Just a little heads up before I start the story. I would appreciate that you would not make rude comments about my character, as she is made up. Don't worry this isn't some crappy fantasy where I make Link fall in love with my character without getting all the characters well adjusted into a fitting story line. However, I don't want to make this unbearably long either. Descriptions of the temples and landscape of Skyward sword will be provided in my new character's point of view and Link's descriptions will kept at a minimum because, well, it's easier when you just play the game don't you think? I'll try to keep the descriptions as accurate as possible to the game as well as the dialogue. Now please enjoy and feel free to give some constructive criticism, but please don't make those comments caustic! ;)
Chapter 1: A Vivid Coma
Blackness.
Enveloping me.
I am floating in an endless black void. Numbness only fills my body.
I don't like it.
I want a way out. I need a way out, but there is none. Something like smoke billows out of the abyss below me, if I'm not already in it! The wisps emit a red tint to them, but they form into something like tentacles. Apprehension fills my mind as I try to float away, but I can't move. They're coming closer and wrapping around my ankles.
I gasp. The pain is an unbearable burning sensation, like dark flames slowly licking my feet. I scream a soundless scream, choking the acrid smell of whatever was consuming me. The tentacles penetrate my skin while wasting my flesh away from my legs.
Please. Make it stop. Stop. STOP!
The pain ebbs away at my feet since I no longer had any. The black tentacles pulse with sinister shades of red and purple. As they work their way to my pelvis, something else rises from the depths. This time it seems like a monster.
Good put me out of my misery before it hits my abdomen. I'm as good as dead anyway.
Black scales adorn the beast, which pulses crimson like its tentacles. It's tall as a bus standing up, barring gleaming jagged teeth within a mouth wider as a small plane's wingspan. The acrid smell takes a hold of my senses as my vision begins to deteriorate. My pelvis is gone now and I'm sobbing silent cries.
The creature opens its mouth wider to consume me, its roar ringing in my ears and popping my eardrums.
Kill me now!
A blue light blasts its way between the creature's mouth and my body. The monster backs away, or more like is pushed away down below my the light. The crimson black flames cease its meal of a half-devoured human girl. It feels like they're quickly being pulled away from my legs, like slippery oil.
Wait. My legs?! They're back.
Indeed they are regenerated and clear of burns, scars, or blood. They light blue light covers the entire abyss and welcomes my nerves with a warm, pleasant touch. I blink a few times, meanwhile, a blue figure appears among the light. Well mostly blue and a shade of violet. It looks like a girl made of cerulean stone sculpted into a face and short hair. A small diamond that blends with her skin protrudes from her forehead. What it, or rather she wears on her shoulders is a flowing cape, half cerulean, half violet. She wears a tight-fitting violet dress outlined with gold and the hem folded around her hips. The center chest shines a brilliant blue jewel the shape of a diamond. Her feet have violet ballerina shoes tied by green strings around dark grey leggings.
This…girl seems….familiar…..somehow…
Or is my memory playing tricks on me?
"It is time for you to awaken, Cielo," her melodious, yet monotone voice ripples through the air.
I'm still recovering from nearly being eaten alive and burned to death at the same time. The pain inflicted upon me from that felt real enough. I am still asleep? Last time I checked you can't feel anything in your sleep. Unless, you were waking up to something happening to you in reality, in that case I should be awake now. Wait, how does she know my name?
Whoever she is, I'm glad she came in the nick of time. I was really ready to die, although I prefer not to by any means at my age.
"Thank you for saving me!" I gasp for air, tears trickling down my cheeks and flowing below my chin.
"Gratitude welcomed, but unnecessary. Your body is 100% recovered, no further inflicted damage remains. I detect your mindset is 95% shaken due to your encounter with the Imprisoned. Rest assured death will not come upon you if you abide by the task given by her Grace. I'm positive you will be at least 85% of assistance, fighting side by side to the chosen hero of the goddess," echoes her robotic voice.
"Chosen hero? This is a dream right? But by any chance is this in return for saving me?" I feel puzzled. In any case that attack a few seconds ago hadn't convinced her, I'm not sure if my deficient fighting capabilities pertain as help. Dream or not, I owe her.
