Chapter 2

He sighed. The ball passed from one hand, to the other hand. One hand, to the other hand. One hand, to the other hand. The young prince's bedroom was irritatingly silent. Komali was sitting on the cold floor, rolling his straw-woven ball back and forth between his feet; alone. He huffed, shoving the ball away from him, "This is boring…" The ball rolled across the length of the straw carpet and hit the stone wall, bouncing off noiselessly and rustling one of the golden feathers that hung around the room. Komali stared at it, waiting. The ball just sat there, staring back.

"It's just not the same..." Komali frowned and laid down on his side, abandoning his less-than-entertaining game. His attention turned to the wall near his bed. The piles of yellow ducky dolls up on Komali's dresser shelf were staring down at him, expressionless. Grandma made those. Komali rolled over to his other side. Now the gray wall was there to provide no amusement. No one had come to really visit him for a few days. Well, except Medli… And his mother bringing him food every few hours or so did not count. Nobody had been there to pass the ball back, or make funny noises as it rolled around and crashed. Or to tell me a story, he thought sadly. It was not just his grandma (which couldn't really be helped), or the rest of the people who had once been glad to come see the young prince. Medli would normally be here by now, keeping him company. How long has it been already? He rolled on to his back, hands folded together on his stomach. Komali had woken up this morning as usual, very early; right before the crack of dawn. Mama had come down to help him get dressed; she did so in the prevailing silence of the dark. Afterwards Mama would bend down and brush the hairs away from his forehead with her trembling hand. She would kiss Komali's dusty brown head, and say the same thing as the last few days:

"You should go play outside, Komali. The weather is fair." His mama would leave him with a half-hearted smile, her head kept staring down at the ground.

Komali shifted his head to look around the rest of the walls. His room was built deep into the side of the mountain and no window could provide a view of the sun's path. At the thought of sunshine, Komali began to remember life outside of the aerie. The pale sand cushioning his taloned feet as he walked by the shore; and the salty sea water sending a chill up his spine as it splashed his legs. He would laugh. All of the warm light from the sky made his hair sparkle and one side of his body would nearly glow with heat. Komali could feel the taste of salty, fresh air in his mind. Then his mother's words suddenly resurfaced.

The prince scowled. "I'm not going to leave, you know," Komali snapped back at the room. He glared at the ceiling, trying to get some reaction from it. Komali waited, arms crossed. His words soured in the air. A feeling of being forgotten slowly crept over him.

Komali sprawled his arms across the floor in exasperation.

"Well? Is anyone going to come?"

He really didn't mean to sound quite as annoyed as he did. His own impatience and disquietude would have made him ashamed, had the walls not gotten offended first. A humming sound began to attack the prince from above. It moved in one mass above Komali's head and seemed to get closer and closer through the walls. Although it was still relatively quiet, Komali panicked and scrambled up to his feet, staring at the ceiling. The prince prepared to run for his life and beg for mercy. Someone quickly swung the door open (and let in three seconds of very loud-voiced chattering), almost shoving the prince back to the floor.

"Komali, Komali!" Medli sang, her hands clasped tight to her heart.

Komali felt relieved. "Huh? What's happening? Why are they being so loud?"

Medli's eyes were full of wonder. There was definitely an interesting story to tell.

"Something amazing happened! Well, not exactly amazing, I mean… it must've made that boy pretty sad, but…Oh, whoops! You want to know, right? Let's sit and I'll tell you."

Komali began to feel a growing excitement. In part, it was because of his small hope that anything might have to do with grandma, with her coming back somehow. But besides that, he could never deny a visit from Medli.

"Okay," he nodded.

Komali sat down cross-legged on the carpet and Medli kneeled down to join him. She smoothed her skirt out in quiet concentration, trying to recollect the story in full. Komali waited, but he was tempted to shove her into telling the story.

Medli started, a smile spread across her face. "Do you know the postman, Quill? He works with your father a lot."

Komali nodded. He had often seen them talking together. Quill had the standard build for a Rito postman; slim but tough. His white hair straightened to a near point on the upper back of his head. The expression on Quill's face constantly seemed to be one of serious concentration; but without the downward-slanting, red lines painted across each eyelid he was actually a very friendly looking fellow. Komali wondered about the postman's true role and his importance.

"Quill is one of the best postmen in the crew. Your dad put him in the morning crew, did you know?"

