I do not own The Legend of Zelda or have any offiliation with Nintendo. This is fanfiction and should be taken only as such.

Part 1:

The Glimpse

It had been forever since he had felt fear. Back before he was made a demon lord and stepped one foot into Demise's domain. Those were times before his life was clouded in darkness and hatred. But the mere thought of confronting his dark past sent a shiver down his spine.

Ghirahim wasn't born evil, you know. And if someone tries to tell you otherwise, don't bother to listen, the story I tell is the full truth. I was there. Who else can claim that?

But enough of that, while I know your probably anxious to know Ghirahim's tale, I'm sorry you won't find that here. No, this is merely a moment in time where Ghirahim is about to free his master Demise from his imprisonment, in which the boy in green lay in his bed sound asleep, knowing tomorrow will be the day he will awaken Zelda and bring her home safely.

It's the dead of night, creatures stir outside as a mysterious figure walks toward the Knight Academy. Cloaked in black, the figure makes his way into the building, hardly making a noise.

Cautiously, he enters into Link's bedroom. He stares down at the sleeping hero, making sure he truly is asleep, then, he gently grabs hold of the Master Sword that lies at the bedside next to Link's shield.

Thereupon, in a flash of diamonds, the figure is gone.

He teleports in front of the statue of the goddess, that looms in the shadow of the full moon. Transfixing on the Master sword, he summons the spirit of the sword to arise and confront him.

Out of the hilt, the spirit, gleaming in the moonlight, stares down at the dark figure from her place in the air. "Demon Lord Ghirahim," She states his full name, "I detect an 85 percent chance that you have stolen me from my master. I ask you to please take me back to him at once."

Removing the hood of his cloak, Ghirahim looks up at her and smiles, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Fi. You see, I don't mean to harm that boy as you may imagine, not yet at least. No, I'm here to speak to you." He tosses the Master sword to the side without hesitation and folds his arms across his chest, staring up at her.

"Me? What kind of business could you possibly want with me? I don't recall that we've met before." Fi questions.

"Oh," Ghirahim takes a step toward her, "But we have."

Fi takes a moment to compute her thoughts, "My databases show no encounter between you and I since my master awoke me."

"Ah, but that's just it, we met before you saw that boy." Ghirahim pushes forward. "Before you ever had a master, Fi."

Not being used to being told she's wrong, Fi shakes her head, "That's impossible, I was created by the goddess to serve my master. Other than now, I lied waiting for his coming for an uneventful 387 years. My findings are 100 percent correct, Ghirahim, we have never met." She states firmly.

Gritting his teeth, Ghirahim nearly shouts, "You don't remember! Can't you see? It was the goddess, Hylia, she wiped your memory and turned you into this!" He spits out the word, "A brain dead, passionless spirit." Then, Ghirahim lays his hand on her metallic shoulder, and something astounding happens.

A lustrous blue spirit in one moment, then in a blur of gold light, Fi becomes something entirely different. Human.

The numbers and statistics fade away as does the blue film behind her eyes, opening her eyes to the dark, glistering image of the night sky that comes first to her view. "Wh-what?" Words come out in a voice she can't recognize. Is it hers? But before she could come think about that, she feels a pressure on her right hand and finds Ghirahim placing it in his.

His bronze hand sends a sensation up her spine, "You see?" Ghirahim turns her hand over in his. "This is who you are." Fi lifts this limb, a hand, a body part her master and many others bore and examines it. Somehow, she manages to move the strange legs that sprout from her hand, twisting and turning them with ease.

"What is this sorcery?" Looking down at her strange new form, soft and delicate, Fi shudders, only having a curious thin white blouse to hang loosely over her shoulders to just above her knees, "What have you done to me?"

"Given you your life back...for a short time." Ghirahim reaches and stokes her cheek delicately, "My, I nearly forgot how truly beautiful you are." He whispers loud enough for Fi to hear.

The cool of Ghirahim's metallic hand doesn't help with Fi being awfully cold, yet she feels a warmth that draws her in. Why isn't she angry? She knows she should be but something deep inside her is holding her fear back.

"Who...am I?" She realizes it's the perfect question.

Ghirahim almost frowns, placing his hand behind her neck, he sighs, "You don't remember anything?"

Instead of giving Ghirahim a straight anser, Fi pauses to think. There are memories hidden within a grey fog, voices and people. Something stands out among it all: a young man, with pale skin a icy white hair.

"You!" Fi explodes, making Ghirahim jump, "I knew you!" It is joy, not anger that leaks in her voice, as cheerful memories of a Ghirahim past bubble up in her mind. One memory after the other after the other... She did know him once, and oh, they were inseparable! "Ghirahim," Fi exclaims with great joyousness, "My best friend!" With this, Fi jumps forward with her arms spread wide, knocking Ghirahim over with her arms around him, "I remember! And oh, how I've missed you."

Smiling wide, Ghirahim embraces her in his arms, "I was afraid you wouldn't, all this time waiting for the chance to see you again. When Hylia turned you into a spirit she..." Oh no, he had mentioned it.

It's silent as Fi slowly but surely retreats from Ghirahim's hold. Sitting upright, she looks at him in disarray, "...Hylia." The golden goddess, yes, she remembers her face from long ago.

