Hello again! Sorry this took a while. This chapter is just quite long for Clash. Thank you to FriedCuccoLady and TheBigOne for reviewing and FCL for favoriting! I respond to reviews through PM's. Let's cut the chatter and get to the chapter!
(Day 1. 8yru13. The island of Skyloft.)
Matt walked over to the old looking bridge. Curious as to the purpose of the bridge, he looked over the edge. What he saw made him stumble back so far, he hit the other railing and almost tumbled over the edge.
Below him was a sea of clouds. Matt rubbed his eyes, and looked down again. It was still there. That's impossible. Matt thought to himself. Then, Matt thought of the implications.
Matt rubbed his hands together excitedly. Islands don't just float without a reason. Matt thought to himself.
"It must be powered by something." Matt mumbled to himself, his brain working up possibilities. "Maybe..." Matt ran the rest of the way to the building.
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(This is one of those handbook parts. Just stay tuned if you want more of the regular story.)
The Knight Academy: A building for student education. 2 floors, both with dorms. Classrooms on first floor, instructor's rooms on 2nd. Headmasters office is on the 2nd floor. Apparently, this school teaches you how to be a knight. Nope, no other professions. Just a knight. Doesn't anyone want to be anything different? Why don't we get a few mechanics down here? How about a scientist who can give someone like me a power source? Heck, how about some teachers? How did these teachers get taught, anyways?
Apparently the students that graduate get to wear those funny hats and uniforms. (Tunics...) That doesn't make sense. Why do the students have to wear uniforms when they get out of school? I guess that Pipit character goes here, too. Some girl with a similar uniform was mumbling something about class with him while going down the hall. Better check out the headmaster and ask how this island stays in the air.
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Matt knocked at the grand wooden door at the top of the stairs. After a few moments, a deep voice spoke. "Come in."
Heeding the voice, Matt opened the door and stepped into the rather small room. The entire right wall of the square room was covered with books, The other walls were bare, with the exception of a window in the front of the room and a red banner with words on it adorning the left wall. Matt couldn't read the words on the banner, so he assumed they were written in a different language. The main feature of the room was the large, paper covered wooden desk taking up the middle of the room, which the headmaster of the academy sat behind.
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Headmaster Gaepora: Headmaster of the Knight Academy. He needs a diet. What do people even eat on a floating island, anyways? He has a belt that covers his entire expansive stomach with a strange looking bird design on it. He has eyes the size of my fist, with bushy eyebrows that double as hair. Seriously, I actually mistook his eyebrows for tufts of hair. His eyebrows look like snakes crawling up the surface of his bald head. He also has a small, pure white beard. He looks pretty old and wise. I definitely understand why this guy is the headmaster of the academy. Even though his eyebrows are the stuff of nightmares.
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Matt's feet tread lightly over the wooden floors as he walked over to a simple wooden chair that stood in front of the desk. He sat down, not oblivious to the headmaster's surprised look as he analyzed him.
"I have never seen you before." He said in a deep, although not unkind, voice. "Who are you?"
Matt decided he should respond to most of the question honestly. He was the one who came to the office, after all.
"My name is Matt. As for who I am," He said, looking the headmaster straight in the eye. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
The headmaster sighed and shook his head. He seemed tired, and there were dark spots under his eyes. On the desk were several ancient looking books open. They appeared to be half read.
He looked back at me. "My daughter was just brought down to a land I thought was only legend by a black tornado. I would honestly believe anything you told me right now."
"Well, there's another planet called..." He interrupted me.
"It is alright, it does not matter it this time." He said. "What brings you here?"
Relieved that I did not have to give away information, I replied honestly. "I am looking for a power source to save my home. Do you know where I could find one?"
The headmaster shook his head. "We are most likely unfamiliar with the type of power you are referring to. You said you came from another planet. Clearly, you know things none of us know. I am afraid I could not be of assistance. However," He added, seeing my bitterly disappointed expression. "You may find what you are looking for on the surface."
"The surface?"
"As you are no doubt aware, this island resides in the clouds." Matt wanted to interrupt him to ask how, but he held his tongue. "Below this land is a place known as the surface. Most of us thought it was nonexistent, but recent events have proved it to exist." He looked out the window, and for the first time, I noticed the green pillar of light that illuminated the sky.
"My daughter was taken to this land by a black tornado." The headmaster continued. "Her friend, Link, went down to bring her back home. Here, his gaze adopted a far away look. "I hope they're ok..." He mumbled.
He returned from his thoughts after a couple of seconds and sighed. "You did not come to hear an old man's problems." He said. "I am afraid that I can not help you with your problem. My only word of advice is to go down to the surface. Perhaps you will find what you seek.
