Author's Note:

A few years ago, I took down all my stories after a pile of negative interactions with the Fanfiction community. This story was originally published as "Skyward Sword Remix" in 2012, and I recently decided to republish it with a few heavy edits, now that I have a pretty solid idea of where I want the story to go.

One important note: "Prelude to Destiny" (previously Spirit Tracks Remix) was written before this one and introduces a key character, though I will be working on editing that story slightly to fit with my new vision. There are quite a few references to "Prelude" in this story here. Think of it as a prequel, which paves the way towards an endgame plot idea I have for these stories and characters.

I'll leave the last important note for the end of this chapter. As always, thank you for reading, and please drop a comment, or constructive criticism if you feel the urge. I love to hear what readers think, and value all your thoughts!


For many years, the time she had spent in denial of her fate would be blamed on the fact that she had not been ready, her mind unfit to comprehend this enormous burden forced upon her. This excuse was admittedly childish, although quite fitting considering the age she had been drawn out of the life she knew and thrust into another. At the time, it had seemed unfathomable that a destiny so horrific could befall one so young.

But years into the future, when her heart had grown strong enough to remember her lost life without sinking into despair, a revelation would come upon her. For so long she had held onto the hope that what had happened to her was nothing but a dream, for the reason that it had started with exactly that. A dream that began with the uncomfortable sensation of her body lurching to draw her out of the grey area between sleep and consciousness.


She opened her eyes to a soft, blue light permeating throughout the smothering darkness. The light broke off into wisps that flickered around her, forming glowing spheres, and her breath caught in her throat at the familiarness of the small spirit orbs.

"Byrne?" She whispered, daring to believe it could be true. With a feeling of loss she was reminded, as she touched the scarf she wore around her neck, of the time she had spent with Anjean and Byrne, and the destined hero and fated princess. It had always been unclear to her how she had found herself in that storyworld kingdom where there were heroes, magic, and evil forces to be conquered. A world so different than her own.

"Ameila. You must not fear." The voice that spoke was unfamiliar, and ethereal.

"I do not fear. You are just a voice in a dream." She replied, slightly bemused as she floated among the wisps of light. Her mother had told her when she was very young that no matter how terrifying they could get, her dreams would always lack the power to harm her.

"You must gather courage for the great quest you will face."

Mia felt a flicker of excitement in response to these words, and briefly wondered if she was going back. Would they remember her, even though it had been a while? How would things have changed?

"You will witness the awakening of the great hero destined to unite land and sky," the voice went on, growing faint. "And in turn you will learn of the destiny that awaits you."

The girl struggled to retain and understand what she was hearing as the light around her brightened and white, feathery shapes appeared through the fading blue wisps. The light was falling away, or rather, she was falling from it. And at that moment, as she faced a sudden vision of clouds spread before her, she felt fear.

Mia couldn't help but shriek. The weightless feeling made her stomach roll with sickness, and the wind buffeted her ferociously, causing her eyes to tear. As she blinked hard, her attention was caught by brightly-colored shapes moving through the sky all around her, birds with huge wingspans.

Loftwings?


The wind whistled in his ears as Groose gripped the harness tightly and directed his Loftwing in an abrupt turn. He surged ahead as Link pulled up in alarm, consequently losing speed. "Cawlin! Strich!" He yelled, as the two rose on their Loftwings to flank him on both sides. "Where's that bird?"

The three surveyed the skies, searching for the statuette-carrying bird. Obtaining said statue, would result in winning the Wing Ceremony, give Groose an opportunity to ridicule Link, and also provide a chance to be alone with Zelda for once. When he won, Zelda would lead Groose to the Goddess Statue to perform the rest of the ceremony, and when they were finally alone, he would look deep into her blue eyes and proclaim his-

"KEEEYAH!" Groose was interrupted from his pleasant daydream by a cry from overhead. He blinked, and saw Link streaking speedily after the prize bird.

"G-go get him Groose!" Strich yelled.

"We've got you covered!" Cawlin grinned and reached into the pouch tied around his waist, pulling out two gleaming, white eggs.

