The Crimson Loftwing Chapter 3I'm More Important
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 1The Guardian CeremonyThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
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
SteedSteedSteed3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
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
BullyShh.Bully2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
Why?Why do I speakWhy?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when everyone would prefer quiet?
Why do I show my face
when everyone finds it appalling?
Why do I try
when everyone finds annoyance?
Why do I live
if everyone wants me dead?
so I can spread God's word.
I show my face
because God loves the sight.
I try hard
because God wills me to.
because God gave me the gift to.
Anything.We waited in silence,Anything.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
For a sound.
But nothing ever happened,
And no one ever came.
We waited for him.
But he never came.
A long plane ride in bitter silence,
Left alone with a crushing reality.
He was never coming home.
And we realize that no amount of wishin will bring him back to us.
But still we wait.
Wondering if he watches us or turns away in shame?
Wondering if he's proud of who we became?
Wondering if he will visit our dreams anymore?
And we wait in silence.
For a sound.
The eyes of a child.Adults forget how to see,The eyes of a child.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to really see.
Society teaches them to ignore it,
to ignore what they should see.
But a child does not bend to these rules,
not a single one does.
They see them,
the monsters of the night that are hidden by the darkness.
I know that you know what I'm talking about.
The 'thing' under your bed,
the 'thing' in you closet,
the 'thing' that follows you up the stairs to your room when the house is dark.
Children can see 'it',
hear it and they know 'it'.
Some feel it,
when the fear is clawing them,
that's the moment,
they feel 'it'.
They already were taught that these 'things' don't exist,
so they cannot see,
but they know 'it' is waiting.
So let me re-teach you the rules,
do not forget them again.
1. As long as you can see 'it', it also sees you. Use your blanket to shild yourself.
2. Do not make a sound.
3. If you move, it'll know you're still awake, because it can tell.
4. The only rescue is
YGO Season 0- GuardianshippingYGO Season 0- Guardianshipping4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I was so stupid..." Jonouchi muttered, walking down the steps of the train station. "What was I thinking, trying to impress a woman?" Head drooping, he thought, Guess I was wrong. I had even less chance with Nurse Miyuki than with-
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."
Surprised, all Amber could say was, "Oh." She looked down, her fist over her heart. She expected to feel glad that the nurse had left, relieved that there wasn't another rival for Jonouchi's affections. Yet, all that consumed her heart was deep sorrow, dee
Emotions RevealedPain hurts,Emotions Revealed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For only for a little while,
With just enough hope,
To last the next mile.
Happiness is hard,
Even with an open heart,
Everywhere you look,
You find yourself on guard.
Sadness is lonely,
No matter what anyone does,
Tears are going to fall,
Simply just cause.
The distance is too far,
Whether is the seat next you on a plane,
Or have to travel far,
And long by train.
Difficulty is everywhere,
Sometimes it's right next to you,
But even you know it's true.
Isn't that far away either,
Once in a while,
It's as simple as pull a lever.
Well that's the master.
With it and an open heart,
You can reach no greater pasture.
So don't give up,
Just let go,
With everything in your heart,
You'll never know.
The Story of a Shadow: chap 2The Story of a ShadowThe Story of a Shadow: chap 28 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Second Chances and Love at First Fright
At first Dark thought he was dreaming, then he thought he had reached the next world. But by the look of the clouded colors of blue, green and red around him he guessed he wasn't in the water temple anymore. He looked around and then at himself. His battle scars were completely gone, and he was floating.
Suddenly a black circle appeared before him. It got wider and wider and voices echoed from it. The Horrifying sounds and the blackness turned to horrid pictures of death and hell. Closer it got until it was ready to swallow him up.
"No! Please, No!" Dark screamed frantically. The void began to shrink and was replaced with a red glowing circle, like that of a fairy. "Why do you resist your doom, shadow?" said the glowing light, It's voice was that of a woman's. "I don't want to die!" He said with panic. The Red ball flas
Twisted DeathTwisted DeathTwisted Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding from light exists twisted death, it slithers and screeches for one measly breath.
Around the edges it bleeds and lies, gushing red from under its eyes.
How shriveled and misunderstood this being is, yes, so please invite yourself in, and become its new guest.
A Monster's Plea for MercyYou're too closeA Monster's Plea for Mercy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too close for comfort
I don't need your help
Stay way from me
I'll only hurt you
Not just once
But many times
Til' you feel broken
Just like me
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I can't stop
In the end
I'll kill you
Slowly and painfully
I don't want to
To hurt all of you
Like I hurt myself
But I want to stop
Though I really can't
Make it stop
Make it stop....
