They say ignorance is bliss, such is true for a race that has lived hidden above the clouds of Hyrule. Only when one is forced to the ground below does she learn of a plan to destroy them. Now with Link helping her, will their combined force be enough to save her race from evil's grasp?

Legal stuff: The Legend of Zelda and its characters belong to Nintendo, not to me. Self-made characters however, do belong to me, so no copying.

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  It was a beautiful day above the clouds. The sun shone brightly upon their creamy white tops, the Light Soarans lived for days like this, when the clouds were so firm you could walk upon their tops without worrying about falling through soft patches. The Light Soarans prided themselves with being secluded, not knowing what lay below the clouds. True, there were stories of early adventurers that had wandered below and found a race that had looked quite like them, only wingless, but these were regarded merely as fairy tales and myths, suitable only for small children that were unable to sleep at night.

  Today most of the Light Soarans were enjoying the sunny day, leisurely spending their time chatting with one another, practicing their skills, and simply lazing about. Today was a day to simply enjoy and be happy, not worrying about anything was the attitude shared by the villagers that day.

  All accept for one.

  Zyte cursed herself as she maneuvered around a particularly large puff of cloud.

  *Why? Why did I chose this day to sleep in?* she thought, *I'm going to be so late for the sword ceremony!* The other students already picked on her because of her different color eyes and choice of clothing, and now this. Normally, Light Soaran's eyes were hazel, but Zyte's were a bright medium blue, something the other students at the training school Zyte attended were quick to notice. And then there were her clothes, most male Light Soaran's chose to wear long pants and long sleeved shirts, while the girls chose to wear dresses and skirts, and they were always colors of the sky, blues and whites, some even wore the dark blacks and grays of storm clouds. Though everyone wore leather boots or shoes, most of them were made rather thin. Zyte, on the other hand, wore a bright, forest green tunic with pure white leggings and white sleeves that covered her limbs. Her boots had been made with thicker leather, which suited her fine, as they were perfect for mining the pyre crystals that nestled in the clouds where fire sometimes appeared into the sky. For this reason she also wore leather gauntlets on her hands, well, for that reason and that they helped her keep a grip on the practice swords they used. Her choice of clothes suited the warrior class better anyway, tunics allowed a less restricted range of movement, something that could mean the difference between life and death in battle. And yet the way of the sword was a dying art, few people chose to learn it nowadays, and of those few even less were female. Women were never prevented from learning the way of the swordsman, but they weren't exactly encouraged either. Zyte herself was one of only two other girls in this year's class, and she had a feeling that the other girls were there only to ogle the boys.

  Zyte's forehead creased as she remembered why she chose this particular color. It had happened ten years ago, when she was five. She had left her mother's side to run to her father, who had just returned home. Just before she had reached him, however, she had fallen through a soft spot in the cloud. She had not known how to fly then, and had plummeted through the cloud. Her father had gone streaming after her, and had caught her before she had passed completely through, but she had fallen far enough to catch a glimpse of trees below. These trees differed from the ones above the clouds. These had leaves of bright green, all of the Lecan trees above that grew above the clouds had pale white leaves. This at first had startled her, but then the more she thought of it, the more she liked the color. She had begged her mother to make her clothes that color, and her mother, though skeptical, had agreed, even though she included some of the white she had previously worn in the new outfit. Zyte was startled to find tears stinging her eyes, she hastily wiped them away.

  *They're gone,* she thought, *and thinking about them won't bring them back, so you might as well just stop it.*

  Lost in her thoughts, Zyte didn't notice another looming puff and flew straight threw it, emerging on the other side damp and slightly chilled. Her stormy gray wings were now covered in dew drops.

  "Great," she muttered, "not only am I late but now I'm soaked."

  She couldn't believe how late it was when she had woken up. And on graduation day at that, she was best swordsman in the class, much to the displeasure of the male students. She been so rushed this morning, she had only grabbed her Lecan wood bow and quiver full of arrows and rushed out the door, she hadn't even woken up her guardian, Leyann.

  Leyann…

  Another reason she was picked on. A guardian appeared to every Light Soaran the day they were born. Each guardian was said to symbolize what that person would be like. The tiny winged pyre lizards were said to symbolize the birth of a courageous soul. The winged foxes known as kytels appeared to a soul that would one day be full of wisdom. And the gerahks, the hawks that bore razor sharp claws on their wings, they were for ones that would strive for power.

  Every Light Soaran born was destined to receive one of these, all but she. She had received Leyann. Leyann was a bright blue fairy. No one in the entire history of the Light Soarans had ever received a fairy. She was picked on the most because of this.

  But she didn't care, she wouldn't have traded Leyann for anything. Leyann was her best and only friend.

  Zyte differed from other Light Soarans in one other way, and this was a secret she guarded the most. Only Leyann knew of this secret.

  Absorbed in this fresh flow of thoughts, Zyte didn't notice the shadows that had begun to follow her underneath the clouds.

  A sudden screech burst her out of her thoughts.

  She stopped abruptly and hovered in the air. Looking for the source of the screech she reached into the pouch she held by her belt and drew out the last pyre crystal. She knew what had made the screech, there was only one thing that could have, a Dark Soaran.

  A pair of them suddenly burst out of the clouds below her.

  *Shoot*

  Zyte quickly turned around and started flying as fast as she could, weaving in and out of clouds puffs. One she might have been able to handle if she had her sword, but not two.

  Dark Soarans were the source of many children's nightmares, even the adults would sometimes dream about them. Dark Soarans were basically huge winged lizards. A sharp sickle-shaped blade adorned their tails, and their wings were pitch black. A large claw topped each of their clawed talon-like hind feet, their fingers ended in smaller versions, but were no less sharp. Their scaly, beaked head were topped with three small horns arranged in a triangular fashion. And their eyes, the cold dark slits that always seemed consumed with greed.

  A sudden prickle of alarm went off in her senses and she quickly dodged, barely missing the beam that had shot out of one of the Dark Soaran's horns.

  *Great,* she thought, *not only am I late and soaked, but now I'm being pursued by a pair of Dark Soarans out for my blood, and they're shooting at me, could this day get any worse?*

  Another beam went streaming past, closely followed by a second. Zyte wouldn't be able to keep this up forever, she had to do something now.

  Still clutching the pyre crystal, Zyte quickly spun around to face the Dark Soarans, practically flying backwards. She raised the hand that held the gem, feeling it grow hot.

  "Take this!"

  She threw the crystal at the Dark Soarans, watching it streak through the air toward them. The Dark Soarans noticed it coming too late, just as the crystal reached them it exploded in a ball of flame. The Dark Soarans shrieked with pain as the flames burnt their skin before disappearing in a puff of black smoke.

  Zyte gave a huge sigh of relief, that had been way too close.

  She turned to leave, but again her senses prickled in alarm. Almost too late she twisted as another Dark Soaran swept past her, its claws nearly slashing her throat. Though she managed to prevent it from getting her throat she wasn't able to avoid the attack. She herself gave a cry of pain as the claws cut her shoulder, drawing pain and blood.

  She wheeled to face the Dark Soaran even though her arm was now in considerable pain. She didn't even hear the second one rushing toward her.

  The second one rammed her with such force that it nearly knocked her out of the sky. Struggling to right herself and ignore the new pain in her shoulder she looked up right before the first one slammed into her.

  She was slammed out of the air again, this time however she felt her consciousness slipping. The air rushed past her as she began to fall, darkness obscuring her vision. The last thing she heard was the Dark Soaran's victorious shriek as she lost consciousness.