The morning mail often grew to huge proportions, due to the post office picking up but not delivering mail after sundown (except to select clients). Komali vaguely remembered this from a few lessons on his people's main role in the world. His father gave him the basics. Grandma, as usual, stopped to answer Komali's questions. It's probably how he learned most of what he did as a fledgling.

Medli continued, "This morning, Quill was assigned to go to an island far, faaar away from here; to the south west. It's called Outset Island."

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Quill stood on the flight deck, the morning breeze stroking his dark skin. He adjusted his belts, making sure the mailbag fit correctly, and patted down the skirt of his purple tunic. Other Rito postmen stood waiting patiently but somewhat sleepily on the landing decks nearby. One postman walked between them, administrating final check-throughs before lift-off. The air was a little chilly that morning, yet it was not too unfriendly to the skin. The sun was still waking up on the other side of the island, and a dark, sleepy shadow rested across the deck. The shade certainly isn't helping anyone, Quill thought as he shook himself up a bit. He rolled his shoulders, stretching his back and wings. A friend of his stood on the long landing strip to the right, being checked. Quill was the second to last. Once the last man was cleared they would fly out. Never all at the same time, though, to save any embarrassing crashes into the cold surf below (but the idea amused Quill; a small smirk appeared on his face imagining it).

Sudden tugging on his mailbag alerted Quill back to the task at hand. He stood up straight and moved his arms forward. A quick rustling of envelops and a satisfied "mm-hmm" came from behind him. The postman asked:

"Where have you been instructed to deliver?" This was asked for each flight to make sure people weren't dosing off; or haven't been, on that note. It was rarely asked to verify where the mail was going. The officials who worked in the post office kept more than adequate track of such things.

"Outset, and the surrounding isles in a one-quadrant radius," Quill recited.

"Ok. You're clear to fly." The postman closed the delivery bag and patted it confirmingly with his hand. A few scratches of pen on a clipboard and he moved on.

Quill paused in thought, his head raised up. This island I'm going to… Outset. Was there not something about a messed-up delivery? He crossed his arms as the details slowly came to him.

"Oh," He said to himself, remembering. Quill turned right to face his friend. "Hey! Do you remember that huge crate we got awhile ago filled with swords? The one that was addressed to a single person?"

His friend turned towards Quill and chuckled. He was picturing the dumbstruck faces of the post officials when they read the mail-order form that asked to have the swords air-shipped on their final route- to an island hundreds of miles south-west.

"Haha, yes I do. What happened to that shipment?"

"Nothing as of yet. It's just sitting in the storage room, collecting dust. I'm going to the island of the man who ordered them, however," Quill smirked.

"And we know what that means for you," his friend laughed. Both he and Quill knew all too well the many complaints that could be thrown at them by, simply put, a bothersome and ignorant customer.

"Ok, crew! You're all cleared for flight." The Rito who had checked them off now called their attention, speaking his orders loudly. "I expect no screw ups from any of you- we've got to get back on schedule and catch up on this lag mail we've accumulated since the funeral. Once each of you return, expect to be sent on a second round. We have a lot of mail to ship," The postman tapped his pen on the clipboard for a second and muttered, "Gods bless the old lady." He stepped back and watched as each postman lifted himself up into the air and flew off one by one into the sky.

The first time you beat your wings in the morning is such an accustomed-to, yet bizarre feeling. In the back of his mind, he could feel a silent fear each time he propelled himself upwards. Would his wings be strong enough that day, could they handle the stress of his body and the load on his back? Would they give out suddenly and leave him at the mercy of the vast sea? Of course, these were things one was trained to suppress. Quill knew more than well that he was in top physical shape and that his wings were large and strong. Thinking back to his youth, however, he had not been sure, or trusting, even, of either fact. He cringed slightly at the thought of his first climb to the top of Dragon Roost. His parents and the chieftain had great expectations- they had placed a lot of belief in him.

Quill looked down for a second. There was the muddled shape of a bird, and not a man- a large bird that made the figures of seagulls surrounding him look like the smallest of larks. His image warped as it flew over the rolling hills of blue. Quill felt a silent, strange sort of awe. This is what the fledglings should dream about.

The postman fanned his wings and flew on ahead. He raced to do his job alongside the sun.

Outset was now rapidly approaching. Quill flattened out his wings to glide easily through the wind as it carried him forward. He could see the outline of the two connected islands, and they cleared up as he zoomed in closer. He had flown here many times and was familiar, in a sense, with its inhabitants. The people here were welcoming and generous, if not somewhat simple. As Quill saw it, they lived with no true fear in their small houses; going through daily trivial matters that seemed to them only of high importance. Outset sure seemed the best example of a land at peace in this confused age.