Groose urged his Loftwing into a steep dive to gain speed before swooping upward and giving chase to his younger classmate. As he grew closer he saw that Link had pulled right alongside the small target bird, but before Link could reach out his arm and snatch the statue, Cawlin gave a whoop and lobbed a slew of eggs down on the surprise Skyloftian.

"Ahh!" Link shouted, momentarily losing control of his bird as egg goo dripped over his hair and into his eyes. "Groose, that's cheating!"

Groose snickered and pulled his Loftwing around, streaking directly towards the golden bird, specifically, the statue the golden bird was holding in its talons. As he flew closer to the statuette which was right there, right there, the sky was filled with the sounds of shrill screams. And something slammed into him and his Loftwing.

"W-what th'-?" The Loftwing gave a squawk and began to drop. Groose grunted and managed to grab onto the reins with one hand, pulling himself back into the saddle. "What's the big idea!?" He demanded, peering down at the girl who had grabbed onto the harness. "What do you think you're doing!? You're messin' up my chances of-"

"Hey, B-boss!" Strich called. "Trouble!"

Groose looked up. A little ways away, Link was grinning and waving the prize statue at him. "Better luck next time!" He called, and gathered the reins, beginning a slow glide back towards Skyloft.

"What!" Groose spluttered in disbelief, then glared down at the girl This was all her fault! Angrily, he gave her a shove. With a startled cry, she lost her grip. Satisfied, Groose started to charge after Link, but stopped when he realized how close Link was to Skyloft and how useless it would be to attempt pursuit. Cawlin and Strich flew over, woeful expressions on both of their faces. "You...you...idiots!" Groose exploded, causing them to jump in their saddles. "You were close enough to him, and you could have...you could have..."

Link had won. Unthinkable. That shrimp was going to get Zelda all to himself now.

"Uh, Groose..."

"WHAT?"

Strich cringed. "Ah, I just thought that maybe...um...uh…

"What he means to say," Cawlin hastily took over, "Is...how could it be our fault? We were just sticking to the plan that YOU made up."

"It was the perfect plan..." Groose trailed off. He had lost. After days of carefully planning everything out, he had LOST.

"Maybe we should go after that girl." Cawlin said eventually. With a growl of irritation, Groose looked down. She had become a small, dark speck against the clouds, and was still falling.

"I'm sure whoever she is, she'll call her Loftwing." He muttered.

"She seemed pretty young, maybe she doesn't have one yet." Cawlin persisted, looking worried.

"Yeah, s-she might really be in trouble!" Stritch added, wringing his hands.

Groose considered this for a moment, before urging his bird into a steep dive. The girl gave a startled jolt when Groose's Loftwing plucked her out of the air and she scrabbled to get a hold of the talon clasped around her middle. Her pale eyes opened wide, and her expression was terrified as she stared up at him.

"Alright, what's your deal?" Groose demanded as they flew towards Skyloft. "What are you doin' in the sky without a Loftwing? And you better start talking, because your crazy antics just cost me winnin' the Wing Ceremony!"

"M-my...I'm s-s...I didn't...mean to." She mumbled as they landed on the diving platform on opposite side of the island from where the ceremony had taken place. Groose's Loftwing released her with a squawking noise and she staggered forwards, falling against a nearby tree. After a moment spent catching her breath, the girl quietly asked, "Where are we?"

"Skyloft, where else?" Groose snapped.

The young girl was silent, pushing the wind-swept hair away from her face and looking like she was about to start hyperventilating. Her expression slowly changed from fright to something like awe as she looked around, her gaze eventually landing back on him. "Do you... know where the chosen hero can be found?"

"Chosen hero? I should have been the chosen hero!" Having the displeasure of being reminded what was now happening between Link and Zelda and the parts they were playing with each other, Groose gave his Loftwing a sharp nudge and rose into the sky. Unpleasant emotions darkened his vision, and within moments, Skyloft was rapidly growing smaller in the distance.


Music is a big inspiration to me when I write. Throughout this story, I'll occasionally be listing a few tracks that helped me shape particular chapters as I wrote them. Some of them are official soundtracks from Skyward Sword, and some aren't, but nearly all of it is instrumental.