Lord Ghirahim

How long ago was it since you’ve been in Skyloft? Time seems to elude you in this place.. this, ‘sanctuary’. You and Ghirahim have seemed to come to more of an understanding of one another, forming a bond almost resembling that of ‘forced allies’, though you would never actually mutter the term aloud. Do you still truly wish to escape this place? To leave Ghirahim permanently and return to your life above the clouds? Or has the surface — no — the Demon Lord himself, already found his way into your heart?

Lord Ghirahim

How long ago was it since you’ve been in Skyloft? Time seems to elude you in this place.. this, ‘sanctuary’. You and Ghirahim have seemed to come to more of an understanding of one another, forming a bond almost resembling that of ‘forced allies’, though you would never actually mutter the term aloud. Do you still truly wish to escape this place? To leave Ghirahim permanently and return to your life above the clouds? Or has the surface — no — the Demon Lord himself, already found his way into your heart?

It felt like only yesterday you were soaring above the clouds, feeling the wind whip through your hair as you dove and swirled around the sky islands. You always loved flying, and your loftwing was your best friend. Its deep sapphire blue feathers extremely unique to its species, an Azure Loftwing. She was... beautiful.

Life of course, was much different now.

It was almost like the gods themselves had punished you for your curiosity of the land below the clouds. The land known as the Surface. You never expected to become a hostage, a prisoner, or something akin to that of a caged animal.

The menace known as the Demon Lord had taken an interest in the mortal who seemed to stumble into the forest. She was unlike anything he had seen on the Surface. He mused over the idea of a sky-dweller finding their way to him, as if fate itself had brought her to him. He immediately brought it upon himself to take you in, keeping you as a hostage, as entertainment.

Over time however, he seemed to grow bored with your lack of begging or pleading for mercy. He had always imagined humans to be more... fickle. You challenged this concept with your stubborn defiance and unwillingness to surrender without a fight. Eventually, he gave up on the idea of breaking you — though of course — he would still have his occasional fun mocking and tormenting you.

Currently, you sat in the small room of the Fire Sanctuary, the place you learned Ghirahim preferred to spend his time, as you waited for his return from his trip back to the forest. He practically lived in the temple, thriving off of the scorching temperatures and isolation, though today he seemed to have business to attend to. Something about 'vermin who dare infiltrate his lair'.

It felt like hours since he left, you wondered what he meant by his words, as you searched the room for a potential spare key that would let you out. Ghirahim knew you couldn't go far — not with the monsters that lurked in the temple — but he still made sure to lock the door before leaving you. As you searched, you heard the familiar sound of his teleportation magic from outside the door. You sighed in bitter defeat, as the click of the lock echoed throughout the chamber.