"Whether or not you have experience in combat does not exactly determine whether you can assist him. Although your chances of being of service will increase by 15% if you train, the goddess, her Grace, Hylia wishes your success in this mission Mistress Cielo."
Hylia…..I heard that name before…Dam I feel tired…..
"One last matter to discuss, while you are still conscious please be aware that it is beyond my power to return you to your own dimension."
As difficult as it is to stay alert, her words still disturbed me. "Wait isn't this just some sort of weird, vivid dream?" Then again, my dreams have never been this clear, with no messy melting-pot of fuzzy memories attempting to make sense. Most of the time I never dream at all. And I'm pretty sure I've never seen this statue-like creature or sharp-toothed, burning, and dark beast in any TV show, movie, book or reality. What else didn't make sense is the fact I suddenly feel deprived of sleep. How can you feel tired in a dream?!
"My calculations indicate you are 75% alert at the moment. Also the tentacles that attempted to incinerate your body caused you 95.5% pain and mixed emotions of sorrow and fear. Do not distress Mistress Cielo, you will be provided shelter among the denizens of the dimension from where I originate. Speaking of the place from which I was designed, the previous goddesses designated my name. You may address me as Fi."
"Fi," I repeat. "Then who are these "denizens of your dimension"? What do they look like?" I decide to play along. As of yet I have no choice in the matter.
"The citizens I mentioned hardly show any disparity in both anatomies, exclusive of the pointed and round ears of course," Fi describes. "They reside in my dimension an island in the sky, though other information will be given later. Mistress Cielo, I must apologize but time is short. Given your personality and versatile disposition, I believe you have a 90% chance of blending in famously with the natives of Skyloft. I bid you adieu and goodluck Mistress Cielo." Fi's expression did not change, but bows with obvious reverence.
I'm not going to lie, I'm a tiny bit flattered, though this feels awkward. People at home of course do not address me as "Mistress." Being from a middle class society you don't have a reason to be regarded as someone of higher caste, which I'm obviously am not.
"You don't have to call me "Mistress" all the time, Fi. Cielo's just fine." I give a small smile.
Damn I'm exhausted!
Fi slowly nods. "As you wish, Cielo. We will meet again another day in approximately three years until your mission sets in motion."
With that Fi ends the conversation by taking the form of a blue light resembling a star. I squint and avert my eyes ate the harsh brightness. Fi shot away above me, leaving me once again alone in the black abyss.
Well that didn't take so damn long, but I gulp and shiver at the image of the monster, or the Imprisoned, as Fi calls it. Three years huh? Until then do I float aimlessly until I get to this island in the sky? Skyloft was it? Islands floating in the sky, bullshit. Nevertheless, I have a contained love of magical, mythical, and all things anime, but I can draw the line between reality and the supernatural. I think.
In an answer to my equivocal thoughts, I heard an discomforting crack and then light pours in. I look up and see a now existent ceiling cracking like glass. Pieces fell in delicate, large chunks and bits from above. Instantly I avoid them, quickly floating away but nearly missing a big shard that could have detached my arm and receiving a large cut along my ulna all the way to my shoulder. Fuck, now that my left arm gradually gets drenched in blood, I'm trying to evade other sharp pitch black glass.
The pain sears in my arm pulses with flowing blood. The white light finally spills into my dark prison, following a nice blue sky. Where the abyss "ceiling" broke away, I take shelter beneath the sky as the untouchable glass sides dissolve and clear away to reveal the entire sky.
The surface isn't visible at all, thanks to a sea of endless puffy white clouds which barricade it. My vision, not as blurry as before, detects a few flying being below. The flying creatures are near a large patch of green and between a pristine blue which I assume is a body of water. At the far end of the island was an area mostly grey, perhaps entirely made of stone.
The wind is cool and flows past my clothing. Strange I can still feel the environment. I can also feel my upper body inching forward. Uh-oh. Cruel realization.
Ohhhh shit.
Gravity's taking hold.
I gasp as the adrenaline surges my limbs at the fear I am about to die. Again.
