The start of this story takes place before the events of Skyward Sword. After the first few chapters, it will proceed during the events that take place.
Amana is an original character and not part of the Zelda character, therefore she is copyrighted to me.
Zelda characters and official game events belong to Nintendo.

Chapter One: Tempting Fate

Amana awoke with a gasp and shot into a sitting position. Green eyes scanned her surroundings, shifting from side to side. Safe in her bedroom. Not in the storm.

A dream.

A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin and her chest heaved with each shallow breath she took. The young woman pressed her elbows against her knees and buried her face in her hands. She attempted to draw a deep breath; she coughed and shook her head as her lungs rejected the oxygen. Segments of the dream flashed through her mind.

Zelda.

How she fell and vanished beneath the dark clouds. Clouds that should have been white.

"It won't happen," she muttered. "It doesn't need to happen…"

Running a hand through her long hair, multiple shades darker than Zelda's, Amana inhaled sharply. Her breath became even – slower and deeper. Five times in a fortnight. Five times, that dream plagued and tormented her sleep. Worry settled in the pit of her stomach.

Her dreams never repeated so often.

Amana inhaled deeply and stood up. Grabbing a towel off her chair, she wiped the sweat off her face and neck. That finished, she proceeded to take her garments from her closet and get dressed. She ran a brush through her hair and wove her hip-length locks into a braid, allowing shorter, dark blonde strands to frame her face.

The memory of her dream lingered in the back of her mind, tormenting her silently. A knot tightened in her stomach as dread settled over her. Her dreams rarely came true, yet she felt this one would. A voice in the back of her mind whispered and unsettled her usual confidence. For one of the few times in her life, she distrusted not knowing what would or would not happen.

With a small scoff, Amana shook her head. Foolish. Another dream claimed Groose would win the Wing Ceremony. When she informed her sister of that, Zelda had laughed and told her confidently that Link would win. Amana laughed with her, cursing her foolishness. Groose defeat Link? It would not happen. Not even in a million years.

Her mood brighter, Amana slipped her feet into her flip-flops, left her room and headed for the exit of the Knight Academy. The sun shone brightly down on her form; the warmth brought a smile to her lips. She twirled once, twice, her dress shifting with the motion. The royal blue material settled just a few inches below her knees once she halted the spinning.

Nearby, someone let out a soft laugh and she turned. "Someone's in a good mood today."

"A bit." Amana smiled at the other young woman. "How are you today, Karane?"

"Same as usual. Just waiting for my next class."

Amana searched her mind for the day's classed. "Swordplay? Good luck with that."

"Yes, thanks! Enjoy your day."

"You, too!"

Amana waved and headed across the nearby bridge and glanced down at the lower portion of Skyloft. The bazaar stood in the center and people rushed in and out of it. Parents bought food, while students at the academy stocked up on other things. Some used their pocket money to buy potions, while others improved their equipment. A ship circled above the bazaar – Beedle's Airshop. She never understood why he could not simply sell his goods in the bazaar.

Amana let out a soft sigh and headed up the large staircase to her left. Her feet led her to the statue of the Goddess; the statue overlooked Skyloft, watching over it and its people just as the Goddess watched over them. She stopped in front of the statue and brought her fingers to her lips; Amana's whistled pierced the air.

A breeze shifted the hem of her dress as she stared up at the blue sky. In the distance, a large bird flew in her direction. The creature landed in front of her, flapping its wings to slow its descent.

"Hi there." Amana's smile broadened and she ran her hand along her loftwing's deep indigo feathers. "Such a beauty…"

"I see you finally woke up."

Amana turned at the sound of the familiar voice. An older man with a sturdy build looked down at her. His orange robe stood out against the surroundings, with his telltale mustache and beard covering his face.

"I stayed up late, reading. Have you seen Zelda?" She pushed the thought of that night to the back of her mind. "I haven't seen her yet, today."

"That's because you woke up late," he explained with a small laugh. "She headed off to the Lumpy Pumpkin for lunch."

The Lumpy Pumpkin. A warning went off in her mind; it was too much of a coincidence. It wasn't right. Zelda rarely traveled to the Lumpy Pumpkin alone; she always went with friends, and never often.

"She should return soon."

Amana masked her worry with a small smile. "I think I'll go join her."

On cue, her loftwing took off into the sky. As if she sensed Amana's plan – understood the words she spoke. They shared their bond well.

After waving at him, Amana ran towards the edge of the island and dove into the sky. She fell, enjoying the feel of the wind, before she whistled. Within mere moments, the bird swooped up beneath Amana and she landed on her back. Stroking her feathers, Amana urged her on, turning her onto a southeastern path.

Towards The Lumpy Pumpkin.

Wind whipped around her and Amana's loose locks flew around her face. Stroking the feathers on her loftwing's neck, she urged her faster. Ahead, the white clouds morphed and became darker the nearer she got to the famous bar – the restaurant her sister ate lunch at. What was she thinking, going there alone?

Minutes that seemed like hours ticked by as she stayed on course. The white fluff below turned a light grey, growing even darker. Halfway to the Lumpy Pumpkin, solid grey stretched out beneath her and the worst came into view.

Only a quarter of the journey away from the Lumpy Pumpkin, the clouds turned near-black. Unnatural winds pushed against Amana and she tightened her grip in response. The wind chilled her body, despite the warmth that beat down on her. Hesitation clawed at her insides as she stared at the approaching storm.

Go through it to prevent her sister from enduring the event of Amana's dream, thereby risking her own life, or head back and risk her dream coming true? The thought crossed her mind in a flash and her decision followed.

Staring determinedly at the storm, Amana patted the bird's back and continued through the air. Her sister came first, no matter what the danger. Amana would make it to the Lumpy Pumpkin and wait with her until the storm passed and the no-fly warning ended. Once the sky was clear of the danger, they would return to the main island together.

Before Amana could turn back, she entered the dangerous part of the sky. Her loftwing flew higher, increasing the distance between them and the clouds. Flying too close to the clouds, and lightning flashing; the combination that led Zelda to lose control and slip – fall to the depths beneath the cloud barrier.

A strong gust tore through the air. Amana yelped and clung harder to her loftwing; she never felt such powerful winds – even from the small tornados that sometimes plagued the sky. More gusts joined it, pushing against her one by one. The loftwing cawed, the gusts pushing the strong bird towards the clouds. Panic set in, Amana's heart thumping rapidly in her chest.

"No, no, no. Come on – up!"

Lightning sparked beneath them and the indigo-colored bird rose sharply in an ascent too similar to the one in her dream. Amana wrapped her arms around the bird's thick neck, her grip slipping as more gusts threw her off balance. The soft feathers vanished from beneath her hands as the dangerous winds tore her from her loftwing – her partner.

Amana cried out and thrust an arm up in a last attempt to grasp onto her loftwing. Her hand missed and she fell, a scream tearing from her lips. The loftwing tried to dive, and then retreated when lightning created a barrier between them. Amana's throat grew hoarse and her skin turned to ice as the treacherous conditions in her fall took their toll on her. She closed in on the barrier of clouds – the barrier nothing ever returned from.

The moment she hit it, all went black.

Because of the short prologue, I'm giving all of you the first chapter to compensate. The meat of the story is approaching; things will get much more interesting from now on. Let me know what you think!