Chap 16: Even Demons can Hurt
I wondered how long I had been here, in my world. Had it been only maybe three, two days? "I think I should be going home." I pulled the covers away from me, moving my legs over the side of the bed. I hissed and groaned in pain at the motion. My arms ached, my stomach ached, and I felt nauseous at the movement.
"Oh no you don't." Ghirahim was suddenly in front of me, his hands placed on top of my own. He leaned in closer to me, intimidating me.
"What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Thank you for giving me the antidote, but I should get out of your hair now. And I don't know how long I've been here. I need to get back home."
"You're not going anywhere yet. You're lucky to be alive right now, since last night you were minutes away from death." He warned. "You're going to rest in this bed all day." Then he smirked. "Even if I have to strap you to it." He was being serious, but smirking at the same time. What kind of joke is this?
"That seems a little harsh, don't you think?" I asked, getting my legs back under the covers. I leaned back on the head board. Ghirahim only gave me a sly smile.
"No," He answered. "If in another situation where you'd be strapped to the bed, you'd be enjoying it."
My face turned a bright shade of pink as I processed what he just said.
Did he actually just say that!?
Oh my God, Ghirahim just cracked a dirty joke at me! What is going on here? What?!
"Alright," A new voice entered the conversation. "Enough flirting, you two. I'd rather not see that." Both Ghirahim and I looked over to the doorway. There stood Daniel, smirking at us. He adorned his purple robe, along with his blue pants.
"Daniel?" I asked. "What are you...?" I trailed off, wondering how he got here. Or when he got here.
Ghirahim suddenly stood up, getting defensive. "Who are you?!" He yelled, looking just about ready to kill him.
"Oh?" Daniel smiled. "You don't remember me? That's a shame. Although, it has been a long time. I half expected you not to." Daniel waved his hand in the air, as though he were brushing the situation off. Ghirahim grit his teeth in annoyance.
"I remember you as the man with Gina a few weeks ago." Ghirahim's fists clenched. I could practically hear his gloves rubbing together under pressure.
"Oh, so that was you up in that tree? I thought I was just imagining things."
"What?" I interrupted them. "You were spying on me and Daniel in a tree?" This was getting so confusing. I turned to Ghirahim. "Is that how you saw me and Daniel? You were up in a tree?"
"That's beside the point." Ghirahim growled, snapping his fingers. His sword appeared in his hand with a flurry of diamonds. "I suggest you get out of my castle and never show your face here again." He warned, his voice sounding dark and full of hatred.
"Ghirahim!" I called, surprised. Why was he so pissed off?
"Oh, put your weapon down, Ghirahim. You can't kill me." Daniel took something off of his back. It looked familiar. "I'm just here to give Gina her stuff. I heard she's stuck in your bed for the rest of the day." He tossed my back pack, the one that I left back in the real world, onto the bed.
"Thanks...?" I took it, keeping it close. How the hell did Daniel know I left my backpack in the forest?
"Gina, you look really beat up and sore. What did Ghirahim do to you last night?" Daniel smirked, teasing me. My face turned bright pink once more. Oh great, now even the angel is cracking dirty jokes.
"What are you talking about?!" I shouted. "Nothing happened between Ghirahim and me. Especially last night!" I explained, my voice high. And then I remembered what had happened the last time I talked with Daniel. "And I do NOT have a Ghirahim problem, just so you know."
Daniel rolled his eyes, sighing. "You just can't take a joke, can you?"
"With you, I can't. You never explain anything to me!" I crossed my arms, even though they ached. "By the way, can you tell me why the hell everyone keeps going on about how the fate of this world rests on Link's shoulders?" I yelled again, angry. Daniel raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, so you met Impa's younger form?"
My brow furrowed and my face scrunched up in confusion. "'Younger form'? What are you talking about?" I asked.
"You know that old—WHOA!" Daniel ducked to the floor, a black saber going right over his head. It slicked into the brick wall behind him, where it got stuck. I turned to Ghirahim, my eyes wide and full of surprise.
"Ghirahim!" I called, ready to jump out of the bed. "What do you think you're doing?"
"This spiteful man is making me livid!" He huffed with anger, gloved hands clenching.
"Calm down! He's a friend of mine. Don't worry about anything." I explained, using my hands to make calming motions. Ghirahim still looked angry, ready to pounce and kill.
Daniel popped his head over the bed, looking at Ghirahim. "Come on Ghirahim, I know last time I talked to you, I left you pretty pissed, but that was ages ago! Can't you forgive little old Danny?" He asked, smiling.
