Hey all! So, this is my second fanfic! Please check out my first one as well: The Legend of Zelda: Dark Castle. This story is strongly based off of the Skyward Sword manga by Anika Himekawa. So I just wanted to give them credit for this! You can read it online, it's great! And please, if you review (Which would be so sweet of you!) DO NOT SWEAR! I'd really appreciate it! Thank you so much!

PROLOGUE

"Link! What are you doing?"

Link turned to face his friend smiling at him. Zelda laughed, her short blond hair shining in the sunlight as sat down next to him.

"You can't stay away from here, can you?" They sat on the ground behind the Statue of the Goddess, watching the Loftwings fly throughout the sky.

"No," Link answered breathlessly as a Loftwing and his rider dived into a patch of clouds. "I can't wait for the day I get my own Loftwing. Then I can fly too."

Zelda sighed. "I can't wait either. But we still have another 3 years to go."

"And then, after we get them, we can start our training to become knights." His round blue eyes shined. "And when we're 17, we can compete in the Wing Ceremony, to become real knights. And I'm gonna win on my first try."

"Link, that's not for another 8 years, how do you know you're going to win?" Zelda smiled.

"I don't know. I just feel like it's my... destiny, I guess. To be in the sky. To be a knight." Link began to pick at the grass. "Zelda?"

"Yes?"

"Do you ever wonder what's below the cloud barrier?"

Zelda paused. "The Surface? Yes, all the time."

"Do you think it's really down there? Or if there's just... air?"

"I don't know. We may never know."

~X~

There is in fact a land beneath the Cloud Barrier. One that will soon be in need of young Link's help. Far beneath Skyloft, where young Link and Zelda now sit, under the thick ocean of clouds, people once happily dwelled on the world bellow. Back when The Surface was still called "The Land of Hylia", a dark age was brewing. One filled with fear and betrayal.

The Demon King began to rise, overpowering Hylia's helpless people. They lived in constant fear of destruction. Where there had once been beautiful rolling green hills filled with fragrant flowers, sweet, cold springs and happy towns, was now a dark and foreboding wasteland. The Goddess feared greatly for her beloved people and land.

And in it all, a young man sat rotting in a dungeon for a crime he did not commit. He was once a fearless, brave warrior, devoted to protecting his beloved land. But now, his spirit and honor had broken. The Goddess had watched him through his suffering, and her heart broke each time he cried out in pain. She knew he did not deserve this punishment. For he was destined to become a great hero, her great hero, one that would be forever sketched into the fate of the land. The Goddess's Chosen Hero...