I watched helplessly in tears as Hoja was ensnared and carried away, the dark clouds below beginning to close in to swallow me. I quickly pulled my sailcloth out of my bag pouch and latched it onto my shoulder ring before a turbulent wind violently ripped it away from my grasp. The cord whipped against my face cruelly as if punishing me for losing Hoja to the Bokoblins. I turned myself slightly to the side to see how much distance I had left before I met with the surface, to see how much time I had left in this world. What a mistake that was. I slammed into the soft warm dirt against my arm - the one the deku baba so gladly chewed up for me - the one I was told not to put too much pressure or force on.
I let out a muffled groan as my sailcloth landed softly over my head. How was I even still alive? I laid there for a bit, bruised and sore, trying to recover myself. The environment was different, yet familiar. Warmer than Skyloft, it reminded me of home for some reason.