Of Broken Wings

A/N: In all honesty, I'm just doing this for a friend because she said she liked it for some reason. So, I'm revising this chapter, and adding more. It's not like anyone read it in the first place. Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ZELDA!(Edited)

Aryll sighed and pushed her telescope back into it's compact shape. It had been five years since the defeat of Ganondorf. Her brother Link had gone off sailing on adventures, leaving her to take care of grandma, who needed no looking after. That old lady had more spunk in her than a pack of wolves! Aryll shook her long mane of blonde hair. She was sixteen now, and longing for adventure. Her travels with the pirates after she had been rescued from the Forsaken Fortress had planted the seed of wanderlust, and it had now blossomed. Aryll sighed again. She had no way of getting off the island, and even if she could, Aryll had no clue as where to go. Well, she thought, isn't that part of adventure? She started climbing down the ladder. The mail would be here soon, and Quill was always good for some news and gossip. Aryll kept one eye towards the sky as she walked along the beach.

Komali's wings hurt. He wasn't cut out for this long of a distance yet. But, Quill had gotten sick, and Komali did volunteer to take his route towards Outset. He didn't think it was that far. Of course, getting caught in one of Cyclos' tornadoes didn't really help either. Finally, Outset loomed into his view. Summoning up a second wind, Komali beat his wings harder until he was in landing distance of the beach. Where he crashed into a young woman.

Aryll shoved the Rito off of her, and dusted herself off. Quill never makes landings like that, she thought. She glanced at the Rito. It wasn't Quill. And he wasn't moving. "Oh Gods, are you okay?" Aryll rushed to his side.

Komali slowly opened his eyes. "I'm fine" he said after spitting out some sand. He started to stand, but his left arm gave away, and was in sharp pain. Komali gave a small yelp.

"What's wrong?" Aryll asked, eyes full of concern. "Is it your wing? Should I go get some help?"

Komali shook his head. "Just help me get up." he said. Aryll did as he asked. "Now where's the postbox?" the young prince asked. Aryll pointed the red postbox in front of her house. Komali started to walk over, and she followed.

"Where's Quill?" she wanted to know.

Komail grimaced, arm still in pain, "He's out sick. I volunteered to take his Outset route." he gave her a sidelong glance. "I'm Komali by the way."

Aryll's eyes widened as she remembered, "Oh, you helped Link out of the Forsaken Fortress! You're the Prince of the Ritos!" She mentally smacked herself. "And here I've been, treating you like a complete jerk. You must feel so insulted!"

Komali smiled, "To the contrary, it's nice to be treated like a normal person every now and then." They reached the mailbox. He winced as he reached into his mailbag. Aryll offered to help. "No," Komali said with clenched teeth. "It' part of the Rito code. We can't let people handle undelivered letters."

"Well, that's a stupid rule," Aryll stated. "What if something happened to one of the carriers, and someone else had to deliver the mail."

Komali glared at her, "I never said they're weren't exceptions."

Aryll gave a small, "Oh."

Komali sat down on the grass. "I don't know what to do. I can't fly back to Dragon Roost like this, but I can't just stay here either."

"Well, it doesn't look like you have choice, does it?" Aryll stated simply. "You can't go anywhere with a broken wing, and have no way of contacting any of your tribe."

Komali conceded, "I guess you're right. But I don't want to impose on anyone here."

"Oh, you won't! Don't worry!" Aryll said cheerfully. "You can stay with me and grandma. She always makes too much to eat anyways." She stood up, "C'mon, I'll introduce you." Komali got up and started to follow her, eventually falling in step. "So how's Medli?" the blonde asked innocently, "I heard from Link that she's become the Sage of Earth!"

Komali's face darkened at the mention of his former loves name. "I...wouldn't know." he admitted, "She can't leave the Temple, and it's too difficult for me to try and find her in that labyrinth. Every so often, she'll send a letter, but that's it."

"Oh." His sadness was having an effect herself. "Well then, here we are!" she announced, stopping in front of her door. Aryll opened the door and called out, "Grandma, I'm home!"

"Over here dear," a kind voice came from the kitchen. "I'm going to be watching Rose's kids while she and Abe go off to visit relatives in Windmill. I left you some soup on the-Oh, who is your friend?" the little old lady asked.