Fi, the words of Hylia echo from within her mind, The weight you have excepted to carry of guiding the future hero comes with it's price upon the life you live now. You will forget all of it, every person, place you have encountered thus far shall be wiped completely from your memory. The only one you shall recall is I, Hylia, and the hero I mention for you to wait for. Wicked forces will seek to feed you lies of what was. Listen to them not for they only desire to use you for evil. I especially want you to beware of him, flashes of the young man with white hair arouse, this is Ghirahim, a deceiver and servant of Demise. He shall one day bring you to believe you and he were once allies, an attempt to draw you in and cease the your master's destiny to destroy Demise. It is then you shall remember my words from this day in time. You bare no history with Ghirahim and should not reckon otherwise. Remember who you are, Fi, the keeper to our fate: the Spirit of the Master Sword.

Then, it all comes back. The darkness breaks the light and a smirking face, drawing near, is what she sees at that second. That horrible face... "Liar!" Fi doesn't take a moments hesitation to come to feet. "It's all a lie!" The so-called "memories" come crashing down in a torrent, grabbing the back of her head, she gasps, "You're a liar! None of it is true!" She mostly shouts at herself, trying to convince her conscience none of that is real.

"What?" Ghirahim stands, shocked. "No, I'm not!"

Roads, rivers, forests, fires, songs, voices, people... Ghirahim.

I wish I was as intelligent as you, Fiala.

Fiala? In the misty fog, the young girl the pale boy spoke to had short black hair and enchanting blue eyes that seemed to swirl like a whirlpool. She smiled, blushing.

Intelligence is a wonderful gift, but my heart longs dearly to help the world and make the darkness vanish, The girl looks skyward, I'd do anything- go anywhere to drive out the evil that lurks in our world. I would.

The young Ghirahim takes her and in his, And where does your heart find me?

Fiala comes in close and stares deeply into his eyes, grinning. My heart will, no matter what, find you. Never forget that.

Embracing her in his arms, Ghirahim whispers in her ear, And I promise mine shall find you in return.

A sword suddenly slashes forward and the memory breaks and shatters into dust. Knocked out of her reverie, Fi gasps at the blood pouring out of Ghirahim's side. He cries out and falls to the ground once more, and from behind him stands the hero in green, gripping the pale, lifeless Master Sword.

"Master Link!" She runs toward him, but realizing she's still human, she stops in her tracks.

Link gives her a confused look, clearly not recognizing her.

She sighs, "It's me, Fi. Your servant." What a fool she must look to be, "My form is changed but I can 100 percent assure you I'm the same spirit you know." The calculations were coming back, the numbers, the facts-everything. Looking down at her hands, tan and fleshy she speaks to herself, "Your not a human, it's a complete lie." But as her entire body starts to glow a bright blue, a silent tear runs down Fi's face.

Link stands there, dumbfounded, as both his sword and the mysterious figure illuminate.

Getting one last look at her palms, Fi shuts her eyes tight. What had just happened? She knew Ghirahim had tried to speak to her but could not remember what about. All she knew was that her Master had saved her once again...

That familiar blue world came as she looked down upon Link, who almost looked surprised to see her. "Master," Fi started in her robotic vocalization, "From the expression upon your face I detect a 62 percent chance that something out of the ordinary has just occurred, unfortunately, I can't seem to recollect thought besides Ghirahim attempting to verbalize with me."

"...Human you say? Black hair, blue eyes?" If Fi had the programing to laugh she would, "I'm afraid that's quite impossible, Link, 97 percent to be exact. Perhaps you were hallucinating, for I am merely a sword spirit." With that said, the blue figure flashes into a ball of light and disappears into the Master sword, giving it life once more.

It was silent. Had Link truly just seen Fi as a human? The very sight of her had made the hairs on the back of his head stand. He could vividly remember her beautiful form and captivating blue eyes that almost seemed to have pulled him in.

Link turned suddenly, remembering Ghirahim. There lied a puddle of blood on the ground, but the demon lord had vanished.

Back on the surface, Ghirahim lies with his back against a stone wall. He doesn't know exactly where he was but he didn't care. Pressing down on the deep cut on his side with his cloak, Ghirahim holds back his tears as best as he could.

It wasn't the tear in his flesh that gives him anguish but the words that ring in his head over and over again: You're a liar! None of it is true! Fi truly doesn't believe him, and never would. Ghirahim tried to accept it.

The curious thing was that he wasn't lying. The memories that had rung through Fi's mind were once complete reality.

Here something to think about: If he was telling the truth, then why had Hylia told Fi otherwise? Saying Fi bore no past with Ghirahim when she really did?

These our the things that shape the past, puzzle pieces lost in time. It is now time to find them, dearest friend, and see this past for ourselves. Take my hand now, hold tight, the ahead road is treacherous.

This is a dark legend...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading, this is my first fanfic and I'm happy at my progress. I hope you give me a comment to tell me how you liked it and what I can fix. Enough veiws and I'll be sure to start working on Part 1 soon. Once again, thank you!

Zelda Forever! -Vembra