Nintendo created all the characters and places and stuff. I just made the story up. The cover was done by Zeliga of DeviantART

Part Five - Finale

Excusing himself to go to the toilet was all the excuses he needed to go outside, Link was writing mountains of paper work so merely watched him go, and with that, Ghirahim rushed straight to the forest, the trees acting like a huge umbrella over him. That is till he heard his name.

"Ghirahim! What are you doing here?!" screamed Hylia her clothes soaked through as if she had been waiting for him to enter "I ordered you to remain in the camp!"

"But, nothing's happened. Dad is really close, I'm sure he'd hear me shout if I got in trouble." Ghirahim giggled brushing his wet hair out of his eyes; Hylia crouched beside him and held his shoulder, her grip hard.

"Let him hear you." she snarled a forked tongue creeping over her lips. Ghirahim squealed and kicked against the woman's tightening grip as a true body, one of evil was hidden behind the skin, a male. Demise.

"Let me go!" Ghirahim wailed biting Demise's fingers.

Link sat up in his chair, his fingers quivering around his quill. Ghirahim.

Demise threw the boy into a tree "You have to learn your manners about addressing royalty." he growled drawing his sword and aiming it at the boy's neck "You were born in my army for a purpose."

"Dad told me why I was born and why he cares for me now! I must not fall into the hands of evil!" Ghirahim argued, tears starting to leak from his eyes "Your hands!"

Demise raised his blade above his head, Ghirahim pushed himself into the roots of the tree ducking his head and screwing his eyes shut as a pair of hands seized his arms and pulled him away from being struck.

"Ghirahim! Why did you lie to me?!" came a voice, Ghirahim's hearing muffled by cloth. "Hylia said not to leave the camp and what do you do?!"

"I'm sorry, Dad." Ghirahim cried hanging on to his father's tunic.

Link didn't hear him, his attention was on Demise before him; Ghirahim saw no flares in his father's pouch, how would he be able to tell the camp?!

"You stray too far from your boundaries, Demise." Link warned drawing the sword given to him by Hylia.

"Your blade is useless on me." Demise smirked as Ghirahim crawled onto Link's back so that he had his hands free. "I will have what I want."

"Ghirahim is not yours to have. He never was." Link said scowling as the men started to circle in the clearing; Ghirahim tightened his grip on Link's shoulders

"And he wasn't yours to have either. You stole him." Demise smirked grabbing the boy's attention.

Link touched the boy's hair and spoke softly "True, I took you. But Ghirahim, you know full why."

"You should be ruling an army right now, Ghirahim." Demise cackled, making both the other males very unsettled "You could be a lord at my hand had you remained with me."

"Don't buy it, Ghirahim. You know what he tried to do." Link hissed continuing to circle "He's trying to trick you."

"You think you're better than me? You think you're right? Fine." Demise laughed charging forward catching Link off balance to send Ghirahim into the trees. "Let us see."

"Are you alright?!" Link shouted as Demise attempted to plunge his sword downward but was pushed against by Link's blade. Ghirahim dropped from a tree, his feet tangled in the branches.

"Yes, I'm okay!" he called pulling twigs from his hair.

Link pushed against Demise's blade harder, getting back to his feet, his arms shaking.

"I'm not afraid of you!" he shouted in Demise's face, breaking from him forming space between them. Ghirahim parted the bushes but kept low, he had to tell Hylia. She needed to help Dad. With that he ran through the trees and bushes to get back to camp, his little heart pounding as he left the battle field.

There was silence between the adults, they glared at one another, their tempers hotter than fire. This was the end.

They lunged, rain running along the blades and lightning striking the sky angrily.

Ghirahim tripped over and landed on his face by the water fountain. Hylia was standing in the middle of the camp, the rain running off her shoulders.

"Hylia! Your Grace!" Ghirahim screamed dashing towards her "Dad and Demise are fighting! You have to help!"

Hylia turned on her heel and gave him a forlorn look "You should not have left the camp."

"You…" Ghirahim gasped, his mind drawing to a conclusion that frightened him "Demise is…no! He can't! You have to take my dad away! This is your fight!"

Hylia tried placing a hand on his shoulder but he slapped it away "Ghirahim." she sighed

"No! This is your fault! If you were so close to us then you would do something!" Ghirahim screamed picking a stick up off the floor and holding it out like a sword to the goddess "You knew. You knew!"

"Ghirahim, please." Hylia whispered but the little boy was hysterical

"No!" Ghirahim roared stabbing the sword into the ground so that it broke with it before rushing off back into the forest.

"Impa. You know what you must do?" Hylia sighed, Impa appeared behind her, a hand clasped over her heart

"Are you sure this is wise, Hylia?" Impa grunted lifting her head "The sky is vast, why can't Ghirahim live up there?"