As the miles of sparkling blue sea beneath him began to slow into mere yards, Quill beat his wings faster and stretched his feet out towards the beach below. He liked to play a little game with his landings: see if you can land on the wet sand without getting attacked by a ferocious, small wave. Quill aimed for a wide spot of wet sand. As he lowered, he was sure he'd land dry. His clawed feet inched closer and closer to the ground. There! He landed- and then he squawked in surprise as his feet got covered in a rush of cold water.

"Eh," Quill shrugged. He went on his way up the slope to the red postbox, shaking his feet free of sand once he reached the grass.

The sun's rays finally began to warm his face. Above was a clear blue sky with perfectly painted white clouds, and you could almost hear a joyful song playing through the air. It seemed to Quill as if this song was playing each time he came by. If there had been any time he wanted to be able to whistle, it was right now.

Two pigs were running about, grazing on grass. A man kneeling down near a bunch of palm trees seemed to be stalking one of these pigs; he would rise up occasionally to check how close it was, then duck down quickly into the tall grass. Standing on the balcony of one house was an old man with an unusually large head and an equally large, white beard staring out at the ocean. He held a tall wooden staff that he waved left and right. The old man jumped as a kid with a shock of blonde hair and a strange green outfit (comprising of a green tunic and a long, green hat) ran past. The old man called something to him. The kid skidded to a halt and turned around, looking up. He quickly waved his hand at the old man and turned right back to running to the other island across the bridge. Quill walked past it all and stepped casually over one of the grazing pigs as he reached the postbox. A pretty girl with blue hair that was balancing a small jar on her head stopped him and asked in a sweet voice if there were any letters for her today. Quill apologized and explained to her as kindly as he could that there were far too many letters to stand there, back twisted, filtering through all of them. She smiled her sympathy and obliged-

"Oh, okay then. I'll just have to check the postbox again later. Have a nice day, Mr. Postman." She re-adjusted the jar on her head and continued to walk. Where she was walking, he could only guess. She must have passed the postbox three times so far, judging from what he saw while still in the air.

Quill checked the postbox quickly for any mail. Finding none, he started shoving thick packs of letters in. This sure felt lighter on my back… He released the last of them and checked to make sure that there weren't any letters left hiding in the pockets of his mailbag.

He was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. A weird wheeze came from behind and he turned around.

"Hey, you! Postman! I was wondering if you have any swords with you. They're for me. I'm Orca." The strange old man held a chipped spear and had a rather round beer belly. The man squinted his pale beady eyes at Quill.

"Sir, I know which package you speak of. I am sorry to say, but I cannot deliver it to you in the—"

"Whaaat?!" Orca stepped back in shock. "But I've waited so long for those swords! What happened? Why can't you deliver them?!"

"Sir, if you cannot imagine why it would be a hazard for me to fly multiple heavy and very sharp objects to you, please allow me to explain…" Quill forced back mild irritation and amusement in his voice. "Have you-" Something disturbed the air. There was a sudden uproar in the village and people began shouting and screaming as if it was the end of days.

"It's a monster!!" a man shouted nearby, his voice partly cut off by the sound of a large caw. Orca wheezed in surprise and ran to the old big-head's house, shouting at others to run to safety. Quill looked around quickly, scanning the island. What monster? Where…?

As if on cue, a woman screamed, "In the sky! There's a giant bird in the sky! It thinks our houses are nests!!"

Quill looked up. In the air was a behemoth of a bird, flashing dark blue and gold in the sky. Its cries of anger caused tremors in the island. Instantly Quill freaked out. He flapped his wings frantically, trying to get up and away -in case the woman had guessed the truth. He flew to the straw roof of the tallest house, conveniently nearby. He surveyed the scene from this high perch. Quill spotted a pirate ship chasing after the bird, going full speed towards the island. Canon balls were firing from the ship with deafening booms right at the beast. What is wrong with them?! There's a village here! If they miss, that steel will crash right on top of it! Quill squinted at the bird, trying to find any signs of treasure on it that would give the pirates reason to go so mad. No gold or jewels…wait- there, in its claws! The beast had captured a young girl of some apparent importance to the pirates- perhaps some dame of the captain's? As the bird flew over the island, the pirates fired one last canon ball that whizzed dangerously through the air. Its shrill whistling attracted the bird. It turned around and froze. Its jaw gaped in horror as the steel ball soared straight at it- BANG! - It hit the bird square in the beak. The noise reverberated through the sky. Quill watched in fascination (and mild sympathetic pain) as the bird danced drunkenly through the air and somewhat gently deposited the girl from his claws and into the forest atop the mountain. The bird fell somewhere behind the island, but he didn't see where.

