of the monster before him.

But with the sound of a snap, the Demon had moved across the room; leaving the young hero with nothing to strangle.

He was shaking, pale...and crying. His chest and heart heaved with pain and all he could think of was the beautiful smile in his memory.

Zelda was dead.

Zelda was dead.

Zelda was dead.

No, it can't be true. I don't remember anything that's happened, so it really can't be true...

"You're a liar!"

Ghirahim, the humor no longer present, stared at him with an incredulous expression planted upon his face. "Really. I hardly have any need to lie anymore. I'm merely speaking the truth."

Sorry if this chapter was so short, I plan to make the others longer and I just really wanted to get this one up as soon as possible.

I want to thank those that reviewed to my other chapters, but I don't really have your names at the moment. Either way, you know who you are and I really appreciate what you've done.

You've given me so much motivation to write this and I promise to complete this story... hopefully by the end of this year or so.

Anyhow, thanks so much.

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