"How can I get down there? It's a long fall."
The headmaster stroked his beard. (Like a boss.) "I had not thought of that. Link uses his sailcloth, but we have no more of those. Maybe someone could let you borrow a piece of cloth."
Matt didn't like the idea of him falling who knows how long and his only lifeline being a piece of cloth. He would have to find some other way down.
"By the way, how does this island float?" Matt asked. The headmaster looked truly intrigued by his question.
"Why, I do not know."
"So you're telling me that you've lived on a floating island all of your life and never questioned how it floats in the air?"
"I guess that I just got used to it after many years. I have never seen an island that does not float."
"I guess that makes sense. Thanks anyways." Matt said as he walked out of the office and in to the hallway of the academy.
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Matt walked outside into the sun and bright green grass. Deciding he definitely needed some time to think, he sat down along one of the edges of the island in front of the academy. It impressed him how high up this island was, and he wondered how he could possibly get down. He wished he could just warp down there...
Matt's eyebrows shot skyward and he smiled. "Maybe I can," He mumbled, pulling the info-space opener out of his pocket. "Maybe I can."
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Info-Space opener: A device (It looks like a glove.) that can open Info-Space, a room in which anything can be stored. The opener acts as a creator of tiny wormholes, compressing an object in the opener small enough to open a miniature black hole. There, a person can use the other wormhole located in the Info-Space to store any item necessary by putting an item inside the wormhole created by the opener. The device is powered by light, not just the sun. Please note that this has not been tested with life forms. Putting any living thing into the Info-Space is not recommended. Please refrain from doing so.
Trans-Dimentioonalizer: One of my own creations. Allows for very stable holes in the fabric of space to be created. In one, and out the other! This can be used for transporting resources and even life forms from point A to point B. Who needs walking when you can be lazy! Also, it comes with the added feature of being powered by air. Also can be used to avoid falling to your death. Now compatible with the Info-Space opener! Warning: My explode. Just kidding! Or am I...
The Analysis Machine: Called that until I find a better name. The Analysis Machine, unlike the other two, is not for sale. It can scan an enemy for weakness, read your thoughts, shoot lasers, scan for Riftarian technology, show the best place to put portals, copy and apply data from life forms, and most importantly scan for any potential power sources. Oh, yea, and it's powered by air. This is the best pair of glasses money can't buy. Why yes, it is the most awesome thing ever. Be jealous, fools.
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Matt pulled the Info-Space opener out of his pocket. "I'm surprised it survived the crash." He thought aloud as he pressed the activation button on the glove, which he wore on his left hand. "But I'm not complaining."
The wormhole (Which from now on will be referred to as a portal.) opened. Matt jumped inside. The storage room of the info space looked like a plain, gray, square room. Not very exiting, but it served it's purpose. Matt took the Trans-Dimentionalizer and slipped it over the Info-Space opener. Then, he bent down and grabbed his most useful invention, the analysis machine. He synced it with the Trans-Dimentionalizer so he could shoot portals based on where he was looking.
He left the Info-Space room and closed the portal. He then powered up the analysis machine. The HUD opened up in front of his eyes, which displayed the exact time of day, all of his vital signs, and it would display more once he turned the modes on.
"Power up complete." Oh, and did he mention it could talk?
"Hello, Matt. How can I be of assistance?"
` Matt smiled. He really loved this thing. "Well, we have a problem. We need to get to that." He said, gesturing to the green pillar of light. "Unfortunately, we are on an island floating in the sky. Have any brilliant ideas?"
"Give me time!" The machine snapped in an annoyed voice. (Can robotic voices sound annoyed?) "Now analyzing." After a few seconds, it said. "Analysis complete. The light appears to not have any significance to our primary objective. However, it does have a traceable energy signature. There appear to be two more like it."
Matt looked around. Sure enough, there were two more pillars. One was a dark red, while one was a neutral yellow. "I don't see how I didn't notice those. Please continue."
"Affirmative. The light appears to have the purpose of guiding someone to a location, seeing as it is very noticeable. Getting to this to investigate would be advised. It most likely acts as a sort of gateway to the surface." Matt's eyebrows rose, but than he remembered that the machine could read his thoughts.
The machine continued. "You will be able to get down using the Trans-Dimentionalizer. Scanning for surfaces to apply portals that are near the pillar of light." Matt's field of view zoomed in until he could see a smaller floating island near the pillar. "I recommend getting down that way. There may be more floating islands. Perhaps you can use the Trans-Dimentionalizer to travel between island to island."
Matt grinned, glad that a solution had finally been reached. "I'll do that. Thanks for the analysis!"
"That is the reason that I exist."
