Chapter one: the Beginning

3,000 years ago…

The war between the Goddess Helia and the Demon King Demise had raged on for years, thousands of demons and helians had already fallen in battle. Till at long last Helia's chosen hero finally managed to seal away Demise. However, his sword, Ghirahim, had managed to escape and challenged the hero to one last battle. The hero knew the chances of him winning this battle were low after the wounds he had received from the Demon King. So, he turned to Helia and begged her to send her people to safety while he distracted Ghirahim. At first Helia refused but she eventually agreed, promising him that his family would be protected and that there would be another hero in the future to finish what he started. She bid him farewell and using her powers she gathered her people together and raised large portions of earth into the sky.

While the hero engaged the demon Ghirahim in battle, he looked up in time to see the island being raised into the sky. Tears filled his eyes; he knew that his unborn son would grow up without a father and that his line would eventually spawn the next chosen hero. As he was lost in his thoughts Ghirahim struck him from behind, knocking him unconscious. Ghirahim laughed in victory as he captured the Goddess' Chosen Hero. With a snap of his fingers they vanished.

Three months later…

Ghirahim strode through the halls of his castle down to the dungeons, as he entered he found the beaten and bloodied body of the hero. Summoning his black sword he approached the hero. "I have enjoyed beating you very much; however, I fear that I have grown tired of doing so. It's always the same. Sigh… so I've decided to kill you. Good bye, Hero." Raising his blade in the air about to finish him off but stopped when he saw the hero raise his head to look him in the eyes. His sky blue eyes shining brightly in the dim lighting. "Know this demon, the Goddess has vowed that another hero will rise up and finish what I have started. I have no regrets." With that said the hero braced himself for the oncoming blade. Searing pain filled his mind as the demon ran his blade straight through his heart before everything went dark and he breathed his last breath. Ghirahim smiled, he had done it, the hero was dead, all he had to do now was wait for his Master to be strong enough to revive him.

The Goddess Helia could sense the death of her hero and wept for him. In the time that had passed since his capture and the creation of Skyloft, his son had been born and was named after the hero, in his honor. Helia informed the people of Skyloft of his passing and her plans to return to the surface to collect his body.

Helia teleported herself directly into the demon's dungeon appearing behind him as he towered over the broken body of the hero, looking very pleased with himself. "Demon Lord Ghirahim, I see that you have killed my hero." She spoke softly causing Ghirahim to jump slightly before turning around to face her giving her an evil grin.

"Yes, yes I have."

Sighing she turned her attention to her fallen hero. "As punishment for killing him in such a vile manner I will ensure that my next Chosen Hero will have the ability to end you once and for all. Though not in the way that you are thinking."

Ghirahim's eyebrow arched slightly both in interest and confusion. "Oh? And how exactly do you plan on ending me, if I may ask? Hmm?" His voice was smug as he laughed at the thought of a weak helian 'ending' him.

She smiled. "Easy, the next hero will not end you with a sword or any other type of bladed weapon, no, the next hero will have your heart in their hands."

"What!? How! Why?" He sputtered angrily, eyes wide as her smile broadened.

"Simple, the next hero, who will be named after my last hero, will be your Soul mate. You will fall in love with my hero and you will be powerless to prevent it." She finished, collected the body of her hero before leaving a very stunned Ghirahim to his thoughts.

'The hero, my soul mate? Ugh, why would I fall in love with him? Disgusting! How can the Goddess be so sick and twisted?' Ghirahim flew into a rage, 'I must find his line first and end it before that can happen!' He pounded his fist into his open hand while he paced the floor. 'Yes, the Goddess said he would be named after the hero which was…' He stopped in mid step slapping his hand to his forehead. 'Crap. I never asked him his name. Shit.'