"He will never be free of his fate. That's why it is called fate." Hylia mumbled "We will ascend when the lightning clears. Get everyone ready."

The heavy rain made the ground disappear in a pool of water under their feet, the thunder clouds reflected on it like it were a huge mirror. Link panted for a moment before composing himself, he couldn't pinpoint which part of him hurt the most.

"Had enough human?" Demise mocked, visibly showing signs of fatigue

"You will leave this world!" Link snarled charging forward as Ghirahim parted the bushes.

"Dad!" Ghirahim screamed watching his father fall into the water, crimson soaking through his tunic.

"Now, boy. Be the soul of my sword." Demise said with a cat grin crossing his face.

Ghirahim took a step back, the water deep enough for his ankle to sink within it.

"Dad!" Ghirahim shouted as Demise cornered him. Link struggled to get up, his arms shaking under his weight, every movement caused crimson to leak from his chest and yet, he drew his sword and threw it like a dart. Ghirahim covered his eyes with his hands and turned his back on Demise as he raised his blade over his shoulders but heard him scream.
Link flopped on the floor almost like a starfish as Demise fell forward, the blade of Link's sword right through his back and out the front. Ghirahim dashed past him and dropped to his father, clinging onto his soaked fingers.

"Dad? Dad!" Ghirahim screamed, the lightning fading in the background. "Get up, Dad!"

"I can't Ghirahim." Link replied cupping Ghirahim's head in his hands.

"Yes, you can! You can lean on me, o-or I can drag you!" Ghirahim yelled bursting into even more tears.

"You have to go back to the camp." Link sighed letting his hand fall on his crimson coloured tunic.

"Hylia let you down. I can't." Ghirahim whined lying next to his father, wrapping Link's cold arms around his body. "Dad…" The world suddenly began to shake, the trees held firm in their roots as great gusts of wind blew through their leaves, Ghirahim clung onto Link's arm as from what he could see in the black clouds, was chunks of the land climbing up into the sky "Hey! Hey! Wait! We're still here!" Ghriahim cried covering Link's face with his body as he heard Demise stagger around trying to remove the blade from his chest.

"You will be the soul of my sword, boy!" Demise laughed, finally removing the sword and crossing the small distance towards him, Ghirahim jumped to his feet to avoid a swipe of magic

"I will never be your servant! You killed my father!" Ghirahim screamed running off.

When the rain ended, a white light touched the earth housing a body, Hylia made her way to the site where the two bodies lay, Link's cold and lifeless, while Demise's still clung onto life.

Hylia ignored Demise and cradled her fallen hero in her hands. "You shall be reborn, to see your son grown up." she whispered placing a gentle hand on his chest "I have failed you both. I will cast away my divinity and grow by your side as a mortal."

"Hylia, you fool." Demise strained trying to stand. Hylia remained seated

"No, Demise. It is you that is the fool. I have hidden the power of the triangles that you seek in the hands of my people. You have lost." Hylia snarled, almost maliciously while vanishing with Link's body.

Ghirahim shook his head, he had watched both enemy and friend perish. He could not fight.

But what choice did he have? He had no survival skills and none of the friendly tribes would touch him, if they were around that was.

There was only one choice.

He would have to become the wanted to see his father again.

He had aged well while waiting for Hylia's promise to his father to come. Over time, the waiting got boring, the days turned into months, into years, into decades until almost a thousand years had been and gone. He had quite forgotten about his father. Ruling over Demise's army in his stead, he had become dark and grim, the very thing he had once fought against, and now cast a guilty shadow over the mobs he created and ruled.

Until a fateful meeting with someone he knew before. He plucked a girl from the clouds, the blue sky which he had never crossed and let her fall into the hands of his monsters. It was not until a boy, clothed in green entered Faron Woods did he remember that promise.

It made him stop and think, question and yet, no answers could be found.

Hylia had kept her promise. This was his father reborn.

How soft he was. This boy was much younger than what his father had been when he left him, but there was so much about him that was like his father it was almost sickening. It hurt to see him. Reused. Put into play like a chess piece. Forced by an unknown want. Ghirahim new that want and he loathed it. 'The urge to help the Goddess' drove his father just as much as this boy. But he didn't know that yet.

"Hylia…how could you do this to me?" he mumbled "And how...how could you do this to him?"

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I'm sick of sad endings, aren't you? I've got to stop making prequels and make some good fan fictions. I thought this was appropriate with Ghirahim's fights never showing his personality, even when he snaps at the end of Skyward Sword, he always seems to hold back If I was fighting a member of my family I'd hold back too.

Anyway, that's that for this mini fan fiction, stick around for the next one! Which is actually what someone requested me to do. And will be uploaded here very soon!