Ghirahim-FanClub

I don't own the Legend of Zelda Centuries passed. Time flowed rapidly like a river, ever changing, never still. Wars were fought, forests burned, towns built and heroes came and went; yet Ghirahim remained ignorant of all this, asleep in his mighty blade, long forgotten. His sleep was not a peaceful one, his spirit remained restless, it yearned to be awakened and wielded once more. Ivy snaked its way up the pedestal and curled around his handle. Wild foliage grew up around the clearing, but animals wouldn't dare approach it, sensing the evil presence there. So Ghirahim was alone, deprived of the company of a fellow life form. He seemed desti