Ghirahim stopped; completely froze, actually. His eyes turned wide as he realized something. "What did you say?" He asked, standing straight as a stick now. His shoulders were tense and I could have sworn I saw a vein popping from his head.
Daniel smirked. "You remember my nickname, don't you?" Then he sighed, looking to the ground. "Too bad you don't remember anything else. You were a funny and creative kid back then."
Ghirahim still stood there, shocked. I can honestly say that I've never seen Ghirahim so shocked before. I've seen angry, happy, I've even seen him blush. I've seen him embarrassed. But I've never seen him so shocked.
Daniel chuckled, shaking his head. "I suppose I'll go now. You can thank me later for bringing you something do, Gina. Right now, just get better, ok?" Daniel smiled at me. I only nodded, confused as to what Daniel and Ghirahim had to do with each other. Had they been long lost friends?
Daniel was going to turn and walk away, but he stopped short. "Gina?" He asked.
"Just be careful. I can feel something evil awakening in this world." He warned, as he looked around the room. As though he were searching for something. And he seemed tense, uneasy.
"Daniel, I've learned from the first visit I had here that there is a crap load of evil in this world." I assured him. And honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he was just sensing Ghirahim. Ghirahim was right next to him, still frozen with shock, and he was full of evil. Well...kind of.
"No, Gina, I'm talking about a different kind of evil. A kind of evil that's not supposed to be in this world. An evil that not even God approves of."
My hot blood searing through my veins seemed to turn an icy cold. What he said made me shiver in fear. First off; I didn't know God approved of evil before. And if it's an evil that he doesn't approve of...it must be pretty evil.
"Take care of her, Ghirahim." Daniel broke his trance. "Give her some of that healing potion. She's in a lot of pain." Then he disappeared once more. Ghirahim finally broke from his shock, shaking his head as if to clear his mind.
I was hesitant to ask, but I couldn't keep it inside. "What was that all about?"
Ghirahim stared at me for a long time, before shaking his head once more. "What was what?" Ghirahim walked to the wall, pulling his saber from it.
"You and Daniel." I stated. "And what does 'Danny' mean to you?"
I turned my head to the window when I heard the weird pelting sound. I saw that it was raining. I turned back to Ghirahim when he started whipping his sword through the air in an angry manner. "I suppose I could tell you..." He trailed off, before snapping his fingers. The sword disappeared into black diamonds, floating away.
"Tell me what?" I watched as he walked to his dresser, pulling open the top drawer and digging around for something. He closed the drawer and walked to me when he found it. A vial of some red substance.
"First, take this. It should help heal your wounds faster." I took the vial from him, watching as he sat on the other side of the bed. He stared at the wall ahead of him.
"Well?" I pushed. "Tell me what's on your mind." I pulled the cork from the vial, and downed the shot of red. It tasted bitter, almost sour. I made a face, trying to lick the taste away by rubbing my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
"I can't remember how I got here." Ghirahim stated.
At the same time, lightning struck and thunder echoed throughout the land. I tensed, confused as to what he meant "What do you mean?" I asked, incredulous. I had to do a double take there.
Ghirahim sighed, his shoulders and head slumped down. And at the moment, my jaw dropped on its own accord. What the hell was going on? I've never seen Ghirahim so...sad. I mean, I saw him cry, one time, but that was when he was being bipolar and pathetically dramatic. This was a serious kind of sad. As though he were really and truly hurt.
"Ghirahim?" I whispered, crawling out from the covers and across the bed. I kneeled next to him.
"I don't remember anything; except that I had a master at one point and that I served him. But it's all very blurry. And it doesn't seem real to me. It's like a story, or a dream." He sighed again, bringing his hands together and resting his hands on them.
"Wait," I tried to wrap my head around this. "You're saying that you don't remember things. Like your childhood? Or your mother or father? You just remember that you had some person who you called 'master'? And it doesn't seem real?" I asked.
Ghirahim nodded, continuing on. "The history of this world, the Surface, I know it very well. I was there when The Goddess sent that island to the sky. I was there when my master was sealed away. And whenever I go to see him, it's just empty. It's like he's not there." He tried to explain, his eyes distant as he remembered his past.
"Hold on." I furrowed my eyebrows. "What do you mean when you say 'when your master was sealed away'?" Ghirahim looked up, still staring at the wall.
"The Goddess sealed him away, in the pedestal at the bottom of that pit." He answered.
I was afraid to ask the next question. "But why did she seal him away?"
Ghirahim sighed. "Do you remember when I told you about the Hero and The Goddess? Thousands of years ago, a great evil tried to take over this land. To defeat that evil, The Goddess denied her holy form and became a human."
