Hello, SongofStorms7 here. I'm pretty new here, so I thought that a little introduction was in order. Well, thank you very much for choosing to read Skybound! This is a novelization of the Skyward Sword story (which I don't own), but let me assure you that this will not be a page full of game text. I was very surprised and moved by the simple power of the game's story, and it is my greatest hope that I have written this novelization in a way that retains this beautiful simplicity while adding some fresh layers to it. I've written this for both people who have experienced the game and those who are unable to, so please, please review and tell me your thoughts! This is one of my first attempts at writing novel-style, so constructive words are greatly appreciated! Now, without further babbling, here is a short prologue.
The lingering glow of day bathed broad tree trunks in a faint, ruddy light. Dusk had not quite fallen on the vast, dense forest, yet only traces of the sun could be seen through overcast gray clouds. The landscape was soundless, void of even the rustling of wind through trees. The air was thick and charged, as if every living creature was quietly holding its breath in anticipation.
A sound like the rumbling of far-off thunder beat against the heavy silence. The noise, however, did not come from the murky sky. It rose from below the earth, steadily swelling in volume until the entire forest shook with reverberating sound. The ground, unable to contain whatever power was surging up within it, gave a sudden lurch. Then, with an enormous ripping of root and stone, it split open.
A dark mass burst from the fissure, rising above the tallest treetops. Its abyssal maw parted in a roar that sent flocks of birds scattering throughout the forest. The jaws closed, but long silver teeth still jutted out of its mouth. A rippling black fin trailed down its back, rising and falling like smoke. It swung its head slowly back and forth, and then gave it a quick jerk, as if it had forgotten how it felt to have empty air above instead of the imprisoning pressure of earth. The scent of open sky, the invigorator of living creatures, drew a growl from the colossus's throat. Though it lacked memory or mind, a deep resentment, stronger than any instinct of nature, churned within the behemoth. It hated the sky. It hated the earth.
But most of all, it hated her.
The creature's roar, echoing with hollow power, pierced the heavens.