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Plummeting frightfully to your death towards an alien habitat is an event that only the unluckiest person alive would experience. That person's name is Pipit.
And Pipit is me.
Water ran fluently from my glassy eyes straight back through my fiery hair. I couldn't do anything to stop my gruesome fate. All that was relaying through my head was, Pipit, calm down and handle your situation.
The more I thought about it, the more I sobbed and wished death to crawl upon me sooner.
The alien world below me was rushing at me fast, and I hardly had time to throw out my sailcloth before I roughly landed in a prickly green bush.
The scents of fresh maple and pine lingered throughout the air, and creatures I had only read of in children's storybooks stomped around the vegatation.
My legs shook from the intense pressure of my awful landing, and I let out a cry as I examined the bloody twig that was violently skewered through my bicep.
The arm looked broken from the unnatural angle it was propped in, but my legs seemed okay.
I readied my good arm. Grabbing a twig lying on the ground, I fixed it between my teeth, and yanked out the stick that protruded from my broken arm. Red liquid oozed out of the wound and I bit down as hard as I could on the twig in my mouth to prevent wild screams from erupting out of me.
Five buckets of unmanly tears later, I somewhat settled down and was able to withstand the stabbing pain in my arm. I quickly took out my pocket-knife and carefully cut a long strip of golden material out of my bloodied tunic, then cautiously wrapped my wound several times.
I nearly threw up all over myself at the sight of the wound.
May the goddess help me.
All I needed was a cast, I looked to my last piece of clothing (not including my pants or shoes), it sat waving in the wind atop my ginger locks.
With a shaking hand, I plucked it off my head and examined it. The sunset matched it's radient yellow color. I stroked it softly and memories flooded into my mind.
I stand in front of Headmaster Gaepora at age fifteen, he ruffles my hair and congradulates me for winning the loftwing ceremony. Especially at such a young age. He chuckles and says how much he's going to enjoy having me here as a full-fledged knight. I smile, and laugh with him. He gives me a package, and asks me to open it right then. My golden suit awaited in that box. Oh, how I loved that hat when I first got it.
My life in Skyloft. I realized how I might never see it's falls and islands again. I had to make a choice, to let go and face the facts, or to accept life as is.
I sliced the hat into two seperate pieces. With no regrets. I needed to let go. Before I went insane.
My hat made a nice over the shoulder cast. I was glad I did what was needed.
But then my stomach pleaded for food I couldn't receive.
Sack up, Pipit. I swung my scathed legs to the side and jumped out of the mashed bush I had been laying in for who knows how many hours. My weak legs quivered beneath me slightly, but I quickly adjusted, and soon enough I was walking through the majestic foliage of this alien land.
My arm ached everytime I thought of Skyloft, and my stomach ached everytime I thought of the delicious meals the Bazaar had to offer. I felt like a lost puppy, confused, hungry, and searching for a way back home.
I finally came to a small clear water pond, where I happily drank loads more than I should have. When the ripples in the water disappeared, I looked at myself for the first time since my arrival.
My shirtless torso was riddled with cuts, bruises, and blood smudges. My crimson hair was spotted with green leaves and brown gunk. My bad arm appeared much worse than it felt, and the pants I wore had ripps and holes in several places. Lastly, my face. Oh, my face. My bloodshot eyes had dry streaks of tears leading down and cupping my jaw. Mud caked my cheeks and nose.
In short, I looked like aged rat shit.
"Oh, Pipit."
I passed out right then, but it brought sleep. Well-deserved sleep.
Nightmares infested my peaceful slumber.
A million Skylofts falling around me, citizens screaming in terror as they jump off the islands and fly upwards. I'm falling, falling, falling. A monster of great size lumbers up to me. I can't move my legs. He takes out his wooden club and loads back, swinging with amazing strength right towards my head...
I scrambled for air as I franticly awoke from horrible images. Pipit, you're going insane. Your mind will kill you before starvation does.
I will not die. I will not die. I will not die like a coward. I will not die because I simply did not try at all.
I will live, even if it means to spend the rest of my days cursed to this world.
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