The momentum I'm falling increases faster and faster as the wind blasts against my front. My hair flaps completely away from my face as I flail and scream.
Dammit Fi. You could've transported me safely but nooooooo I have to free fall! Thanks a fucking lot!
The impact won't be a pretty one I'm sure. The grass will be decorated in blood and body parts. The aspect of the upcoming death that fears me the most is the sound.
Crunch. Crack. Splish.
One hot mess of gore.
In utter despondency, I flail harder and scream louder in hope someone, ANYONE, will save me again. My stupidity of physics gets the best of me and I'm now tumbling.
If I had a choice….nah this will be instantaneous.
I try to move above the water but to no avail.
Hell why not the water?
I close my eyes.
A strident cry interrupts the whooshing air, along with the sound of flapping.
The force that smacks my face and legs is excruciating, against a feathery surface with a soft hard thud. My eyelids flutter open to see red feathers. A bird, I landed on a bird, and a fairly large one at that. The bird gives a cry of agony and wheezing pants. We're on the ground, thankfully, but the bird is still in pain. I didn't hear bones cracking so I guess it's a good sign but who knows. I roll off the side of its head beside its massive beak.
A small distance from us I hear a faint groan. I turn my body the other direction, which was still mobile by the way but I still shiver from the adrenaline. I attempt a crouch on the grass and spot a boy also trying to stand. He shakes strands of bronze hair and wiggles pointy ears. Groggily he opens his eyes at me.
For a boy he has nice big eyes; they're a deep navy blue. The boy has fair peachy skin and his face is a lighter shade. He wears a long-sleeved, cream color shirt adorned with simple dark blue designs around the collar, end of the sleeves, and hem. Fastened around his torso is a large maroon sash showing a strange symbol of a shield with wings. He wears forest green pants and large grey boots that almost reach the knees.
I'm not going to lie…he's a cute elf creature with full lips pursing in a smile.
Another screech erupts from the bird and the boy rushed to its aid, his expression is fearful. The crimson bird was shrieking the entire time, but appears to calm down once the boy waves his to its head, grabs its beak, and slowly begins to pat its head. The bird no longer cries but forlornly whimpers under the boy's touch.
"It's alright now," the boy assuages the bird, stroking its beak."You're going to be fine. Can you stand up?" he inquires, as if the bird can understand. Surprisingly in response, it struggles to stand upright on its huge talons and lifts its wings.
Stirring up a little courage, I approach the bird a little closer, well ok more like crawling. He doesn't seem to mind(meaning the bird, I'll just assume it's a boy) looking quizzically at me with large orange pupils surrounded by a ticker magenta ring. Aside from his underbelly and chin, most of his body exhibits a brilliant crimson. From his wings outstretched long white feathers with violet and green tips.
The boy sighs in relief and continues stroking the bird's beak. "You might have just got the wind knocked out of you but I won't fly with you until we get you to Master Horwell. He may give you a remedy if you're bruised. In the meantime, stay here and I'll get help."
He looks over to me, walks, then helps me up.
He's warm…..in more ways than one….
I can't contain my shivering. I'm alive! But of course, I have a job to do. I want to scream thank you and cry, but I can't speak. I stagger but the boy holds me firmly around my shoulders. "Hey, are you ok? That was quiet a fall back there! What happened to your Loftwing?" he asks softly.
His voice his deep, but I guess he's around my age.
It's nice to hear.
I desire to say something, to bombard this lad with questions. I'm rendered mute and vulnerable. Repeatedly I assure myself I'm fine, alive, moving, and breathing. My vitality isn't being compromised.
The weather feels temperate, but I still feel vulnerable and cold. I keep my left arm behind my back and I can still feel blood trickling down. The boy takes hold of my shoulders." You know I can see your arm is bleeding, you're not fooling anyone by keeping it behind your back."
I had to try for some reason; I didn't feel like worrying him.
"But nothing's broken! You're going to be fine! The wound's pretty bad but-" he unwraps his sash, takes hold of my arm almost forcefully, since I'm too reluctant.
