Pianist707: I'm sorry for the long break in adding chapters. I'm a bit of a procrastinator at times, and I sort of dove into Tumbrl for a while. And Skyward Sword, yeah, the point of this OC story. I finished the game, and watching the credits lead me to how I should write the story. But lets continue with the chapter...

Robin: She was also playing Zelda's Lullaby and Midna's Lament too much on the piano.

Pianist707: Obsession. That's why I'm Pianist707.

Disclaimer: Skyward Sword is owned by Nintendo and Shigeru Miyamoto.

The Tornado

Robin

I flew aimlessly around, watching the little duo of Link and Zelda performing the ritual. Zelda placed the Bird Statuette into an indent on the Goddess Statue, strumming a melody that echoes loudly, I can hear it from above on my bird. Soon she walks slowly to Link, saying words that are too low to hear, but I know they are of the ritual. She grants Link the Sailcloth, I note, as I see her unwrap the cloth from shoulder before folding it neatly in a pile, handing it to him.

It takes a long time before I find myself impatient and fly out into the clouds, circling Skyloft with crazy aerial maneuvers. Soon I flutter back to find them below the Statue of the Goddess, their Loftwings flanking them from behind, when they hop on their birds, and start to fly together. I give a friendly wave as they swoop past me. I linger for a while before I follow after.

Loftwings side by side, I burst ahead of them, searching the skies for something to do. The Wing Ceremony is the most exciting thing today, but after that, the mainland has nothing else to do. I could go to Lumpy Pumpkin with Strich, but he always gets jittery with me, as if there are ants in his pants. Maybe I can look at the scattered islands. Little things found there can be of great use. Either I can inform Professor Owlan about the group of plants I found last week. I'm getting closer to Zelda and Link, I realize; I don't want to bother their privacy. I bank a deep left to avoid them.

Hello, Robin.

What was that? I accidentally swerve out of control, and my Loftwing helps me back on track. Weird voices that echo like crazy, wailing, baby Remlits scares the pumpkin soup out of me. Searching around the patterned clouds except they give me nothing to where the voice was. Whatever that voice was, that's very odd. Where did it come from, and what does it mean? Disappear?

Your fate in the land below will be costly to the chosen youth and the mortal reincarnate. The voice repeats with a hint of child-like malice. It is purposeful. I don't understand until I hear a menacing noise. Any Skyloftian would have known what that meant. The problem is that this disaster is unnatural as soon as I snap my head to the noise.

There's a flash of light, and I blink. The whole area is changed, and I feel lost; Skyloft looks completely different. A dark hue of black, pale light helps me only to view the spectacle. The noises continues, and I crane my neck to look at the direction from where it's coming from.

It's a black tornado. A normal event like that sends turbulent winds like swords to a Loftwing and blow away a Loftwing and its rider, much requiring skill to stay away. The problem is different; visibly it is the color of the dark sky, a sign for a flier that today would rain, only that it isn't. Magic was written in the ancient texts I sneaked to Zelda in our earlier and present days. Never have I've seen it up-close.

The black behemoth of a thing is near; I'm going to scream my brains out. No time to go stare at this stuff, I thought grimly, the noise of pounding gavels in my ears. I've got to get out of here…oh, crud! It's too late. The tornado, more like Mr. Shifty Funnel is going to whip my Loftwing's and my butt. This is going to end badly, I know, and fear swells up in my chest. Death or feel pain. It's a choice no one lets me make, there is no choosing.

I want to call for help, but no one is nearby. I'm too far from the land. I have to break away quickly.

FWOOSH! My Loftwing and I brace the buffeting winds, the invisible whips flogging me harshly in the face, leaving tracing stings in my unprotected skin, or my fingers. My bird protests and tries to fight out of the whirling tornado, but nothing happened: this thing is strong. Suddenly I feel like a magnet, something is urging me to stop fighting against the wind. It strengthens as my Loftwing tires.

"G-gah!" A large force smashes into me, knocking the breath out of me and off of my bird. Gravity pulls me down, and I watch in dismay as I face the darkened clouds below Skyloft.

Hopefully Link and Zelda are okay, they were in the skies before the tornado struck. But then I'd be by myself… I swallow, taking on my goggles to protect me from the stinging winds.

My heart is hammering dangerously near the thoughts of explosion. I don't scream as I fall, since my throat is dry. I'm going to die. I tell myself. Maybe it was a freak accident. Zelda might've been saved, and everything went well. But I'm going to die.

I've been closing my eyes the whole time, and when I open them, my guess is true.

The ground rushes up on me before I feel the hard, solid ground, and a sickening snap. And then the pain, it's excruciating. I feel woozy as warm, sticky substance, clouds my goggles. I close them, drifting away into sleep.

This story was done quickly, so there may be lots of errors here. Apologies made to viewers.