The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 1The Guardian Ceremony
Link was ten years old.
He was lying in his bed, and he was ten years old.
He laughed a little, feeling blessed butterflies swirl in his stomach. He could tell it was very early in the morning by the weights under his eyes, but he wasn't tired for once. Usually he took every opportunity to sleep, but today . . . today was special.
Today was the day he met his Loftwing for the first time.
He rolled onto his side, cushioning his head with his arm. He couldn't stop thinking about it. All the ten-year-olds on Skyloft would meet in the highest place on the island; there, under the shadow of the great Statue of the Goddess, their Loftwings would come to them. It happened almost every year, for every generation. Sometimes there was only one child, looking up into the sky for a new shape; other times there was a large group, sometimes fifteen in number, whispering amongst themselves about their dream birds.
They always wondered what color their bi
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 2Just A Little Bit Of TrustThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jumping off of Skyloft was not fun.
It never had been. Every time Zelda had dragged Link to the edge and told him to look down, he'd felt nothing but nausea. It was so easy to just tip right off and into open air. What if he fell? Who would catch him? He had no bird then. How did the adults leap off so readily? Weren't they scared?
Now, as a ten-year-old, Link had a Loftwing, and a proud, beautiful bird he most definitely was. Link couldn't imagine a better bird. Aepon was a Crimson Loftwing and majestic and sociable; often walking with Link around town while the other Loftwings took to the skies and creating quite a stir in the marketplace. Even when he was flying he kept close to the ground, keeping Link company with his ever-present shadow. He was always watching. Always waiting.
But the anxiety didn't go away.
Link knew what Aepon wanted. He wanted Link to join him in the sky, for wasn't a joyous thing so much better when one had a partner t
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Over the next few weeks Link took every opportunity to leave the ground.
When he (finally) woke up, he would dress as fast as he could, wolf down a quick breakfast, and dash out the door. From there, he would stop, close his eyes, and tell Aepon he was up. Immediately the Crimson Loftwing would take flight from wherever he had been sleeping and race to Link as fast as he could. Then Link would throw himself off the nearest wooden platform he could find and they would go flying.
Once Link overcame the last lingering dregs of fear, he grew to love flying like nothing else. It was freedom, pure and simple. It was the most fun he'd ever had in his life. It became more natural to him than breathing. He recognized the gusts and gales that blew through the day like old friends and danced with them in the highest reaches of the sky. He perfected rolls, climbs, and even dives through the crags of Skyloft, the close proximity of the land whipping past flattening
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 5Aepon Gets A BathThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was one of those times again.
Everyone knew that Loftwings were all different, all varying. Their likes, dislikes, faults, flaws, peeves, obsessions, and objects of affection changed from bird to bird, as different as feather color. One could love something as much as another loathed it. One could be friendly and another could be antisocial, save for its partner. One could be completely docile and another could be fiery and stubborn. One could be possessive of its partner and another could hardly care less if its partner almost hit the cloud layer.
One could have a taste for pumpkin while another could prefer the rare bit of Octorok meat. Some preferred specific colors to others. One might love to spend time with its partner and another might just want to be alone on certain days. One could dislike contact with its head or neck and another could allow any contact with any part of its body.
Baths were no different. All birds needed them at least once e
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 6Nice Day!The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cloud. Cloud. Get cloud! Cloud important, want to chase!
Getting closer. Cloud can't escape. I'm good at flying. I'm fast. My wings are strong.
Cloud right in front of me. Can't see it. Position all wrong, eyes all right. Come back, cloud. Want to chase. Want to catch.
I was dreaming. Fun dream. Can't remember it now. Doesn't matter. Hungry. Want to eat. Want meat. Want funny soup. Want favorite spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Spicy fruit. Want spicy fruit now. Spicy fruit.
Am missing something.
Forgot to preen. Feathers feel bad. Twisted and matted and not right. Spicy fruit later. Preen now.
Takes a while.
Feathers feel nice again. I look nice. I am very nice looking.
Still missing something.
Feel little bump in head start moving. My ONE is awake! I'm going to see him. I love my ONE. Going to see him. Love my ONE.
Flying now. Really flying, not dreaming. Don't want to chase clouds. Clouds not interesting.
The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 4TeamworkThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Link was fourteen years old.
He was lying in his bed, and he was fourteen years old.
His eyes were puffy and drooping. It was extremely early in the morning, and he hadn't gotten any sleep at all last night. For Link, this was so exceptionally out of character that it worried him even more than he already was.
The truth was, he was scared.
