If you couldn't tell, I'm completely obsessing over the new Legend of Zelda game. Skyward Sword is amazing.
The plot of the game is pretty awesome, and I really wanted to do a fic telling Link's side of the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda or any of the characters therein.
The wind rushes by as I soar closer to the luminescent beacon emerging from the clouds. The emerald glow emanating from the pillar of light gives everything a greenish tint as I draw closer on my Loftwing. His bright crimson feathers take on a bluish hue in this light, and I am painfully reminded of you. Tearing my eyes away, I squeeze them shut, trying to block out the visions of the tornado, of you falling, reaching out to me. I try to forget how I couldn't reach far enough to grab your outstretched hand. How you slipped from my grip and plummeted to the surface. How I failed to save you.
The sword strapped to my back rattles against the wooden shield that I carry, its spirit whispering reassurances in my ear. Determined once again, I direct my Loftwing into a dive, the opening in the clouds clearly visible, even from this distance. I feel my Loftwing's agitation as we approach the cloud barrier. Deep down, a tiny part of me knew that he would never be able fly me all the way to the ground, but I still feel my insides churn at the thought of leaping from this height, and having nothing there to catch me.
My thoughts flash to the only time I have fallen. Was it only just yesterday that you pushed me from that ledge? The feeling of tumbling helplessly through the sky is still fresh in my mind. But even then, you were there to catch me. No matter what I've done, you've always been there to pick me up, to save me.
Now it's my turn to save you.
My Loftwing soars over the gaping hole in the clouds. I take a deep breath, and throw myself off. Screeching, the red bird soars up and away, and I silently say goodbye to my feathered friend. The wind screeches in my ears, striking my face as I plummet towards the surface. I vaguely wonder if this was how you fell, if you held the same fear deep in your heart as I do now. The realization that no one will be there to catch me seems to only make my descent faster. My heart races as I begin to panic, wondering what I should do.
My life flashes before my eyes, and I regret. I regret not spending more time with you. I regret not saving you. I regret not telling you how important you are to me. I regret not telling you how much I love you.
A thought races through my mind, and I quickly pull your sailcloth out of my pack. Clutching it tightly in my hands, I press it against my chest, as if holding a piece of you. The smell that is distinctly you wafts over my nose as I bury my face in the cloth and close my eyes. I can almost feel your calming presence radiating from the cloth, soothing me as being around you always does.
The sword whispers to me once again, breaking me out of my mourning. My eyes fly open, and I let the sailcloth slow my fall. I land lightly, and carefully fold the cloth before looking at my surroundings. The tall trees block out the sunlight, casting everything into shadow. The grass here is longer and darker than the kind that grows in Skyloft. Everything is in a struggle to survive, stretching themselves towards the tiny rays of sunlight filtering down through the canopy. I stare in awe, wondering how high those trees are. I wish you could be here with me to see this. I wonder what your reaction would have been. A red feather drifts down from the heavens, into my outstretched hands. I turn my gaze skyward, to the clouds high above. Clutching the feather, I make a promise to myself, and to you.
Zelda, my own goddess...
I will rescue you.
