"Lord Ghirahim, sir! News from the patrol that you sent to the Faron Woods!", the bokoblin announced, bowing before my throne. Two more then arrived, half carrying, half dragging something behind them.

    "Yes? Get on with it!", I snapped. Usually the reports I received daily were nonsense, like how the weather in a certain area was perfect and how the next area was terrible. The thing that they dragged in with them stirred and let out a soft whine of pain.

       "A patrol found this boy in a tree, injured and unconscious, hanging by the bottom of his shirt. He look likes the one you so often talked about.", the monster reported out. I immediately gained interest when he mentioned the boy. I widened my eyes, but only one was visible due to the fact that I cover the left side with my white, chin length hair. I quickly hid my surprise and daintily walked over to the boy. Sure enough, it was that irksome Sky Child. He was badly injured, with a large gash on his head from where he must have hit it on something, which would have explained why he was unconscious. I smiled delightedly, an idea unfolding in my mind. I would wait until the boy was well enough, then I would force him to serve under me. I smirked at the thought.

     "Take him to one of the empty bedrooms, I'll deal with him.", I commanded. Then I headed to the infirmary to gather the materials to patch up the boy. I was only be nice to earn his respect, then he would become my slave. Yes, it did indeed sound like the perfect plan.