"But I thought she defeated him?"
"She only sealed him away."
I gulped, realizing how evil the person sitting before me was. His master was the evil that tried to take over this world. I said nothing more, too shocked and afraid to say anything.
"The things you say and do," Ghirahim continued. "They bring back feelings I haven't had in a long time. They bring back memories that I know are there, but I have not seen. Such as, what a kiss or a hug was. I knew what they were, but at the same time I did not recognize them until they happened." He paused.
"I think you mean to say it's a 'Deja-vu moment'." I inputted. Ghirahim only nodded, before he turned to look at me. But he wasn't seeing me. "The name 'Danny'; I can recall that name. I've heard it somewhere before. When I close my eyes, I see a person before me, but never a face." He huffed and rested his forehead on his hands, closing his eyes.
Despite the slight fear I now had for Ghirahim, I hugged him. One arm slid under his own arm, the other over his shoulder. My chest pressed up against his back as I rested my head on the other side of his neck.
"Hey," I called. "Don't worry about it so much. I'm sure you'll remember everything eventually..." I trailed off, not sure what to say to Ghirahim at a time like this. This kind of situation as never happened to me before. It was new for the both of us. "You've just got to be patient and hope for the best." I finished.
Ghirahim raised his head, leaning back and resting his cheek on mine. "I suppose you're right." He sighed, closing his eyes again. We stayed still like that. And I noticed; Ghirahim smelled really good. It was like he was wearing some sort of cologne. And it had me wanting to bury my head deep into the crook of his neck to get a better—what the hell am I doing?! Why am I thinking about this?
Ghirahim shifted, bringing me back from my thoughts. "I thought I told you that you're to stay in this bed and rest, or I'll strap you down." He stated, eyes still closed and cheek against mine.
"Technically," I started. "I'm still in the bed, since I haven't left it." I smirked, teasing him.
"You should be under the covers, resting." He smirked as well.
"Wasn't it just yesterday that you were complaining about me being in your bed?" I asked, teasing some more.
"You're changing the subject. Get under the covers." He commanded. I groaned, rolling my eyes. Teasing moment was over.
"Fine." I crawled back to my side of the bed, getting under the covers. I reached over, taking my backpack and going through it. While I was resting, I might as well catch up on my story. I looked back over at Ghirahim; he was looking out the window again, at the rain.
I just stared at him for a while, wondering what I had gotten myself into when I saved him that day, in the frozen wasteland.
Strange how it went from him wanting to kill me, to me saving him, to us being friends, then to us hating each other, then to being friends once more. And now this; he's trusting me and sharing his past with me. Something I'm sure he's never done before.
Such a strange person he is. And I had no idea how evil he could be; evil enough to want to kill me and Link and Zelda?
If Ghirahim's plan was to resurrect his master—which I remember him saying it was—then that means he's evil enough to take over the world and torture every living creature in it. Did I really want to be friends with someone like him? Someone who would end up hurting me? Someone who might kill me for their own benefit?
"Gina." Ghirahim called out, bringing be back from my thoughts.
"Yes?" I asked, eyes on him and him alone.
"I've got to go somewhere."
I furrowed my brow. "In this rain?" I asked, confused. "Why?"
He looked a little grumpy now. "Unfortunately, yes. I've got to go check on something."
I opened my mouth to ask what it was.
"Before you say it; no, I'm not telling you what or where it is." He gave a dead glare to me. It scared me just the slightest bit. "And don't you dare leave that bed." He warned. Then he snapped his fingers, and he was gone.
I was a bit hurt how he would leave me like that, without an explanation. I mean, come on! We just had a moment together, a serious one, where he told me a secret. Now he won't even tell me where he's going! It scared me how different and dark he was acting suddenly. Usually he was peppy and evil and strange. I wondered if he had found Link again, and was going to go kill him.
"No." I told myself. "Link must have found Zelda and Impa by now. Zelda and Impa are safe, and Link is protecting them." I sighed, staring down at my journal. "Besides, if Daniel knows Link and Zelda, he must protect them and keep them safe as well. He wouldn't let them die."
Daniel; that reminded me about something. Did Daniel really know Ghirahim? How does Daniel know him? Why does Ghirahim remember Daniel's nickname, but not the person itself?
What else did Daniel say? Something about Impa; her younger form. What the heck did that mean?
"I shouldn't be worrying myself over this." I murmured, face scrunched up in deep thought.
But how did Daniel know I was going to be in bed all day? I mean, he just shows up out of nowhere and brings me something to do because I had nothing better to do in a bed, except sleep.
