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"Sky child…" He didn't want to listen - he just wanted to get away, escape the darkness. "Sky child..." He pushed himself back into the ice cold wall, willing himself to become a part of the crumbling stone. "Sky child..." He clamped his hands over his ears. "Sky child..." He could still hear it, that calm, yet deadly whisper. "Sky child... You can't hide from us... We will find you." "Shut up!" he shouted, his voice still barely more audible than a whisper. "Sky child…" ... "We can't move yet. Link needs to recover. He looks like he's been to Hell and back, for goddess sake!" Pipit stomped his foot while crossing his

The small, windowless chamber that had once served as a bedroom was in ruins. Dust, stirred up from the sudden movement of the room's contents, still sat in the air, making it stuffy. Nose twitching up in irritation, the demon dug his razor sharp fingernails into what used to be a rosewood dresser. A forgotten, still lit candle, sat on the broken pieces of furniture, giving off a dim orange glow. The yellow flame flickered every few seconds and grew, the Demon Lord's fury a better fuel source than the wick sticking out of the white stick of scentless wax. Snarling, Ghirahim carelessly threw the mass of splintered wood across the room as if i

His feet pounded the dry earth and left puffs of hazy dust behind. The little protection his feet had against the parched ground, bereft of life, had been rendered useless hours ago. The black fabric had torn and now it dangled raggedly from the blonde's ankle. Legs sore and cramping, the escapee forced himself to keep moving forward, out of the barren clearing and into the forest. If he could make it to the trees, he could hide, he could rest, he would be free. Freedom... Something Link had so easily taken for granted when he was younger; something he now desperately sought. "Come back to us, sky child," a voice whispered hauntingly in his

My small footprints transform into deep thin ruts while I trudge through the soft blanket of snow. The blood pumping through my veins is no longer warm, but cold as the shavings of ice blowing in the wind. Teeth chattering I wade through the pure white snow, seeking shelter and warmth from this howling blizzard. I whimper as my frozen hair smacks my face while I walk. It resembles the snow in all ways now; I assume my lips do as well. Legs numb and wobbly I suddenly flop over, my side cuts through a mound of the frozen water. I can't get up... my mind is sluggish and my limbs are paralyzed, the cold seeping through my skin and into my bones.

Still half asleep Demise stumbled into the kitchen for a late night snack. Ghirahim's obnoxious snoring had roused him from his slumber along with his growling stomach. Groaning, the large scaly demon shuffled over towards the refrigerator. He opened the tall white door and squinted when light suddenly illuminated from the fridge. The Demon King yawned, nothing looked rather appetizing. He wasn't in the mood for dairy, or meat. . He reached his hand out for a scrumptious block of marble fudge before sighing, resisting the growing temptation for chocolate. Anything sugary was out of the question, it would keep him up till dawn and Demise worr

The boy without a fairy had always been teased by his counterparts. He was different from all the Kokiri; it was as if he wasn't even was one of them. His hair was a dirty blond and lacked a greenish hue. He also grew – unlike Kokiri – and was a head taller than all of them. Each and every day of Link's ten years life was full of nothing but hurtful slander. All the others found something to ridicule him for, be it his height, his hair, or the lack of a sparkly companion. "What a loser! The Great Deku Tree doesn't even deem you worth of a fairy! He must think you're some sort of freak!" "Look at his hair! It's yellow! Did someone

I am nothing... I failed, I let everyone down. All my friends are dead because of me; Including my sweet Zelda with hair so long and nearly gold. Her eyes matched the color of they sky before dark clouds hid the beaming sun. She meant everything to me, and now... now she's dead. I couldn't save her, I couldn't win the battle against the Demon King. I was weak, I am weak. No matter how many times I expertly slashed my blade at the king's scaly skin I could never land a blow. He would always knock me back and watch me fall in the clear water with a splash, or he would block my attacks with his sword before yanking on my arm and brutally tossin