Some of the braver villagers who had stayed out to watch the live entertainment now ran back into their houses. The pirate ship adjusted its course and sailed over slowly to the other island of Outset, near the look-out tower. So much for a prime example of peace, Quill grimaced. From experience, he knew that the next few minutes of after-shock could prove to be exciting as well. He folded his arms and kept his eyes peeled as awkward silence invaded the scene for a moment.

Movement caught Quill's eyes. His head turned to look down at the village. Out of the same house where the two old men apparently lived, a familiar character emerged. It was the same blonde-haired kid with the green tunic and long, green hat who ran past there earlier. Quill now recognized his face from previous deliveries to Outset- the boy was called Link. Quill locked his eyes on him.

Link was running over the bridge and soon reached the other island- He ran straight across to the look-out tower and climbed up its long ladder. Quill saw a small girl standing at the top, her hair blonde like the boy's. Her gaze kept flipping from the boy to the mountain forest. Link quickly talked to the girl. She rushed him away. He went down again, and followed the path across the deck and to the mountain. The path curled up and around the mountain, and soon it disappeared along with the boy behind its rocky face. Quill waited, knowing the boy had to appear somewhere at the top to enter the forest; and he was right- soon he spotted the kid at one side of the mountain, running (and half jumping, strangely) across the suspended bridge. Without hesitation, Link ran right into the forest. What could be in that young head? But I admire his courage.

Quill felt a twang in his memory, something about a young boy, but unlike this one. He kept getting an image in his head that gave Quill the same sense of his home island. That reminds me. He hadn't discovered what the hidden thought was, but he did remember to write himself a note of excuse. He got out a small red book and a red quill pen from his mailbag and proceeded to explain the delay and the sudden attack on the island.

Quill paused occasionally in thought as he wrote the account. In one of these moments, he noticed the pirate ship had docked, clumsily, near the bottom deck of the look-out post. A burly but slow-looking pirate jumped off of the ship's side, with gleaming cutlass in hand, and began running up the same path the kid had followed earlier. Quill's eyes turned automatically towards the bridge. A few seconds later the pirate appeared and started running across it. Out of nowhere, the pirate tripped- No, his foot fell through the bridge! Ha, a gap. The cutlass flew out of the pirate's hand and fell a long, long way down. It clinked against the tall rocks below, and landed -sploosh- in the water. The pirate smacked his head against the bridge. Remembering his quest suddenly, he lifted himself up, and walking carefully to avoid more possible gaps, crossed over into the forest.

Quill chuckled. The red book quickly got filled in with the clumsy pirate's plight.

Curious, Quill stood up and flew over to the forest and watched.

Minutes later, the pirate captain Tetra ran out of the forest, followed by her now thoroughly freaked-out pirate matey, who had stood there watching as his captain fell out of a tree. Behind them was the brave lad in green. Hardly anyone noticed, but the boy had slayed, for the first time in his young life, several frightening beasts that most people never caught a glimpse or disgusting whiff of. It didn't matter though- his heroic deed was done. The pirates stood on the cliff searching for something, and the boy joined them.

A cry rang through the air: "Brooootheerr!" Everyone looked across the bridge. Standing on the opposite side was the same young girl who had been up at the look-out tower.

The boy perked up and laughed, waving at his little sister. She giggled in return and began running across the bridge.

Quill watched from his new perch at the look-out tower. Aw. …I hope she sees that gap. It seemed a happy ending to a most random event. Quill looked down at the island, glad to see that the Goddess of Fate decided to keep things normal here for a little while longer. The people started to come out of their homes, and the pigs ran out from their hiding place in the bushes. Seagulls circled around, calling to their family with word of the safe skies.

