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
40 Ways To Annoy Link40 Ways To Annoy Link3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
1. Run around Link like an idiot and repeat: "Hey! Hey! Watch! Look! Listen!"
2. Remind him over and over that his name isn't mentioned in the game title.
3. Wake him up in the middle of the night. Yell: "You have to SAAAAVE the world!" Then force him to walk to the ladder and push him off the edge. (Link lives in a treehouse, remember?)
4. When he's going to pick up something, say: "Dabadabadabadabadabadaba..." When he picked up the item, yell: "Da-da-da-daaaaah!"
5. Buy a Link plushie, wave it in front of him like it's doing attacks and yell: "HAAARGH! YAAA! ARRRGH!!"
6. Remind him that Tetra winked at him three times in Wind Waker.
7. Tell him that he couldn't do anything without Linebeck in Phantom Hourglass.
8. Fill one of his bottles with sour milk.
9. Ask him what kind of shampoo he uses. If he doesn't tell, pull his hair violently. If he does, buy a bunch of those shampoo bottles and throw them at him.
10. Jump on to his back, and say: "I'm Midna, and you have to do EXACTLY as
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
A 'Blin is a 'Blin?"There once lived a manA 'Blin is a 'Blin?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on the island of Windfall.
A man who's hat
was a little too tall.
'A 'blin is a 'blin,'
so said the man.
'They're all the same
no matter how small.'
'Hob's and Boko's
and Mini's galore!
They steal our food and our women,
Our children and more!'
'But wait!' said a boy,
sounding quite bold
despite the fact
he wasn't that old.
'Not all 'blins are bad'
The boy said in a rush
'I mean, I've met a few...'
he said, in a hush.
'Not all 'blins,' said the boy,
'are all those bad things,
'Why I've met 'blins that can read, and speak,
And one even sings!'
'Rubbish!' Cried the man,
who's hat was too tall.
'All 'blins are evil!
All of them! All!'
But the boy knew no fear.
None of the sort.
So he took a breath,
and lashed out his retort.
'You say all 'blins are evil,
no matter what kind?
then so, might I ask:
What of mankind?'
'We steal from eachother,
we steal more than you think!
We steal things so fast
its gone before you can blink!
'When people need houses,
we'll start at a
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 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
FIOLEE- UN AMOR INESPERADO CAP. 15FIOLEE- UN AMOR INESPERADO CAP. 152 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
C: Marshall? ¡QUE HACES AQUÍ A ESTAS HORAS Y MAS BIEN PORQUE ESTAS CON MI NIÑA!
F y M: ¡¿CAKE?!
M: jeje fi yo creo que mejor me voy no quiero interponerme en su platica de hermanas adiós fi nos vemos luego
C: a no claro que no vampiro tu no te vas a ningún lado aquí te vas a quedar y me vas a decir porque estas con mi niña y además me tienes que explicar muchas otras cosas mas
M: emm podemos hablar luego es que ya es muy tarde y tengo que volver a casa además como dije no me quiero interponerme entre su platica de hermanas
C: bien entonces fionna y yo iremos arriba a hablar mientras tu esperas aquí y cuando termine de hablar con ella vendré a hablar contigo ¡Y SI TE VAS DATE POR MUERTO!
M: esta bien tranquila me quedare aquí y mientras ustedes hablan yo seguiré jugado con BMO
C: BMO? Quien es BMO?
F: es una larga historia cake luego te la cuento
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 3I'm More ImportantThe Crimson Loftwing Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
Watching Master. Skyward Sword.Thrusting his sword down, light envelopes his form,Watching Master. Skyward Sword.1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Such a bizarre look he has, his steps loud and hands warm,
Caring and considerate, yet emotional as humans are,
Something that I do not understand by far,
I do not carry a heart; I do not need one,
I do have a brain, focused on my mission,
I do not have bones or hair or blood,
But I do have eyes, those like the flower bud,
His form continues to breathe; the garb he wears is slack,
In this state, he is weak to attack,
Though the natural light may shine through the trees,
It is the glowing force beneath us that forces him to his knees,
Our contract is as simple in such,
That he does not think about it much,
But I do, every day and every night,
Though I do not have emotion, I have fear for this young knight,
I am the key that turns the lock,
I cannot accompany him as he may walk,
We are both flowers in a field; his is in his soul,
And has taken its fair toll,
I witness his flower, the buds of white,
How clean they are, how bright,
The Usurper's LamentForever drifting,The Usurper's Lament7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oer this realm once my home,
Invisible to the eye,
Inaudible to the ear,
My presence undetected,
Yet I remain here.