"This is Komali, grandma. He broke his wing, so I said he could stay with us for awhile. Is that alright?" Aryll said, hoping her grandmother wouldn't be mad at her.

"Of course," Grandma said with a smile, "But I don't know where he'll sleep. I had to take my bedding over to Rose's. You know how my back is."

"I can just sleep on the floor ma'am." Komali offered.

"Of course you won't!" Aryll objected. "Not with a broken wing!"

"Aryll's quite right young man." Grandma said. Aryll stuck her tongue out at him. "I need to get going though. I'll leave you two to figure out sleeping arrangements on your own." With that, she pushed them out of her way and left.

"She's quite an...unique person." Komali said, watching the older woman leave.

"She's weird and you know it." Aryll corrected him while tasting some soup. "Mmmm...no matter how many times I eat this, it still tastes great! Want some?" She offered him a bowl.

"S-sure" he answered. What was he supposed to say? He was a guest. He took a seat at a small table. Aryll sat opposite of him, and looked out the window. It was about noon. "We really should think about sleeping arrangements, before it gets too late." Komali said, worried about spending the night with a teenage girl.

"We-ll, wecouldsharethebed" Aryll said quickly. Oh my gods! Why did I say that, she thought. What if he thinks I'm some kind of slut. Sure, he's really handsome and has those awesome red eyes, and-. She mentally slapped herself again. You've only just met this guy! Aryll thought.

Komali stared at her, well, to be more precise, her body. He started to wonder if crashing into her was totally an accident, or if his body had some help from his hormones. After all, she was quite an attractive girl. He nodded his head. "That'll be fine." He turned his head and looked out the window. "So, what's there to do here?"

"Well,"she dropped her spoon in her bowl. "Not a whole lot, really. Just spending your days wishing you were somewhere else." Aryll smiled. "Tell me, what's it like on your island?

Komali closed his eyes, reveling in her childish innocence. It wasn't something he often saw. The only other person who was like that had been Medli...but now she was gone. "It's not too exciting. Mostly working. Running the postal system for the entire world isn't easy, you know. And I have prince duties on top of that."

Aryll made a cute frown. "Prince duties? What are those?"

"You know, making appearances and learning the rules of running a tribe" he answered.

"Oh," she said. It was getting hot inside the house. She wondered how Komali could handle it, with all his feathers and such. "How about we go outside?" Aryll suggested. "It's getting kind of warm in here. Komali nodded, thinking the same thing. They both got up and Aryll cleared the dishes. At the door, Komali held the door open for her. She giggled internally, feeling like someone important.

Outside, Aryll led the way to highest point of the island, chatting with Komali all the way. She felt like she was talking only about herself though. He wasn't saying anything, just making a comment every now and then. They sat down on a big rock that had been warmed by the sun. Komali looked up and said, "Din certainly is happy today."

Aryll tilted her head to the side, facing him, blonde hair shining in the sun. "Din? Isn't she one of the Goddesses who created Hyrule?"

Komali nodded, "Indeed she is. She is also the Goddess of the Sun, much like Farore is the Goddess of the Moon and Nayru is the Goddess of the Stars. They created the world as their utopia, and put the sun, moon, and stars in it to remind us of them. Our Mothers."

She gave him a playful shove. "You sure know a lot about this" He winced and held back an exclamation of pain. So quickly this girl has become a friend, he thought. She has no concern of my status, of who I am. This is...nice.

Aryll looked back up at the sky. Clouds were drifting lazily by. She smiled and stretched out on her back. Komali continued to sit, afraid he would hurt his wing even further if he laid down. "Have you ever played the cloud game?" he asked her.

She laughed, "Of course I have! Wanna play?" Komali nodded. "Fine then" Aryll smiled. She looked up at the clouds and pointed at one "There, that one looks like Korok."

Komali searched the sky and pointed at another "That one is a Zora."

They continued playing until the sun started to set, when they finally decided they needed to head back to Aryll's house.

A/N: So, this is written for you Mandy! I don't know if I'll have the second chapter up soon or not. Yes, I'm gonna keep writing it, even if I get no reviews. However, reviews are greatly appreciated, even if they are mean and nasty or nice.