"No it'll g-g-get s-s-soaked and m-m-mess up your s-sash," I croak. He doesn't seem to hear me and wraps the sash tightly around my arm. He chuckles."My first aid needs work and don't fret over the sash. I can just wash it," he smiles and puts a hand on my shoulder. "I think you should stay put for a bit. I'll be right back in no time at all ok?"
I sniffle, wipe my eyes with my right hand, and nod.
Those baby blues are unparalleled against the sky. "Good," he nods and runs off the grassy ledge across a stone bridge.
I face to what he called a Loftwing, making a presumption these are the prodigious birds. I step over to him timidly, reaching a hand to his beak. At first he backs away and squawks. He lifts his head up and down, scrutinizing me and discerning whether I'm a threat. Satisfied, he walks closer and places his beak against my hand. I breathe out m suppressed fears and continue stroking the Loftwing's beak.
I take in the island, a placid village residing over it. Skyloft, this is the island. It's innocuous enough. There are no giant black, scaly monsters in sight. Further down the path the boy took, I notice the terrain is very hilly. A round building like a circus tent shows bright colors of a fuchsia roof and two-toned purple walls. There are a few windows and doors under these small plateaus. I guess they dug their homes under them, which is very prudent decision if I do say so myself. This arrangement of homes prevents crash-landings through roofs, if they built them. Behind the round building are two other establishments. They're connected by two sets of stone staircases leading to two gates. The larger of the two, the yellow one on the left was the one the boy entered. The other on the right is barely visible, since its much smaller with a curved blue roof. A tall stone tower stands closer to across the bridge compared to the other buildings.
I turn my head looking at the sides of the isle in which I stand. There are a couple wooden platforms extending out of the end of it. Maybe these people jump off them? Farther to the right was the tiny lake I saw from my sky dive. A few stone platforms let to a cave and the water pretty much fell from the sides of the island. I look up and gap at a floating tiny isle where a waterfall was flowing out. How the island never runs out of water I'll never know.
The hell is with this place, defying all logic and sense? Elves that fly giant colorful birds(that may or may not understand human speech), endless lake and waterfall, floating islands, a never-ending abyss that shatters like a window, talking blue statue, and a giant incinerating monster…..that pretty much sums things up.
Yeah I'm in a delusional coma…..
Nonetheless, I feel skeptical thanks to these vivid images and the fact I can interact them. I don't want to admit I'm in another dimension, not yet.
The boy returns with four other men and a girl. Soon other teenagers start showing. I gulp, feeling dissident at all these people he brought. Was it necessary for the whole damn village to show up? As if I haven't been through enough. I was always reticent around people with whom I'm not acquainted. These people, especially a trio of weirdoes wasn't going to change that!
I stick closer behind the Loftwing, frowning at them. Some exchange hushed whispers and curious glances.
Why did I have the urge to jump off the closest wooden platform next to the pumpkin patch?
"Excuse me for a moment please, Miss. May I take a look at Link's loftwing?" a brunette man with shoulder length hair wearing long tunic comes forward and examines the loftwing. He wears a maroon sash designed with a diamond pattern. I back away, and have a staring contest with the locals.
"No need to be shy child," an elderly man approaches. He resembles an owl as his unibrow sticks upward in front of his head. He's bald except for a small white mustache and beard. His sash is scarlet with a gold diamond pattern. He wears and red-orange tunic. I'm guessing he's the elder? No matter I still back away.
"A bit reserved are we?" laughs a man identical to the brunette, except he has white hair and a blue sash.
A lighter skin male looks inquiring at my arm. He's a brunette with short hair waved back from his large face. The man is burlier from the others and wears an outfit similar to the boy's, or Link rather, and a short scarlet cape tied at the neck. "You ok kid? Link told us your arm was injured pretty badly."
"She's just uneasy Parrow," Link smiles at me behind him.
"I'll say! You alright miss? The sash around your arm doesn't seem to sustain the bleeding well," a shorter girl with orange pigtails walks over as well. Her yellow tunic acts like a dress embroidered with bird designs.
"I did the best I could, Karane," Link sighs.
"It seems she doesn't trust us. Don't worry miss we won't hurt you," a short haired brunette boy with peachy skin and freckles stands beside the Karane girl.
