A/N: Hi everyone, Hope everyone is doing well. As I said in the previous chapter this would be the final chapter for Water Thicker Than Blood. Thank you HeavenlyCondemned for following and favoriting this fic.

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Ghirahim waited till night fell before he headed back to Hylia's castle. He walked calmly to the stable. "Vladimir, do you have a horse I can borrow?" he asked the stable boy who had become his friend.

The bird-like demon came out of an empty stall. "I'm sorry. They have been all taken for the siege tomorrow," Vladimir answered.

Ghirahim growled angrily before storming out of the stable. He hurried out of Demise's manor. Without the horse to speed up his journey, Ghirahim performed at least ten teleportation jumps to reach Hylia's white walls.

The large structure seem to glow in the light of the full moon. Ghirahim climbed the walls silently, afraid that teleporting so close to the manor would cause detection. The sword spirit shivered slightly from the cold. He looked around the gardens which were decidedly more frightening in the moonlight. The sword spirit was struck by a single thought, he didn't know where the seer would be at this time of night. Demise told him of an ability to douse for another living being. The trick was to know that person's aura and Ghirahim knew Seer's aura very well.

He followed the trail of pale light that was the trail of Seer's aura; its light so similar to the light of the moon above. He walked quietly through the trees that have long since lost their leaves. He padded past the small pond and the statue of Hylia. He followed the trail to the eastern wall of the keep. He looked up to see a small ball of this pale light coming from a single window. Ghirahim looked around for a rock. He grabbed a handful of gravel. He picked a single piece and tossed it at the window. He waited for a couple of minutes for a response. Hearing none, he tossed two pebbles. They rapped softly against the glass with no response. Ghirahim looked on the ground and found a larger rock that barely fit in his hands. He reeled his arm back and threw it with all his might. The rock collided with a crack; Ghirahim looked around nervously.

"Who's there?" Seer's voice called tensely.

"It's me, Seer," Ghirahim answered as loudly as he dared, "Come down it is urgent."

Ghirahim watched as Seer's head popped out of the window. "You better catch me," the girl said before she used a blanket to wipe up any broken glass. She sat on the edge of the window. "Ready?" she asked. Before Ghirahim could answer the seer, she fell off. Ghirahim caught the girl and lowered her to the ground.

"What's the matter, Ghirahim?" she asked, "In the year I knew you you've never come here in the middle of the night."

"You need to leave the castle, now," Ghirahim said breathlessly, "Demise is going to attack here in the morning. You need to get out of here." He didn't want to sound like he was begging, but Seer was his friend and he didn't want to see her harmed.

The girl sighed and lowered her head. Ghirahim noticed for once the Hylian wasn't wearing her cowl. Her hair was the same silver color as the moonlight above. "Ghirahim," the girl started. Ghirahim straightened at his name. "I know about the attack, but…" the girl trailed off as if she didn't know how to word something.

"Please, Seer. Come with me. I don't want you to die. You're my best friend," Ghirahim pleaded. The girl lowered her head again and sighed. She nodded once and allowed herself to be guided to the wall. At the wall, Ghirahim placed one of her hands in the footholds they carved a couple of months ago. He didn't help the Hylian up the wall; he had learned his lesson when the girl shouted at him in a previous wandering. Seer sat on top of the wall waiting for Ghirahim to catch up. Once the sword spirit was beside her, he jumped down the wall. Wordlessly, Seer slid off the wall into Ghirahim's arms.

Ghirahim linked his arms with her and began to run. The sun was starting to rise and Ghirahim wanted to run as far as he can from the fighting. Ghirahim pulled into a narrow gorge which was his path to and from Hylia's castle. The first rays of daylight were lighting the way which made running easier for Ghirahim, but not for Seer who just tipped and landed on her knees. Ghirahim turned when her arm slipped from his. The Hylian held out her hand which Ghirahim took in his own.

The girl got to her feet and both started to run again. "Don't worry, Seer, there is a small cave where we can rest," Ghirahim panted.

"Good, I don't think I can run any more. Couldn't we have just teleported?"

"No, I don't have enough magic," Ghirahim said. "Look there it is." Two bow strings punctuated this sentence. Ghirahim watched as an arrow struck Seer's stomach and chest. The girl stumbled pulling Ghirahim down. Another arrow bounced off a rock where Ghirahim's head was seconds ago. With his heart beating wildly in his chest, Ghirahim wrapped his arms around his friend and teleported to the cave he had told about unconcern about the fatigue that was setting in.

Ghirahim looked at the girl in his arms. "I'm sorry, Seer. I should have been watching for archers," he said tears welling up in his eyes.

The girl smiled although pain was written all over her face. "You couldn't have known," she breathed.

Tears slipped past his cheeks, "I'll get these arrows out," he cried as he begun to gently tug the said arrows. They made a small sucking sound as Seer groaned putting one hand to stop his. The sword spirit release his hold on it.

"It's no use, Ghirahim," she sighed, "Everything is as it should be."

Sorrow was building up in his chest and he could feel it chocking him. "But. But..Seer, you're not supposed to die. You're supposed to be my friend till the end." Ghirahim could feel something pull at his heart. He knew that it was his Master's call, but he couldn't leave his friend. "Seer, don't leave me. I know a little healing magic; it could help." Ghirahim gently touched Seer's stomach wound. Magic drained from his body, but it didn't stop the growing puddle of blood. The sword spirit could feel cool fingers touch his. Ghirahim looked at Seer's face.

"Read this," she breathed, barely a wisp of wind. One hand pointed to five letters drawn in blood.

"It this a magic spell, "Ghirahim asked. Seer didn't say anything. Fearing to delay anymore, Ghirahim nodded. "Ra-h-zel. Rah-zel. Rahzel," he said steadily. He waited for the familiar drain of magic, but it didn't come. "Seer, what was that supposed to do?" he asked. He looked to the girl who just smiled. "Seer, the spell didn't work."

"Thank you," came the single breath. The girl didn't take another breath. "Seer!" he shouted. He repeated the strange magic spell again and again, rapidly becoming louder.

"Ghirahim," a deep voice called. Ghirahim stopped his shout and looked up from his still friend. He saw Demise slightly bent over looking over the scene.

"Master, please. Can you help her?" Ghirahim asked.

The lard demon king shook his head negative. "Ghirahim, she is dead. Killed by her own people." He sounded almost kind as he said this as if he was trying to comfort the distress child.

Ghirahim looked at him confused. "I don't understand."

Demise came closer and pointed to the arrows, "Look at the fletching. They're pure white feathers; only the Hylians use white feathers."

Ghirahim looked at the weapons in shock, "Why would they kill her? She was one of them."

Demise placed his hands on his shoulder, "Because they are self-righteous fools. Those who don't agree with them are seen as evil and need to be exterminated." Ghirahim looked up at his master and realized how ignorant he was.

"Please tell me more, Master."

A/N: And the rest is history. What's really funny is that I actually had this chapter completely written out; it was originally a part of Of Sparrows and Swordsmen, but I removed it. Anyways, thank you all for reading and showing support for this humble little fic.