So I'm giving you chapter two too because chapter one is so short, and a little slow. This is a little something extra to whet your whistle. Again, please review! And I promise I won't post again till next Friday.

Link screamed. The bird shrieked again, seemingly loud enough to rattle the whole academy. He leapt up, still wrapped in blankets, but fell to the floor with a thud, completely trapped by the cotton cloth. He squirmed and struggled, trying to extract himself from his cocoon with no luck. He paused for a moment and looked up. If winglofts could laugh, this one was. It looked at him for a moment, contempt in its big, round eyes, and spat a letter at him. It landed on his face with so much force that it bounced off his forehead and settled on to the floor next to him. It screeched and pulled its head out of the window. Suddenly bereft of its support, the window slammed shut as a few violet feathers drifted lazily to the ground.

He dropped his head with a bang. Leave it to Zelda and her bird to pull him out of a dream on a Saturday morning, not that he particularly minded waking from that dream. His naked torso was drenched in sweat and his heart was still pounding. Slowly he became aware of something under his back which was far from comfortable. He sat up slowly. He had been lying on one of his boots, presumably lying where he had kicked it off the night before. He managed to wriggle out of his blankets and stood up. His room was a disaster, as Zelda constantly reminded him. The dresser doors hung open with some cloths hanging haphazardly on hangers, but most were balled up on the floor. Being too tired last night to even try cleaning up, he had simply kicked off his boots and stripped off his shirt, draping it on his desk's chair. Aside from last night's cloths he also had the usual jumble of open books and uncompleted homework.

He sighed and ran a hand through his tousled dirty blond hair. It was Saturday so he knew he wasn't missing class, but still, something was nagging in the back of his mind, something he'd forgotten. He glanced down and his eyes fell on Zelda's letter. He leaned over and scooped it up. He turned it back and forth in the light for a moment. Link was written across the top of the letter in Zelda's neat hand.

He turned it over and ripped it open, pulling out the peace of paper the envelope held.

Hey, sleepyhead. I know how much you like to sleep in, so I'm guessing this letter will be your alarm clock this morning. Did I guess right?

Link smiled. Zelda, his best friend since they were kids, seemed to understand him perfectly.

Rise and shine, Link! Today's the Wing Ceremony! You promised to meet me before it starts, remember? You'd better not keep me waiting. –Zelda

When he was done reading Link smiled sheepishly, though there was no one there to see his grin. That's what he had forgotten! The Wing Ceremony, perhaps the most important day of the year for young knights in training. And of course Zelda. Without her reminder he would have slept through the entire ceremony, forfeited the contest that…well, never mind, and elicited Zelda's anger, the least desirable thing on the aforementioned list.

Link quickly sprang into action. He dropped Zelda's note onto his desk with the growing pile of other such letters. He picked up the boot he had been sitting on and quickly thrust it onto his left foot. Unfortunately, it was his right boot. Quickly realizing his mistake, he wrestled it off and then onto his right foot, tucking the cuff of his olive green pants into the top of the boot when he was done. He quickly scooped on of the least wrinkled shirts out of his closet. It was one of his favorites. Loose white cotton with blue accents around the neck, sleeves, and bottom of the shirt. He wrapped a rust colored band of fabric around his waist and secured it with a narrow belt. His left boot was lying by the door and Link grabbed it on his way out, hopping as he tried to yank the shoe on.