Over the Twilight Palace
I constantly obsess.
It now stands against me
Firm as a fortress.
Platform of the People!
You welcomed the Hylian
Who declared me evil.
The Palace Battlements,
Where my princess I cursed.
Out of all my foul deeds,
I loathe that one the worst.
My dear Midna reclines
On the grand royal throne.
Did I nearly kill her
Just to make it my own?!
No, not even to seize rule,
But only to maintain.
Could I possibly blame her
For thinking me insane?
A mere servant was I,
But yet in a palace!
What possessed me to turn
On my masters in malice?!
The Lord of all Evil
I chose as my lord.
When filled with his power,
His evil I poured.
Poured not only on Twilight,
But the Light Realm as well.
For an innocent people
I tried to make hell.
We ransacked a village,
We stole children, but worse,
Fi...More than a Spirit,Fi...7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
More than a Being.
More than a Blade
Of Evil's Bane.
Greater than Fact,
Greater than Tact.
Greater than Art
For such is Light.
A Beacon, a Candle,
A door's sturdy Handle.
A Friend who cleaves unto His soul.
And He, the Hero, to hers.
She is Love,
She is Life.
She is One,
She is Light.
She is Faith.
Losing Hope | Link x Reader (HyruleWarriorsAU)Losing Hope | Link x Reader (HyruleWarriorsAU)7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
(A.N: Vasuke is on O.C. I made for Zelda. She’s a Sheikah and in this story your best friend.)
You stood across from the mirror, adjusting your armor and looking back at yourself through the piece of stained metallic glass. You had a stoic expression, not smiling at yourself at all. It was a time of war, there would be time for posing and fooling later. That’s what you constantly told yourself, since you thought being focused on the task at hand was more important than lollygagging and laughing.
“(y/n) we’re lining up now. You ready?” your friend Vasuke popped her head into the small bunker for all the knights of Zelda’s army. You were alone, since everyone else was in the mess hall.
“Yeah,” you muttered, grabbing your katana from where it leaned on the wall. You gave Vasuke a weak smile and walked out the door with her.
You looked at the knights lined up near the gate in rows of single-file lines. Impa and Zelda were at the front,
Poem of the Hero of Time - Pt1Poem of the Hero of Time - Pt14 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in his Kokiri home,
was no longer alone.
A fairy arrived
in his tree-top room,
He must meet the Deku Tree,
for 'twas his doom.
He sought to break
the guardian's curse,
Yet found the horror
was so much worse...
Granted a sacred stone
for the way he tried,
All too late,
for the Deku Tree died...
Link set forth
to save the land,
A gift from Saria
grasped in his hand.
He arrived at the castle
in the dead of night,
Zelda, the princess,
told of her plight.
Stones lay hidden:
Atop a mountain,
The other perhaps
in Zora's Fountain?
When the jewels
on altar align,
One can step
through the Door of Time...
A Coward's Determination *Chapter 1*Summary: A coward at heart he may be, but when it comes to saving his princess from a wretched scheme, he'll do anything he can to prevent her own possible demise. Warning: major spoilers.A Coward's Determination *Chapter 1*1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
From the moment his presence was requested at the castle, Ravio had a strange feeling something was wrong.
He stood in front of the door leading to the princess' chambers, hesitant to move. Something in him dreaded seeing the young ruler of Lorule, which was very abnormal to him. He'd known her for a long time, and not once did he feel the way he did now.
He fidgeted around, constantly adjusting his sleeves and belt. He was dressed in a formal red tunic—something his princess preferred to see him in, rather than his merchant outfit. The boy suspected it was because it made him look more like a hero. Something he could never be...
Taking a deep breath, he finally knocked on the door.
"You may enter," he heard the feminine, muffled voice say.
Ravio swung the door open and stepped inside. T