He sighed. Then Quill's eye caught something. "What?" he gasped. It was like a nightmare returning- the ominous, dark blue cloud came from behind the far end of the other island and floated there for a second. It beat its heavy wings and flew up, looking around. Ugh, they can't see it! I've got to warn them! Quill stepped one foot on to the railing and prepared to fly over as fast as he could; but it was too late. The giant bird spotted the pirate girl. With a powerful swoop it flew towards the bridge- far faster than Quill could ever manage. Its cry split across the island once more. Tetra and the others tried to hide, but the little girl on the bridge didn't notice somehow. Duck! Quill shouted in his mind. The pirate girl was going to get captured again, this time for good. As the huge beast neared the bridge it stretched its claws outward. Wait a sec- Quill shot his hand out as if to get the child before it could, but he was late again. The monster had grabbed the little girl, Link's sister. She screamed in terror as the bird swung around and began flying away from the island. The boy leaped up. He ripped out his sword and shield and ran across the cliff- as if he was chasing after the bird. No, stop running! You can't fly! Once again Quill prepared to take flight to stop the inevitable; but he was beaten to it (almost ironically). As the boy tripped over the edge, the pirate Tetra lunged after him and grabbed his hand, carefully avoiding the sword that now waved near her face. The boy struggled at first, trying to be freed. Tetra must have reasoned with him, for the boy's struggles soon stopped. He was pulled up with the help of the other pirate back on to the ledge. The kid sighed. His face was crestfallen.

The last of the newly-composed letters now sat in his delivery bag- obviously this was an event worth telling everyone about. Quill turned away from the post box and looked out at the pirate ship that had re-docked by the beach.

Those pirates deserved a bit of a lecture, as Quill saw it. Although, true, their captain saved the boy's life, it was still also true that they behaved rather recklessly. Somehow that argument felt like it would go no where when used against pirates. Still, Quill marched right up to where the burly pirate who had tried to be a hero earlier and a comically shorter, scrawnier one both stood with their captain Tetra. Link was there as well.

"That bird took my sister! I have to save her, no matter what you say. You know where it's going, so I'm going to join you," Link said with determination.

"What?!" Tetra gasped and took a step back- What is this kid thinking? "You want to come with us on our ship?! Do you understand what you're asking? We're pirates! You know… PIRATES! The terror of the seas!" She scoffed, "What do we get out of bringing some helpless little kid along with us? I'll tell you what we get… a headache.

Oh boy, thought Quill, rolling his eyes.

A few minutes and a good argument later, Quill had earned Link the right to dare the seas with the pirates, under the agreement that Link would at least find some good weaponry. The eagerness was written all over Link's face.

"Oh, and one more thing," Captain Tetra started again, "Once we leave, you won't be coming back here for awhile, so you'd better go say good-bye to your family while you have the chance. I don't want you getting all weepy-eyed and homesick on me." Tetra crossed her arms and stared at Link impatiently.

The pirate had struck another of Quill's last nerves. He mirrored her cross-armed and annoyed stance. Quill felt deep regret for not being of much help, and yet here Tetra stood with an annoyed disposition. But young Link nodded gratefully to her anyway. As the boy turned to rush off somewhere, Quill laid his hand on his shoulder to pause him.

"This is a terrible situation, Link. I'm truly sorry. Unfortunately, I can't go in your stead…" he grimaced.

Link smiled appreciatively, understanding.

"But if anything happens, please come to my island north of here- Dragon Roost. I will do what I can to aide you." Quill paused, "Don't worry about your home while you're gone. If anything bad happens, I promise to bring word of it to you. I swear it!"

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"So Link is on his dangerous quest right now, sailing across the wide sea to save his little sister. Doesn't he sound brave?" Medli giggled, "I wonder if I'll ever get to meet him."

Komali felt a small heaviness in his chest. Medli had gone off listening to tales of a brave, sword-wielding, hero kid or something, while he, the prince, had to sit in his solitary room for hours doing nothing. That isn't fair. The prince's mood sunk in again, but Medli did not seem to notice his subtle frown.

Komali let much of the story slip out of his mind afterwards. All of the excitement Medli had started to paint seemed to mix together and run off the page, leaving something only she found enjoyment in seeing. Komali's dulled red eyes trailed around the floor. He noticed a millipede crawling across the floor. It seemed like a baby version of the magtails that he heard lived up in the volcano. Komali was tempted to grab it. He started to reach after it, but suddenly felt a silence that told him to look up.

Medli had gently folded her hands in her lap. "Isn't it sad, though? I can't imagine how hard it must be to leave his own island…" She cocked her head to the side, with an expression of genuine concern.

"Hmph," Komali grumbled under his breath. He let the millipede be.