Matt shrugged. "Good point. Let's get going!"
With that, Matt ran off. Behind him he left a very confused little girl who wondered exactly who the strange boy had been talking to.
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Matt reached the edge of the island. Not wanting to have to answer any questions, he avoided the town square area and cut through an area of houses. They were built into the ground, and for some reason Matt thought of tiny humanoids living in little holes in the ground. *
He stood at the edge of a wooden platform overlooking the clouds below. If Matt didn't have a mission, he would have stopped to admire the view.
"Alright." Matt said to the analysis machine. "Run portal placement optimization program."
"Running. Now displaying best locations for island hopping." The HUD now showed the best places to put the portals.
"Put portals in all locations." Matt ordered.
"You got it, boss."
"Don't call me that."
"Yes, sir."
"I hate you sometimes."
"Portal placement finished. You going to show off now?"
Matt didn't respond. Instead, he did a running jump into the portal right in front of him. He was ejected on an island quite a ways away. Not wanting to loose momentum (or just to show off.) he did a back flip into the next portal on an island only a few feet away from him. He came out of that portal and saw that the portal was on the side of one of the islands. As such, he did a mid air corkscrew right into the portal.
Matt shot out of a portal at the top of one of the islands. The next portal was the last.
"Sorry. I couldn't place them all. Too many." The analysis machine apologized. For some reason, it almost sounded mischievous. Matt ignored it and concentrated on the task on hand.
Matt did a triple somersault into the next portal. He was shot out on the side of the island. The island he was facing had a metal fence like thing. Matt shot a portal at the fence, then passed under a shadow of an island above them. He shot a portal at the side of the island. He swung on the bars right into the portal in the fence.
He spun out of the portal he had just created and saw that he was about to land on the top of the island that had the fence like thing. He broke his fall by rolling and landed successfully on the island. Matt turned, and saw Skyloft was far behind him. He was just in front of the green pillar of light. Matt laughed triumphantly at his success.
"What a show off." The analysis machine mumbled. Matt pretended not to hear.
"Ready to go?' Matt asked, ready to jump into the pillar of green light.
"Why do you care?"
"I don't. Let's go!"
Matt jumped off the island, accompanied by a robotic scream from the analysis machine. Matt laughed at the sensation (and the scream.) as he tumbled through the open sky into the unknown land below.
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(Day 1. 8yru13. Faron Woods.)
Ghirahim stood on a ledge on the Great Tree. The scene he watched with great interest was another boy tumbling through the sky. He crossed his arms, sighed, frowned.
"Another one has come?" He said with plain disinterest, yet disbelief. "Oh well. Let the sky child get more allies." He grinned sadistically. "More playthings for me and my master." He turned to the bokoblin general by his side. "I have quite a bit of pent up anger, you know." The general cowered in fear and began shaking.
Paying him no mind, the demon's face darkened. "All because of... him."
The general's instinct was to run and hide. The last time master had talked about the child, he had slaughtered hundreds of the general's men before he had finally calmed down.
"The sky child... you see..." Ghirahim began shaking. He lifted his arms skyward in rage and shouted. "HE RUINS EVERYTHING! HE MUST BE DESTROYED!" The sadistic demon summoned a knife and threw it at an unfortunate crow who happened to be passing by. The knife hit the crow straight in the chest. The crow dropped to the ground, thoroughly dead.
Ghirahim lowered his arms and saw the general cowering behind a branch. Well, at least he knows his place. Ghirahim thought to himself, smiling inwardly.
He turned to face the general, his eyes still murderous from his latest of many fits of rage. "I want you to make sure the boy dies. Send how many bokoblins you want, I don't care. Just see to it that he is destroyed."
The general nodded, and Ghirahim warped him to the temple, their base of operations in the woods. Then he let out a laugh laced with sadism and disappointment. "Those imbeciles couldn't kill a fly if I sent a thousand of them. I need to make sure business is taken care of. This," He gestured to the spot where the boy had landed. "might take care of some pent up anger. That can't be good for me. Or him..."
He grinned sadistically. Then he let out the soft chuckle of the insane. He then let out a full blown laugh loud enough to wake the many dead boloblins in the Ancient Cistern.
He summoned his favorite pain bringing tool, his black rapier. Without another word, he snapped his fingers dramatically and warped away in a flurry of his signature diamonds.
(* Lord of the Rings reference, in case you didn't get that. Referring to the hobbits.)
That last part was rather... creepy for Clash. Oh well. He hopes he caught Ghirahim's sadistic nature well enough. That was easily the longest thing he has ever written. 8 1/2 pages! He was never a one for long chapters. Sorry this took a while! See you next chapter!