The area surrounding him had grown quite, almost too quite to even comprehend.

Link turned to the side, looking for a single light source, but found nothing beyond his own vision into the vast darkness.

The last thing he remembered, he had terribly agreed to stay with the very Demon whom interrupted his very being, bringing an end to the carefree and wonderful life he had led not long ago. The very Demon who found it in all his humorous cruelty to stare Link straight through the eyes and state Zelda had plummeted to get death, the very words echoing repeatedly in his mind. Ghirahim found joy in the horrible suffering of others, and it turned out that Link was his main target throughout the entirety of the battle. He wanted to see the Sky Child's heart whither away until nothing remained.

The teen put those thoughts to the back of his mind immediately. "I can't think of that right now."

'I may surely break down in tears.'

Returning his undivided attention to the blackness, he found himself walking forward even though he never remembered moving a foot once. They merely carried him.

Everything was silent, dark, and somewhat malicious.

With a shame of his head, hr realized he was dreaming.

And just like that, his consciousness seemed to fight back what he found. It didn't want him to know this was only an illusionary particle, it wanted him to believe what was happening around him was real; that he was in the waking world.

The silence turned to a soft humming like the flapping of the wings on a Loftwing or like a constant buzzing that never ceased. It started low and quite and dramatically escalated in volume after s moment before it turned to much to bear.

It stung his ears, making him shrink lower into himself, his hands gripping fearfully at his head so strong he could feel a liquid pooling and dripping down them. He didn't have to look at them, he already realized the substance was his sticky blood.

The ringing turned to growling and from there to a yell... One that was almost too recognizable.

He shook his head, refusing to imagine how where it was coming from.

Zelda was screaming past the very sound barrier, climaxing across the entire darkness. Link couldn't accept it, he didn't want to know what was happening, but seeming to have no control over his body, his head raised without command; eyes fixated on the figure hovering before him. He was entrapped within a nightmare, the girl constantly yelping in pain- what fell, crashed to the ground with a sickening crumple and splintering of bones and flesh. Then, again it happened. Her body reappeared above the ground and her body came tumbling down again, her weight being pulled down by an undeniably powerful force.

Her body continuously obeyed the crude cycle, the only think illuminated in the room, the only thing besides the darkness surrounding him.

Zelda... Or whatever it now was, locked eyes with the boy's, almost menacingly before screaming again and crumbling down.

His mind was so cruel, so very cruel that it chose to take the crude words he had heard and created images through almost nothing. It wanted to torture him, to remind him of his destiny, her destiny, and his FAILURE.

The tears pooled unstoppably, flowing down his face, painting him the color of defeat. He was to be screwed for whatever unthinkable thing he had done, though he knew it was far from his power that he could have ended such a fight through sheer will, ending it with open victory.

Control was what he no longer had. He was an utterly defeated being whom after seeing her death had frozen, unable to destroy Demise and his reign of terror. The catastrophe that soon followed struck without warning.

Through the darkness beyond him, he could hear screams. Many more that were soon added to Zelda's own. They were hurt, broken, but mostly angry. All of them were angry of Link's failures.

Link failed.

The hero chosen by the goddess failed his one and only mission.

"You've failed us." The voices seemed to say.

No, I didn't.

"We're all dead because of you."

There was nothing that I could've done.

"You were weak."

I tried...

"The goddess should have chosen someone whom had actually been suited."

Zelda, I'm sorry!

His screaming voice felt to carry itself even in his waking world; scaring him senseless and on the brink of losing all the breath he had. His body was covered in sweat, he panted heavily, and he was confused- not about the room he was in, he had already grown accustomed to waking in strange places- but the fact that his mind was able to portray so much left him questioning.

Was everything truly his fault?

Did all the people who trusted him, believed in him, all his friends in Skyloft, did they really believe it was his very fault? He was hardly even sure any of them were alive, yet he was too horrified to ask. He was terrified of the answer he would receive and set it left to just a mystery.

Did Zelda and Fi also feel like that?

As though she had heard, the sword spirit appeared from the door that had been left ajar; her body swaying with such a grace that it left Link astonished. It had been a while since he saw something so pure looking so carefree.

"Sorry if I woke you, Fi."

"Master, I do not have the need of sleep. On the contrary, I merely heard a scream coming from you and decided there was a ninety percent probability of illness or fright. I felt the need to head the call of my master."

'Why did I bother?'

Then, he asked. "Do you think I failed? Did I have the ability to keep so many people alive; to make sure everyone I cared for could've lived?"

"No, Master." She replied instantly. Her voice was mechanical, yet clearly understandable. "The goddess had chosen wisely and I assure you, the final battle you had partaken in was highly inconceivable. Master Link, Zelda trusted in her ideals- the fact that you had failed only proves to show; evil was meant to win. The balance of the world must be kept."

Link closed his eyes, and for a minute, he felt utter relief; not at the new knowledge that good was never supposed to win, but that it wasn't his fault. Failure was already laid out on his path from the very beginning. Those voices in his head were hardly telling the truth.

"Thanks, Fi."

"You are very welcomed, Master Link."

Just then, the figure clad in white so greedily stole the boy's moment of peace. A smile trailed his lips and an eyebrow raised. "Boy, what is it that caused you to wake? His voice darkened playfully. " or should I say, what was it that caused me to wake suddenly?"

"Nightmare."

"Well, I was having such a lovely dream myself...but here I am. Confronting a disturbance. Troublesome, really."

'He's just shoving it in my face! That jerk!'

"Then why not just go back to bed?"

"I heard you," Ghirahim stepped closet to the edge of the bed the teen was situated on. "And I thought, why don't we dance? Hmm?"

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