The day after tomorrow was an important day. It was one of the most important days of his entire life. It would affect his entire future. If he failed . . . he would never be able to live with it. He wanted to succeed so badly. . . .
The Skyloft Knights were the older, multicolored group of citizens who took public safety very seriously. They were always patrolling around Skyloft, keeping the peace with their intimidating presence and hounding little kids about being responsible and not being a nuisance. Universal animosity flourished in the minds of all children towards these knights. They were just trying to keep them
Some foreversLink opened his eyes.Some forevers3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The old wooden rafters met his gaze. The fire had died down, leaving only a subtle flicker from the hearth to illuminate the room. There was the high shelf and its bottles of medicines... the little box with the blue ocarina shards... Epona's lucky shoe, rusted with age, hanging from a nail in the wall. There was the wardrobe with the chest hidden inside, concealing its last few pinches of mountain gold dust beneath a Watararan shawl. The old walking stick leaned against it, trailing with leather cords and owls' feathers and wolfos' teeth from Mido.
There was the bureau strewn with maps and quills; there was the bunny hood on its hook by the door.
And there in the air above his face bobbed the glimmering white light of a fairy.
She looked winded. Link could see it in the languid pulse of her wings, and in her foundering to stay aloft, and he knew what she had done.
"Not again, Navi," he whispered. H
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When he first awoke, he was a creature of the sky.
He was proud, regal. He was a beautiful specimen. He was healthy and intelligent and the sun seemed to shine on him only to show off his brilliant plumage. It was red, red like blood. He was unique in this respect. The others of his kind had duller, more commonplace colors. He was special. He was proud.
But he was not complete. He waited, like the rest of his kind, for the day he would meet his ONE. He thirsted for a chance to meet his ONE, to belong to something grand that would be his and his alone just as it was shared by all. He waited for the itch, the call of instinct that would point him in the direction of his ONE. He waited for ten years.
And then he felt it. His ONE. And when he dashed to the MEETING PLACE and saw his ONE walking away, to the others of its kind, he screamed in rage and frustration and demanded his ONE turn around.
It did. And they met.
And he knew then that his ONE was his and his alone, and that
SNOWPEAK--Ch. 12, GlowA Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess fanfictionSNOWPEAK--Ch. 12, Glow3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 12: Glow
The hat lay on the floor where it had fallen. It didn't look any worse for the wearin this light, it even looked newer than it had this morning, despite being in a rumpled little heap.
Link stared at it for a good while. Then he moved a hand in its direction. An insufficient action. He knelt down and picked it up, slowly and carefully, trying not to hurt his back any more than he had to.
There. He had the hat again.
He stood and looked at it in his hand. Looked through it.
It was easy, to hold the hat. It was easy to stand there. His legs would hold him for hours. Even so, his mind screamed out in rebellion at the idea of expending effort to put the hat back on. The prospect of taking just one step from where he stood was dizzying.
It had been a long day, a day
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I groan, lazily lifting up my arm and swatting the space beside my bed, hearing a surprised squeak as my hand connected with something. I let my hand drop limply over the side of the bed, hoping I'd get some peace and quiet, but boy was I wrong. I felt hands wrapping around my wrist; I knew exactly what was coming, and it was starting to get old, fast.
Suddenly, I was yanked right out of bed, pulling the covers and all with me as I was dropped on the floor. I clenched my teeth, suppressing the growl that threatened to escape my lips. I got up onto my hands and knees, twisting my neck slightly in order to see the girl who I called my friend, though I'm not sure why I still consider her that after she does this to me almost every morning.
"Sweet merciful Din, Zelda!" I cried out, pushing myself up to my feet. I swiped my h
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The chorus of the frightened weeps.
While overhead, in bright blue sky,
an imp waits for the world to die.
Gleefully watching clock strike dusk,
He laughs, a soulless grieving husk.
While folk below cry out in fear,
He dances, cackles, gestures, jeers.
Embittered, broken, bent to hate,
We've all met such a horrid fate.
On grinning moon in bright blue sky,
an imp waits for the world to die.
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He looked up and saw Amber standing there, hands clasped behind her back. "How'd it go?" she asked with a small smile.
Jonouchi sighed, fingers sliding through his mass of bright blonde hair. "Could've been better," he muttered. He continued to walk past her; Amber turned, eyes worried, and walked next to him.
"... Would you care to elaborate on that?" she asked, her voice hushed.
His hands clenched in his pockets as he stopped. "She's heading to another hospital. I couldn't stop her."
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Demons in the shadows
They'll find a way
To get you.
Beatings, swallowing you.
Scars, defining you.
You know you're weak.
You can't fight a bully
When the bully's inside of you.