Mystic in the Air - Ghirahim x female reader

Chapter One: Sleepless Nights

Running. You're running from a group of... something. As your feet quickly connect with the ground, you turn around to look at who is chasing you. They're all knights in your classic training chainmail. The crest of Skyloft glows on their chests. Some of these faces look faintly familiar. You turn back around and start driving yourself to run faster. 

"As the future knights of Skyloft, we are placing you under arrest," one of them yells out.

They've found you. You grab a tree branch and swing up, landing on top of it. They all halt and look up at you. You smirk.

"That's only if you graduate, idiots," you tease.

One of them take out a bow and knock an arrow. You gasp before turning around, leaping through the greenery with a magical ease. Below, they still pursuit.

"Why won't you give up?" you yell down.

"Why don't you, witch?" a knight in training yells back.

Your eyes roll. Of all the insults they could have yelled at you, this is the least insulting, which almost makes it more insulting.

"Actually, I prefer sorcerous!" you exclaim, quickly jumping down from the trees and landing in front of them.

They all stop chasing you, staring daggers into your soul. You return the gesture. The one at the head, who you can only assume is the leader of this taskforce, tightens his grip on his sword. He takes a step forward.

"Ah ah ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you," you smirk.

Just to defy you, he takes another step forward. You raise your arms, palms extended. 

"No, seriously. Stay back," you hiss.

"Not gonna happen," he replies, taking yet another step forward.

"Your wish," you shrug menacingly. 

You take a deep breath and push all of your energy into your palms. Nothing happens. You look down at your hands before panic starts to over-ride your senses. 

"Not so powerful now, huh?" the leader smirks.

"B-but how?" you mumble.

After pondering for a second, you look up to the knights. The tone of the leader softens. His face is currently hidden from view.

"(Y/n), just come with us peacefully," he says.

Instead of responding, you reach behind yourself and grab for your sheath, only to find it empty.

"Looking for this?" the leader teases, pulling your white rapier from his belt.

"Give it back," you growl.

He puts it back in his belt and turns back to you. Your anger is unmatched.

"I guess you're not coming nicely. Very well," he sighs, redrawing his own sword.

You turn around to flee, only for your arms to immediately get grabbed by two guards. They force you to spin around before shoving you on your knees. The leader steps out from beneath the trees and into the light of the moon. You gasp. 

"This will have to do," Link smirks.

He traces the edge of his blade, something you've overheard him refer to as the Master Sword in the bazar, with his fingernail, snickering down at you. Desperately, you start to squirm, only for the grip from the other two guards to tighten. You look down in defeat. How did you become so careless for these dummies to figure out your secret? Unless he told them... but he'd never do that, would he? Isn't family supposed to be there for each other?