"Don't push her too much, Pipit. Give her some time," the girl that followed the men beckons the others back. She's very pretty and has nice straight blonde hair, bangs, and thick strands tied with bands almost like a braid that frames her face quite nicely. Her dress is violet and a maroon sash similar to Link's.
I don't bother looking at the others, seeing as the trio was busy snickering. I scowl and tore through the crowd receiving some gasps and nudging a few of them.
"Where are you going?" the boy known as Link I hear runs after me along with the blond girl. I keep sprinting ahead past the bridge, a stone clearing, the round building, and finally up the steps to the yellow building. I don't know what my rationale was for that impetuous escape but I feel unnaturally giddy, like a kid playing hide-and-go-seek.
The hell with them for now, I need some privacy! A pair of stone blocks to the elevated floor catches my eye and I jump and climb up. Pain shot through my arm, but I get up just fine. Another set of stairs, this time wooden, leads to a stone building on a separate isle. I stand at the square entrance, which reveals a clearing and a giant statue overlooking it. It depicts woman wearing a flowing plain gown perhaps holding a platform with her hands. She has long hair past her shoulders and a small smile. Her eyes, though pupil-less entrance me. I walk to the circle and stand at the center.
Link's POV
I stop when Parrow grabs a hold of both mine and Zelda's arms. We turn our heads and frown.
"Now wait a moment you two. Let the girl adjust to her surroundings. She won't get far and plus she has that wound on her arm."
"Then why are here chatting about it when we can look for her!" I shout. While we stand in dilatory conversation, the girl could be anywhere.
"That wound of hers might get infected!" Zelda shouts.
"Though you may think we're wasting time, do recall the girl fell from the sky. We have no idea where she's from and what she's capable of." Gaepora calmly explains.
"What's that supposed to mean!" I narrow my eyes and yank my arm from Parrow's grip.
"It means she might be a threat, idiot," Groose smirks. "It's amazing how you're even in the same class as us."
"Groose we have no time for this! If she were a threat she would have attacked us by now instead of running away." Zelda also yanks her arm off.
"She has a point. In that case we need to find her before nightfall and the monster come out." Fledge shyly suggests.
"As for why she ran away, it's pretty understandable considering she's encountering different beings that she knows nothing about." Pipit shrugs.
"She's thinking what we're thinking as well, staying cautious," Karane puts her hands on her hips. "That's smart of her at least, even though we're not a threat either."
"Hmph, it's not like she has anywhere to go. Obviously she's not one of us and on top of that no Loftwing. Where the hell would she go then, genius?" Groose impudently chuckles.
"Yeah I mean did you see her ears? Weird shape if you ask me, they're like Mia's!" Cawlin snickers.
"So what if her ears are different? She looks as human as the rest of us," Zelda counters.
Cawlin opens his mouth but shuts up when he gets a mean look from Groose.
"Then it's settled then," Master Owlan nods. "Everyone has to look for the girl and when approaching her try not to provoke her by any means. If in the circumstance she is a threat then alert everyone immediately."
"I suggest we try the academy first," says Master Horwell, still checking my Loftwing.
"Right then so let's quite stalling and find her!" Zelda takes my hand and we run to the plaza.
Evidently, the girl isn't here, but she may have entered Peatrice's house, Orielle and Parrow's house, or the Bazaar.
"I'll go look in the Bazaar. Meet me there after you check Peatrice's and Parrow's." Zelda jogs off to the heavy roofed colorful building.
I pass the rest of the students heading to the academy into Peatrice's home. During the day she's off to work in the Item Check at the Bazaar, so it might be rude to barge in and search the place. But I'm worried. What if she's bleeding to death or we don't find her by nightfall? Strange how I'm immediately concerned for someone I hardly even know. Sure I'm courteous to everyone, even to Groose and his cronies, despite they hate me for whatever reason. But this girl….why was she so timid and scared when I helped her?
I check all over the house, but do not find her. I rush outside and dash ahead to Orielle's. Parrow is already there, being sure to see if her sister is safe and if she seen the girl. "You heard Master Owlan, Link. Search your dormitory, hurry!"