Then it clicked.
"Damn it, Daniel! You've been listening in on my conversations with Ghirahim!" I yelled to no one, hopping that Daniel would have heard it.
And I swear, I heard a faint laughter at my words.
"Daniel," The old woman at the temple called. "It's so nice to see you." The purple dressed angel smiled at her, sitting down on the first step.
"Nice to see you too, Impa." He stretched his arms above his head. "How's your little Goddess?" He asked, referring to the girl behind the temple doors Impa guarded.
"She's still asleep, but I have feeling that she'll be waking up soon." She answered, coming to sit with him on the step.
Daniel sighed. "The game is finally going to come to an end, huh?" He asked, smiling sadly.
"It seems so. But I don't understand why you started this game in the first place." She frowned at the younger boy, though she knew he was much older than her in reality.
"Impa, I've already told you. I'll only get my wings if I grant people their wishes." He cracked his back. "Besides, this should be the last batch to grant wishes to. After them; I'll gain my wings."
"Yet that is not completely true," She stated. "They need to learn from theirs wishes, correct?"
Daniel sighed. "Yes, though I'm not worried about Link learning from his wish. He has already learned that he'll have to get back up and fight for what's right, rather than give up. No thanks to you." Daniel smirked, referring to the little run in Link had with Impa's younger form.
"And Zelda?" Impa inquired.
"She's learning to take responsibility very quickly. There's no doubt that when she's back in the real world, she'll think about her actions before she preforms them."
"And what about Ghirahim? Is he learning?"
"I don't know," Daniel paused. "Still has impulses of evil. He's trying to kill Link and Zelda. I don't know if he'll learn." Then the angel smiled. "But I know for sure that he's changing, no matter how small or slow it is."
"And that is because of the new child, Gina, correct?" Impa smiled. Daniel joined her action, his mood lightening up.
"You're right. Gina has seemed to change the view of our dear Demon Lord quite a bit. As a matter of fact; those two are making great friends," He sighed in a pleasant way. "They don't know it, but they're already falling for each other." Daniel confirmed.
"Why exactly is Gina here? What has she learned?" Impa spoke up.
"Gina?" Daniel thought about it. "I just happened to be passing her by when she wished for her own world. I thought she'd just be a nice little addition to the game." He smiled.
"Daniel..." Impa warned, but smiled nonetheless. Daniel held his hands up in defeat, nodding.
"Alright, alright. She needs to learn the true meaning of love and friendship." Impa immediately looked up at the angel.
"Does she not know that already?" She asked, confused. Daniel shrugged.
"Well, not exactly. I mean, she has friends," Daniel shifted his position. "She cares for Link and Zelda, and most certainly cares for Ghirahim. However, do you truly know what you've got until it's gone?" Impa nodded, facing forward again.
"That does not seem like a true lesson to learn. There must be some hidden meaning behind it." She concluded.
The angel paused, thinking it over. "Yes, there probably is. It's not my job to learn the lesson though, is it?" He smirked, shaking his head. "However, I must admit that I admire her dreams. They are simply...amazing. They are her goal. They keep her going. And she believes in them so strongly. She believes in her friends so strongly," He sighed. "I'm glad I added her to this game."
Impa smiled again, staying silent. Daniel did the same, taking in the vast temple they sat in, both people lost in their thoughts.
"Impa..." Daniel finally called out.
"I find myself not wanting this game to end. It has me on my toes. It has me captivated in the story these four are creating. When God created this world for them, I never realized how beautiful and wonderful it would be." Daniel sighed, looking distant and sad.
"What shall happen to it once I am gone and these four have learned their lessons?" Impa asked, curious.
"I suppose like all the other worlds; just vanish." Daniel answered in a somber tone.
Impa became lost in thought once more, taking this new information in. Yet she still had a feeling that this world was going to be here a lot longer than anyone thought.
Both the angel and the old woman were startled out of their thoughts when something dark seemed to pass over them. Their hairs stood on end. The whole temple shook. Darkness seemed to seep into the corners and taint everything pure about the temple.
"Daniel?" Impa asked the alerted man, wondering what just happened.
"It seems that the evil I sensed before has grown." He sighed. "An unwelcomed visitor is passing through this world. For now; he's just a spirit. Yet I fear he'll form a being very soon. I need to speak to God about this right away." He stood once more, looking down at the old woman. "I'll see you again soon, Impa. Be careful."
Impa nodded, waving goodbye to the angel as he parted from this world.
"I have a bad feeling that to end this game peacefully, our four warriors will have to go through hell and back." Impa murmured, walking back to her post to protect the goddess.