I just want to thank everybody and your kind words. You are my motivation and I would not be doing this without you.

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CHAPTER 3 Link POV

I was nervous. But I would never admit this to anyone down here. I was especially nervous with this so called demon lord. He raised that hand that I was not holding onto.

With a snap of his fingers, the world seemed to blow away like a fierce wind. Everything that was once my surroundings were twisting and intertwining with each other like the tornados from my home. I clutched Ghirahim's hand tighter, for fear of being lost in the twister. In a matter of seconds, a new environment was revealed.

Ghirahim let go of my hand and made a dramatically raised his arms to show off his home.

"Welcome to my home, Link. I do hope you find it as lovely as I do."

We were in, what seemed like, the main lobby of a mansion. The walls were tall and decorated with paintings, weapons and luxurious windows lined with crimson curtains. Golden pillars with diamonds inlaid stood proudly by the large gilded walls. Gold and crimson seemed to be the theme. A great mural was painted on the ceiling which housed a golden elaborate design I could never even imagine. Varieties of demons with horns or tails dressed in all different kinds of attire rushed this way or that. What looked like guards holding spears or axes lined the walls. The sound of different voices and chatting soon turn to murmurs which filled the air as soon as they took notice of our presence. At the sight of Ghirahim they bowed and greeted him with a 'my liege.' My jaw dropped at the scenery, but quickly clamped shut of the sound of the demon lord's voice.

"Come along now. I'll show you to the guest room," he smiled. He then took off and made sure I was close behind.

I nodded and followed. Demons who we passed by greeted Ghirahim but looked at me wide eyed. I ignored them and took the time being led through confusing hallways to think. I have to admit that this was a bit reassuring. Not really knowing what 'this', myself. I kinda expected Ghirahim to be some other crazy demon who wanted to chop me up and sell my parts. I don't really know why I trusted him when I did. I guess because he seemed kinder than anyone else. At least he didn't try to kill me. He spoke in a sophisticated way; I thought he was trying to lure me with that. I didn't have much of a choice though. I knew no one down here. Everyone I had seen just seemed dangerous and not to be trusted. Except Ghirahim.

He was kind towards me and he was easy on the eyes as well. I suppose that's why I trusted him. Now that I think about him he was quite attractive. His appearance and was exotic with his pale complexion and purple shadows under his eyes. His clothing was a bit outlandish, even compared to the other demons. But I guess it's normal to anybody else here. He spoke kindly and gracefully towards me. I wondered why. He seemed hostile toward everyone else. He even bashed someone with the hilt of his sword when he poked me with his weapon! He treated the other like he was nothing. Then again he was a demon lord so everyone else was his underlings… but still… He was still much nicer towards me. Did he care about me? Why would he do that? I then remembered when he kissed my hand. Twice even! I blushed slightly and moved a bit more quickly through the hallways, but then slowed down as I got closer to Ghirahim.

I have no clue why Ghirahim did that. And I let him too! Well it wasn't like I could swat him away. Did he like me? More than a guest I mean? It would explain his hospitality.

"Here it is! I picked out one of the best rooms just for you," He said suddenly, breaking my thoughts, as he opened a large dark wooden door.

A marble fireplace rested at the left side with large painting of a forest above it. A bed with crimson covers and yellow pillows was at the end with two large windows on either side. Red drapes with golden patterns lined the windows. A writing desk made of the same wood of the door, possibly mahogany, was accompanied with a leather easy chair and a bookcase at the opposite end of the fireplace. Was every room this fancy?

"T-thank you for your kindness," I stuttered. I don't know why I was so intimidated. Maybe it was because he was a rather hostile demon lord?

"Oh, it's no trouble at all. I must be a fine host of course," Ghirahim politely replied.

"Um… if it's fine with you, I would like a moment to settle in. It has been a busy day…" I mumbled, anxious to hear the response I feared.

"I understand. Dinner will be ready in an hour; it will be served in room two corridors to the left." He gestured to a large frameless clock on the wall. "I'm sure it has been a tiring day for you but I would like it if you would tell me a bit more of yourself later. As you may have already realized your kind, human that is, is scarce here. An explanation would be in order, correct?"

"Yes, that would be fine."

"Alright then. I look forward to it." And with that he snapped his fingers and vanished.

I walked lazily to the bed, my legs aching as I do so along with my head. I slumped right on the sheets, which were softer than any cloud looked like.

I start to think about what just happened, how I got here.

"Link, you… you'll come back, right? We'll see each other again?" Zelda asked her voice turning a bit hoarse with sadness.

"Of course, Zelda. This is my home. I will always return," I say, my lip beginning to tremble. I pull her into a hug. After a moment I pull away and turn towards the deck.

"Stay safe. For me, Link."

I nod, then dash towards the sky, spreading my arms as my feet lose the ground underneath me.

I whistled for my loftwing, which caught me quickly. I then headed towards the green pillar of light. Clutching the harp I brought as a keepsake, I let the emotions I was feeling run through me. Fear, anxiety, determination, and strangely, excitement. Excitement to see what lies beneath the clouds that have hidden a legend for so long. Who would have thought the legends were true… there really was a land beneath the clouds. It also spoke of monsters living in the rich land. All I can do now is pray to the goddess that the legends weren't true and face the new land.

Once my loftwing reached the green source of light I gave his feathers a reassuring stroke. I grabbed my supplies and clutched the harp even tighter. Exhaling shakily, I slowly made my way off my loftwing, and jumped.