Hello! Thanks for clicking on this story! I'm BoldText, one of Clash's assistants. (The other is me! Parenthesis text! I usually make comments on the story.) I'll be handling author's notes. Note that this is an introduction of sorts. Here's how most of the story will work:

Little snippet of a story, explaining how Matt (The main character.) got to the place he's in, and what he was thinking when he wrote the addition. These parts will happen when I feel like writing stuff like that. Please remember that this is experimental, so please tell me if it doesn't work!

Handbook: These parts are where Matt comments on what he sees around him. Most of the comments will be humorous, sarcastic, and will comment on things that don't really make sense in the world of Zelda.

Ok, so let me tell you a bit of a back story that will help you understand why I'm on this planet in the first place.

I come from a planet of people like me: Rift Runners. Long story short, we travel through dimensions and prevent evil from winning decisive battles to take over the universe and stuff. Unfortunately, the rifts we create to travel through dimensions take an enormous amount of power. Sadly, that's power we don't have.

Now, instead of fighting evil and stuff, we search for a power source for our depleted home planet. We sent unmanned probes with empty power collecting fuel cells powered by AA batteries to several different planets, but the probes came back empty handed. All except one.

One probe came back with full fuel cells! Overjoyed, we sent a team of three people on a mission to go to the probe's coordinates when it found the power source and come back with a stable power source. Those three people were me, a mechanical genius named Wyatt, and Major Alph to command the mission.

We got to the coordinates uneventfully. I worked on the Trans-Dimentionalizer, a device that allows for portals through time and space to be created. We were about to land on the strange planet, when something went wrong. (Yay.)

Just as we were about to initiate the landing sequence, our empty fuel cells were overloaded with power! We were about to turn around and head home when three giant triangles appeared from the surface of the planet and blinded us! The fuel cells were over loaded and the ship exploded from the energy consumption. Luckily, the three of us manages to escape in the three escape pods that were equipped with the ship. The escape pods blasted us to three different locations on the planet.

So, long story short, instead of us finding some super futuristic planet with a stable power source, I ended up landing on a planet that still thinks hitting people with metal is a neat idea. How could this planet have a power source?

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OK, so I just landed on a flying wooden house. I'm honestly surprised I didn't break the thing. It looks like a pretty flimsy, glorified wooden box with a light blue cloth roof on top of it. How does this thing stay in the air? That bright red propeller attached to the board in the middle holding the cloth up doesn't look like it could support this structure in flight. Is this the extent of flight this civilization has reached?

Anyways, I appear to be flying around some massive, multicolored tent. There are people going in and out of it through openings in the tent. Some of the people streaming in and out have strange, funnel hats, some don't. The hats match the color of the kid's clothes. The people with the strange hats are usually older kids. Is this some strange fashion?

The house doesn't seem to be landing, so I jump off the top. The house seems to move faster after I leave. It definitely is strange. Isn't having a flying house inconvenient? Although, the real question to me is is how the house is powered.

There doesn't seem to be any way to get back up, so I decide to postpone the investigation and ask people where I am. I go up to the first person I see, who has a yellow... thing (It's called a tunic.) on. He also has one of those strange floppy hats, which is also yellow. He greets me as I walk up to him.

"Hi!" He calls over to me. "I'm Pipt. Who are you? I've never seen you around here before."

'I'm Matt." I respond. "I'm a traveler."

He adopts a curious expression on his face. "Oh." He looks down. "That's odd." He mumbles. I don't see how being a traveler is considered odd. Maybe the people here just don't get visitors very often. He picks his head up to look at me. "From where?"

This is where I hesitate. Should I tell him I'm from another planet? This place, judging by the technology I've seen so far, hasn't warmed up Rift Travel. Or any form of space travel, for that matter.

"Around." I answer vaguely. Sensing that I won't give a more revealing answer, he changes gears in the conversation.

"What brings you to Skyloft?" Hmm... what an interesting name. I wonder why this place is called that. Now that he indirectly mentions it, why don't I see any clouds? I was unconscious for most of my decent, so what did I miss?

I decide to answer relatively honestly. "I am looking for a power source. Would you happen to know where I could find one?" Maybe I'd get lucky and find a power source soon. Of course, something up there hates me, so I received no luck.

The boy known as Pipit scratched the back of his neck. "Gee, I wouldn't know about anything like that. Maybe the headmaster would, though..." He mumbled the last part to himself with his head down. He raised his head and said, "How about you talk to the headmaster! He's in that white building over there." Pipit pointed over a wooden bridge towards a square, white building with a bronze bell and a chimney on top of it.

Matt shrugged. "May as well. Thank you, Pipit."

Pipit smiled. "No problem. Happy to help. Hope you find the power source!" With that, Matt nodded and went off to the white building, hoping against hope to get some sort of power source.

Well, that it! Sorry it's so short, writing with his old laptop is a pain. Some of the keys are missing, so there is some trial and error involved. Not to mention, the cursor likes to erratically bounce around the screen, making me type sections in places they aren't intended to be typed. It took him a while to type me! Anyways, see you next time! (Which might be a while. Clash doesn't know.)