Medli continued talking about the little side stories Quill told. Komali watched the millipede crawl into a hole in the wall as he half heard Medli talk about the island. When the millipede crawled back out of the hole it was joined by another. His eyes fixed on the two in fascination. Link sure seemed to fascinate Medli. The two creatures danced around in circles for awhile. Then the millipedes crawled up the wall into a crack in the ceiling and disappeared.

"Komali?" A hand rested softly on his shoulder. The boy raised his head. Medli looked confused; concern set in her eyes. Komali stared at her and completely paused. Previously stranded thoughts were jumbled together in his mind, and the fledgling didn't know which to act on first. An odd fear struck him. The prince felt… Was it shame?

Again Medli spoke, "Were you listening? What do you think will happen to the hero boy?"

Komali's stare stayed transfixed on Medli for a second longer before he burst back into motion.

"Huh?" His eyes widened in surprise at first, but he quickly sank down back down and blushed in realization of what he just did. "I don't know… Maybe he's not that brave," Komali stumbled for a decent response. Finding none better that expressed his feelings, and not wanting to express his thoughts, the prince stood up and began to back away to his bed. "Maybe the pirates are really mean… Maybe they'll eat him, or something…" Komali's hands grabbed at the mattress. "Or maybe they'll all just be eaten by a sea monster. I don't know." He scrambled up on to the bed. Medli was about to laugh and tease Komali about having such negative views.

The prince spoke first. "Listen, Medli, I want to be alone for a little while. Okay? I just don't feel like seeing anyone." The prince crossed his arms and legs, shrinking into his own embrace. The lit lamp above caused a shield of shadows to cover his face.

Medli felt like she had been passed by a close friend without recognition. "Huh?" She blinked in confusion. What just happened? The thought brought no answer. I don't understand… The initial surprise washed away. As weird as his behavior became, Medli decided he was just feeling a bit down. Then again, Komali had never asked her to leave his side before.

She shrugged. "Okay, Komali. But I still think he'll save her."

The prince lifted his eyes. The expression Medli wore as she left caused a horrible pang in his heart. Komali's body jerked to get up and hug her, to tell her he was just kidding. But the prince stayed put. He felt hurt; although he wasn't sure how. But the desire to be alone again overrode his worries for the girl.

Medli shut the door and did not return for the rest of the day. His fleeting wish had been granted.

Komali made a short, heaving sound. He loosened his muscles and fell back on the bed, arms and legs sprawled out. The embrace he had made around himself had been comfortable, though. Komali rolled over and brought his arms and legs close. His clasped hands supported his head underneath. At first Komali couldn't think.

Then his mind traveled aimlessly, somewhere in the background.

Komali stopped to wonder what would happen with the hero kid. In his mind he saw a vast, blue sea; the view partially closed off by graying clouds. There were the foggy shapes of islands in the distance. In the middle of all of the blue was a speck of red: a small boat. He was too far away to see who was in it. Komali tried to break through the clouds and fly closer. But the boat sailed out of sight. It impressed a bit of hopelessness into him. Darkness fell on the world as Komali closed his eyes.

Author's Notes!

This is a slightly edited version of the original Chapter Two (it had to be done). Original readers: no worries, nothing major. New readers? Enjoy! But here are some of the reviews I got for the last version:

The Final Countdown:  This is a cool story. It's hard to find good windwaker fics, so this has been really refreshing. Keep it up!

Dark Raku:  Good story, it is very interesting to seents of different charecters, or the smae events trhough thier eyes. You writing style is god and stroy flows nicely. I hope you countinue this soon.

Nomad Soldier:  Great fanfic so far. Your story doesn't seem to need a lot of dialouge, and you have a really nice way of describing the character's surroundings. It's got a sad, but compelling feel to it. Good job, I'm looking forward to the next chapter!

RuKiA RoJaS:  Really interesting I can't wait for next chap :D

SoulSpectar:  Nice. Very nicely done. I love how you put those two tales together, the game and your version of the old ladys death. Not surprised that they were mixed, but i love how you did it.

And by the way, it doesnt seem like 11 pages but then again this makes it seem shorter but wow.

Wow.

Again, nicely done and i can't wait to read the next chapter!

ApplePai:  Eek! I love the ritos. Medli'd always been one of my favorite characters from the Wind Waker. I like your story so far. (there could be more dialouge though mabey, but it's still really well writen! It's better than I could do.)
E. Komali is so cute... And I always thought there were more people on the island than what they showed too so that doesn't bother me.

I hope you update soon!
-Pai