I really couldn't tell you how long I had stayed after the night we finally held our first conversation with one another. I spent a long time after that night trying to find any solution to everything to make both the Skyloftians and demons happy and able to live with each other on the surface, but with the revival of someone as evil and heartless as Demise it was simply impossible. I don't know why Ghirahim was so bent on bringing him back anyway; he even seemed flabbergasted when Demise cast him aside like a piece of trash that fateful day. There was no way to remedy any of it really and guilt still floods my heart this very moment just contemplating how everything came to an abrupt end for us, and him. Let me start from the beginning though, I digress.
The night we were able to talk about the situation as it stood in honesty with each other I told Ghirahim that I needed release to fulfill my destiny as the Goddess's chosen hero. He didn't disagree with me for a moment, and I really believe that my friend I'd grown so fond of had a streak of good within him deep down beneath his desires for his master. If he hadn't let me go then the world would have fallen to peril, and he knew that. I knew that. I had already failed as the world's hero by being captured and not being strong enough to resist him. I can't tell you, even now why he allowed me my freedom. After our talk I still spent about a week in his care, being fed and loved graciously until the day he returned me to my home. One evening he told me that I would never fathom the depths of his love for me as he embraced me warmly. Somehow I think I know how he felt, but Ghirahim was an intelligent man and might be right, I never will know.
There was one night that I could sense something different about him. He just wasn't his self, he seemed almost like a diluted color in comparison to the usual flamboyant and excited being he was. That night we made love and he held me for what seemed like forever and he gave me something. Ghirahim had never given me a gift before. It was a necklace of gleaming silver with a small crystal diamond-shaped pendant. It seemed very valuable and I don't know where someone would find such a treasure but he fastened it around my neck and told me to keep it close and think of him. I never took it off throughout my adventures. I traversed every inch of the luscious Faron woods, heated Eldin Volcano, and the barren Lanayru Desert searching for sacred flames to increase my power. I even took much time to grow spiritually with my sword and honed my skills. Ghirahim was always nearby though. Every time I conquered something that seemed bigger than I could possibly undertake he would be there at the end to congratulate me and tell me he'd see me again. There were even times that I would sit and talk with him, after fighting for my very life, for hours on into the morning. Normally I'd fall asleep and he'd always disappear before I woke. This is one of my greater flaws I suppose, sleeping so heavily and for so long.
Even in the peril I experienced I still loved my time with him, a few times he sparred with me to help me further my journey by increasing my skill with swordplay. It was all very helpful. This is why I just can't deny that he had to have been a good person even if he was called in destiny to do a very evil deed. The dawn of a day when I'd see my best friend again finally did come after what was surely all the work in the world. When we met she was in a magical barrier in a different time period than myself. It was a nice revival until she was kidnapped. I knew Ghirahim had always been jealous of her so I tried to be sympathetic about his rash actions, then I found that he would eventually have to kill her. Then ensued an arduous battle. I fought him like I'd never fought before! Meeting at the end of one another's blades wasn't ideal though, and I could see his feelings for me getting in the way of his task. I defeated him with my own hand and I killed Demise as well. After the defeat I searched frantically for Ghirahim hoping by the power of the Goddess that he would still be alive.
What I found wasn't exactly what I needed to see; it was hard to see him like that. He had reverted back to the form I had met him as with pristine white hair and a beautiful face though it was splattered with blood. His breathing was ragged and weighted as if his time were short. When I arrived I scooped him up into my arms and held him close, as he had me so many times before. It took him several seconds to even realize he had moved from the disgusted patch of earth that he lay in, but when he did he smiled up at me with that brilliant smile I'd grown so accustomed to seeing on his face. His entire form really was perfect to me. I didn't notice until I saw them hitting his face but I had to be crying because it wasn't raining and unrelenting drops of water just dripped down onto his face. He chuckled, which took a lot of effort, and coughed hard right after that. I remember it so clearly though it has been some time since then
I coughed and looked up into the sky child's face. I had never seen him so panic stricken and crying so hard. I knew this would be our fate. I had told him once before that we were bound by a thread of fate I believe. Even seeing clearly is a difficulty right now, as is breathing, existing, and holding on to anything. This is my hour of desperation if I ever had one; however I feel at peace somehow. Staring with a small bit of blood blurring my vision I see those blue eyes continue to pool with water that's cascading into my own face. I hate that he's upset but the warm water feels nice on my body that's growing colder by the minute. I don't think I've ever looked so pitiful lying here covered in filth, this is surely not the image of a demon lord. I laughed a bit then coughed up something nasty to the taste. Maybe it's better if I just keep trying to breathe. No, I have to tell him something.
"Link, listen," I wretched and he jolted a little, so worried about me, "I am dying." He cradled me a little more tightly but still tried not to crush me and began to sob harder. Moments later he looks back into my dark eyes and I attempt to continue, but speaking is such a trying task in my final hour, "I want nothing more than for you to know that I love you, very much. Thank you for saving everyone as well, you made an amazing hero. Don't mourn for me, somehow I feel like we shall meet again in another life." This is when I began to let my sadness leak out of my eyes as well, but I couldn't hold back my pure emotions right now and I whisper because that's all I can get out, "Please
remember me always." Then I could no longer hold my head up. My hair is falling into my face now without my consent. I hate how this happened, but I knew it was best. This is destiny! Damn this whole fate! Jarred from my thoughts I feel my head being lifted. Opening my eyes is hard but I manage and gaze one last time into the eyes I fell in love with and even catch a glimpse of the gift I had sent him away with. Bittersweet sadness fills me as I feel those soft loving lips caress mine once more. He never moved from there. I guess you could call this a kiss of death as I can feel my heart slowing down. I think I'm bleeding out because everything is going black.
I kissed him literally until he died in my arms. It was very traumatic for a long time after his death, which was quite graceful. I have never seen someone with no life left in them maintain such beauty. Ghirahim was always rather vain though. As soon as his heart stopped beating the sky turned a shade of gray and it started to rain very lightly. I felt like the world was grieving his passing with me. I took lots of time to clean him properly before giving him a nice burial, and I knew that's what he would want. 'No demon lord should go to the grave looking so miserable' is probably what he would say. So I did as I thought best. Laying him down I kissed his supple cheek one more time before saying goodbye. Burying him I packed the last of the dirt tightly and sought out a proper gravestone, which I found and engraved his name in with the Goddess's blade. When all was said and done I pulled out the harp I'd collected from my journey, and began to play the Ballad of the Goddess and sing to him before leaving him to rest. The song resounded in the woods and when I finished the sun peaked out and the rain subsided. Looking into the distance I felt like he was right, surely we would meet again somehow. Atop the gravestone I laid the necklace he had given to me down to rest with him, and took my leave.
I had forgotten all about my friends and returned to the sealed grounds to discuss with them what would happen now, but I never opened my mouth. Not even once did I speak to them or anyone else again. It's been almost a year since my beloved friend's death now. I have yet to talk to anyone at all since I last spoke to him, except myself. Occasionally I visit his grave and converse with him in my own ways, and sometimes sing to him or bring flowers. The sun shines perfectly onto his gravestone and it's surrounded by healthy trees; it is really a stunning sight just as he was. The one request he had was to never be forgotten, and believe me he never will. I've never met anyone like him to this day and don't' expect it honestly. He was a one of a kind. If I ever did speak to my friends I would try to explain what an amazing person he was, but I don't think they'd ever really understand things. So, as it stands it's still best to keep quiet and continue on through knight school. The imprint Ghirahim left on my life will forever remain in my heart.
I guess you could say I love him.