GhirahimxLink: Be My Escape --Chapter 15-- by skychild15, literature
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GhirahimxLink: Be My Escape --Chapter 15--
GhirahimxLink: Be My Escape
Chapter Fifteen: The Promise
Link let out a low breath, watching as it formed a little cloud before drifting off in the night sky. He couldn’t sleep, Again. His nightmares had gotten the better of him. They were more frequent now, more vivid. Some of them were about Demise hunting him in the dark fortress, sometimes they were revisits to his most brutal torture sessions. Sometimes he dreamt that Demise had somehow made it onto Skyloft, a bloody smile on his lips as he dragged the demon lord’s lifeless body behind him. Sometimes they were nice; Ghirahim came back for him, just like he said he would. Bu
GhirahimxLink: Be My Escape --Chapter 13-- by skychild15, literature
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GhirahimxLink: Be My Escape --Chapter 13--
GhirahimxLink: Be My Escape
Chapter Thirteen: Out of the Frying Pan
The stranger, cloaked in the artificial darkness, clutched Link's shoulders so tightly the boy was worried his bones would shatter. The hands felt bodiless, like they belonged to the no one. To black magic. To evil. They gave him a little shake, snapping him back to life.
No.
This was all wrong.
Ghirahim would want him to fight.
The boy fought for over two weeks to stay alive, what was a couple more minutes? Link's eyes shot open. He searched for traces of his assailant through the blackness, but was met with nothing. Demise must have smothered his hair so that the flam
GhirahimxLink: Be My Escape --Chapter 9-- by skychild15, literature
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GhirahimxLink: Be My Escape --Chapter 9--
GhirahimxLink: Be My Escape
Chapter Nine: Bewitched
Link didn't believe him. Not for a second. Time and time again the demon lord had proven that he could not be trusted. So when a Bokoblin trudged to the cell later that morning carrying a meal that looked abnormally fresh and actually nutritious, the boy wasn't swayed; he left the breakfast untouched, and ignored the wide open door that the demon pig had conveniently forgot to close. When temptation to explore began to grow like a fungating tumor, the sky child stalked to the door and slammed it shut, the clash of metal ringing in his ears.
When the next guard came by with lunch, he eyed