Swords and Masters

Faron Woods was a terrible place to be left alone. Not only was it unusually bright for a woodland, not only was it filled with obscenely bright colors, but it was also filled with vile little creatures, which, in turn, were filled with fluff and cuteness and joy. All in all, it was rather disgusting.

Not that Ghirahim had any say in the matter, oh no. He had woken up here, after Goddess knows how long, in the plush green grass, the ceaseless chirps of happy birds flittering all around, high above him in the branches of the many trees. The demon lord himself had not the slightest idea of how or why he would ever end up in Faron, when, last he remembered, he was in a watery plane of existence that his Master had created specially to kill that Skybrat…

Though, the demon could not exactly recall what happened afterward, and he did, indeed, wonder where his Master had gone, and why he had left his sword in the forest.

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    Link spluttered as Ghirahim troweled his hair dryer than it had been. “Okay, then!” He laughed. He took Ghirahim’s hand...