Instead I go to the Bazaar to meet Zelda. The academy did not seem like a plausible location for her to run away. She might have seen us coming here to see my Loftwing, so obviously we'd come back and find her easily if she's there. I shake my head. Sometimes our masters don't know what's best all the time.
Zelda's talking with Rupin, who dismissively shakes his head and moves his hands for her to shoo. Figures this cheeky bastard (Not that Beetle I heard was any better) wouldn't be any help unless you make a purchase. Sadly, none of us are knights yet, and we're pretty impecunious anyway earning little allowance on chores. Zelda turns around gratefully smiling and walks over to me. "I take it you didn't find her either." I shake my head. "Well I'll ask Luv and Bertie." Zelda approaches the couple owning the Potion Shop.
I sigh. The shop owners don't know us very well so it's unlikely they'll be much of help, but I go over to Peatrice anyway.
The gloomy blonde pig-tail girl at the counter raises an eyebrow. "You're not a knight so you've nothing worthy of keeping here so-"
"Yes, yes I know! I just came to ask you if you've seen a girl." I interrupt, already slightly irritated.
Her straight, thick eyebrows perk up in interest. "Oh so you lost your girlfriend? Isn't that her in the potion shop?"
"No she's different. She's slightly taller, a little lanky, her skin's a light brown, um-" I try recalling the girl's appearance.
"Look, the only customers allowed are knights, which you are not, so I haven't seen any girl," she rolls her eyes.
I scoff and turn away. What's got her so bitchy? No matter. Let's see if the Scrap shop is any help. The mechanic is a little nicer, but almost sends me off as well. He denies seeing any girl.
"Welcome young man!" a round man with obscenely large green eyes exclaims in a magenta tent. I've heard of the prophetic man in the Bazaar who claims he can do fortune telling. "My service is not limited to knights, so if you please can you spare 10 ruppees if you'd like?"
I shrug, giving him the rest of my allowance which was exactly 10 ruppees and watch his hands hover over a crystal ball. The ball begins to glow brighter. His ridiculously large eyes seem to grow enlarge as he says," My, my. What and interesting scene."
"Is it a girl?" I ask hopeful.
"Why yes. Two of them in fact. One blonde and one dark haired. Interesting. You three seem like you're having a swell time laughing together."
I look at him quizzically. Having a good time? So we will eventually find the girl, and perhaps become friends I guess. "I just wish to know her location."
"Ahhh yes. Well from what I can see from my beautiful eyes….."
Beautiful?
"She's standing on a circle and staring above her. The context appears mostly of a grass and stone clearing."
I think I know where that is.
"Oh but look at what we have here!" he smiles excitedly.
I can't see anything.
"You seem to have a…connection together…well eventually…when you're older," he chuckles.
Connection? I hope he's got the wrong idea.
"Alas, that's all I can see for now." He closes his eyes, the crystal ball ceases glowing. "Feel free to come again." He winks.
I hope I got the wrong idea.
"Well, thanks so much for your help." I bow and run to Zelda whose waiting at the exit.
"Did you get any leads?"
"Yeah, she's at the temple. Let's go!" I sprint out of the Bazaar, Zelda trailing behind and head for the wooden staircase.
The entrance is placid as always, and just as the fortune-teller predicted, the girl stands at the center of the landing circle. A soft voice penetrates the silence.
"Oh youth, guided by the servant of the goddess,
Unite earth and sky,
And bring light to the land.
Oh youth, show the two whirling sails
The way to the light tower
Before you a path shall open
And a heavenly song you shall hear."
The singing came from her, the girl. She has a nice voice. She ceases the song and finally faces us.
Okay! Well this wraps up the first chapter! Let me know what you think! It's not the best, since I'm not much of a writer. Not much happens yet, but if you have any suggestions let me know! I'm sorry if the descriptions bored you a little This takes place three years ago before the adventure actually happens so Pipit and Karane aren't knights yet so their attire's different. Zelda mentions in the game that she makes the outfit herself so I'm assuming what she usually wears is different and that goes the same for her. Thanks for reading