DisorderIf I can see it-Disorder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if I can name the demon,
to take away its power-
if I can tell it to disappear-
why is it grinning at me?
Why is it still here?
If I can hear its voice
and discern that it's not
if I know that it
why am I still spinning,
madness like a Super Ball
against the confines of my skull?
Why do these thoughts
seem to answer me
they are living entities?
they stand before me.
Submersed in awful white light
they force me to submit, to
bow before the monoliths: things so
I cannot even comprehend.
Why, then, when you promise me
that I am getting better,
do I still hear
them? Like an orchestral
they fling themselves into
my inner ear canals;
they attack my neural connections-
a cacophony of
all trying to be heard at the
Can God hear my pleas for mercy
over the din
of these clambering thoughts?
I try desperately to quell the uprising
LoZ: The Trouble with FangirlsBeing the Hero of Time isn't easy. I've been fighting monsters and villains ever since I was ten, and growing older hasn't decreased the dangers I have to face. Every year, more monsters have appeared in the wilderness surrounding Hyrule, most of them plaguing travelers at night. When I'm not dealing with that, I'm traveling beyond Hyrule, locating sources of darkness and eliminating them before they spread. Lately my duties have also included diplomatic missions meeting with rules of countries both enemies of and allied to Hyrule, making and reinforcing treaties and the like.LoZ: The Trouble with Fangirls4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I would rather do all of that in one week without sleep than confront my fangirls.
I know that the people of Hyrule admire me and look up to me as their champion. Defeating Ganondorf then being appointed to the king's service gives me a level of fame I'm learning to manage. That isn't what bothers me. What bothers me are the women and girls that have formed clubs focused solely on me not just on wha
Waiting on the World to DieThrough murky swamps and oceans deep,Waiting on the World to Die2 years ago in Horror More Like This
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.
Malon's Tale of FriendshipI was not always in love with the Hero of Time. Rather, when I first met him, I found him a rather strange child- dressed in green clothes, traces of baby fat still rounding his cheeks, a glowing fairy floating around his head. Link claimed he came to Father's ranch out of curiosity and a desire to rest from his adventures, but I thought the Goddesses sent him as a little joke. After all, I rarely talked to or played with other children my age, because of both being busy on the ranch and my natural trait to spend time by myself. In truth, I preferred taking care of and singing to my little horse Epona over the presence of human company. Yet, Epona found something special deep within Link, something good and kind. She took an immediate liking to the boy, rubbing her soft nose against his cheek and hands. He did not even have to finish singing her special song before she would come to him.Malon's Tale of Friendship4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perhaps it was because of his love and care for Epona that he managed to capture my heart unknowing
Don'tDon't tell me I'm beautiful.Don't2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When i feel disgusting.
Don't Tell me I'm lovely.
When my heart is rusting.
Don't talk to me.
I'm not worth it.
Don't encourage me.
Just let me quit.
Don't touch me.
Don't wish for me.
I'm a prison.
I'm telling you.
Life with me is no fun.
LoZ Four Sword 2PrologueLoZ Four Sword 25 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Green looked at the clock. 'Five more minutes...' He thought. Blue, sitting in front of him, looked like he was ready to explode. Vio, in the back of the room, was reading a book quietly. Across the hall, Red was almost vibrating in his seat he was so excited. Shadow was trying not to laugh at how silly Red looked bouncing in his seat the way he was. Suddenly, the bell rang and the classrooms roared with cheers as the clock read 3:00 P.M. Green immediately got out his phone to call Princess Zelda, as she had left the day before on a long vacation. Vio put his bookmark back in his book, put his book in his bag, and went out to his locker. Shadow was already in the hall digging through his locker for any extra stuff he had left in it. Vio opened his locker door and grabbed a few books he had read but was going to read over the summer and put them in his pack. Vio's locker was by Shadow's and Red's, with Blue's on the other side of Red's and Green's beside S
My MaskI put my mask on.My Mask2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Time to face the day.
Time to plaster on a smile.
Time to pretend it's okay.
I want to crawl in bed.
Leave the world behind.
You're too ugly to go out,
whispers my mind.
I know I am,
I stifle a cry.
I want to leave,
I want to die.
My mask is done,
and I have to go.
Time to face the people.
Time to put on my show.