Sorry that this update is a bit later! I've just had some serious writer's block. This chapter is a bit shorter than usual so just a heads up! Thanks to all of you who have already reviewed, I love to hear what you have to say!

"Her... soul?" I sliced my sword so the point of it was in front of Ghirahim's face, though my hands started to shake. "How did you get her soul?" I practically whispered. This was impossible...

Ghirahim had his hand over his bleeding chest with his teeth clenched and his fangs showing as he snarled. "You really are just a stupid sky child! How else do you explain her collapsing all of a sudden?" He growled and I took a startled step back.

"But, I thought it was just her slumber..." I said aloud. He laughed and shook his head. So he really did kill her. He was the one who did all of this to Zelda!

"You sky people... always so ignorant." I growled and searched my mind for any way to get her soul. I needed it. I needed her.

Just then an idea hit me. An awful, sickening idea.

"...How did you take her soul?" I asked under my breath.

"Didn't I already tell you?!"

"No!" I yelled, thrusting my sword forward. "I mean how!"

He looked confused, but then slowly a grin appeared on his face and he let out a low laugh. "It takes practice boy. And you're not ready for it. That, I can guarantee."

I let out a yell and I could feel the anger smoldering inside me. Everything was his fault! That tornado, all of my scars, the blood, her death. Everything! I felt a warm tear trail down my cheek and I knew I was losing blood from my wound as it throbbed. I was shaking, and I raised the demon blade in my other hand.

Ghirahim laughed again, slowly growing in volume. Pieces of his body started chipping away, ascending into the sword. His laughing got louder as he shouted to me.

"I will be back! And my master will return with me! We will haunt you and your spirit maiden until the end of time! Blood will be spilt, and prayers will be offered to my God! The God your people denied!"

The rest of his body disintegrated into the sword, as black as ash.

I lowered the large blade to see its edges glowing black with the demon Lord's spirit. To think this whole time Ghirahim was a spirit of a simple sword. And now he's sealed away...

Something in the distance caught my attention and I looked out to see something glowing where Ghirahim once was.

As I slowly approached the white light, I noticed the shape of it. It looked... almost like a sacred tear.

"Master." Fi appeared next to me, but unlike usual, she didn't speak. She simply stared at me. Yet I still knew what she was telling me.

I swallowed, feeling a pit in my throat. I walked closer to what appeared to be a tear until the glowing light was so close to me that I could reach out and touch it.

I hesitated for a second. Was I really going to do this?

Apparently yes, because I took a single step forward and closed my eyes as the tear washed over me. And just like that, I had taken Zelda's soul.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the sealed grounds. Instead, I seemed to be floating in the sky. But that's impossible!

I whirled around, but there were still clouds that went on for what seemed like forever.

I blinked and an image appeared in my mind so abrupt that I had to take a deep breath. Except it wasn't an image... it felt like a memory.

The memory seemed new, yet old. I had seen this before but it was as if it was being played in a different way. I was there. I was smiling and running around. There was the feeling of joy. Then there was pain. In the distance was not only the burning house, but also me. I was there screaming in Horwell's arms. At least I thought it was me. Because although I, Link, was there, I was also screaming in someone else's arms...

Zelda. That's when it hit me. This was Zelda's memory. That was why it was different, because it was in her perspective. I was feeling how she felt. I was seeing what she saw.

No. This felt wrong. Like I was invading her privacy. I shouldn't know this much!

But another memory appeared. I was meeting my Loftwing for the first time. Zelda was excited, happy, and proud. I could feel it. I watched as I flew in the air.

More memories came, almost all of them with me in it. And as each one came I felt worse and worse.

Who was I to learn this stuff about her? Did Ghirahim go through the same thing? My fists clenched at just the thought of that beast learning all of this about Zelda.

Just then a memory came. It was a memory I'd never forget. The wing ceremony.

This memory contained more emotions than most of the other ones she's had. There was anticipation, happiness, pride, and another emotion that shone throughout the memory. One similar to something I've felt , but different in its own way.

The high of the dream crashed as the tornado appeared. Despair and panic filled me, but most of all there was fear as Zelda fell below the clouds.

More memories of her time on the surface arose, each one peaking my interest as I watched her meet Impa, travel across the lands, and praying at each temple.

I thought they were over, but then pain hit me harder than anything. I cradled my head in my hands as images consumed my mind. There was horror, pain, terror, blood, guilt, worry, and more. They consumed me, eating away at my mind.

How? There was no way Zelda went through this! None of this was familiar, it just didn't make any sense!

But that's when I realized it. This may be Zelda's soul, but it's also Hylia's.

There was war. So much war. She felt guilty, sorry, but most of all the Goddess actually felt fear.

The pain overwhelmed me as the memories continued. I remembered what Ghirahim had told me, "It takes practice boy. And you're not ready for it, that I can guarantee."

No. I could do this. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, trying to pull the memories away from me. I could feel them slipping away, fading out into the vast distance as I closed my eyes.

When I finally opened them again I was standing on the surface.

Fi watched me in silence, soon returning back into the sword in my hand. I sheathed it, my mind racing as I felt a new energy coursing through my body.

a golden light caught my eye in the midst of the night. I looked down to see it coming from my hand. As I raised it I discovered that the light was coming from the triforce on the back of my hand. It pulsed with a light brighter than ever. Could this all be Zelda's soul?

Without a second thought, I raced back to the sealed temple knowing that if there was one chance to rescue Zelda, then this was it.

I'm hoping to wrap up this story in the next chapter or two! Thanks for reading and be sure to review! ^^