Ganondork
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- Nov 12, 2010
Hey there guys! It's been a bit of time since I last posted something in the writing section, and I felt it was fitting to come back with a rewrite for one of my oldest fan fictions; Adventure to Skyloft. I'll be changing a lot as I go, and it will take a long time to complete, but I assure everyone that it will be an interesting story. I hope you all enjoy it.
It was early morning, and the sun had just begun its journey into the azure sky, spreading warmth and light as it lazily sailed alongside the clouds. A slight breeze accompanied it that day, whistling a faint tune that it had learned long ago, playing with the grass that swayed to and fro with the wind. The trees, stubborn with old age, were reluctant to entertain these pantomimes. Still, they could not help but allow their leaves to move in the breeze, as the rhythm was overpowering for even the sturdiest of topiary.
This mesh of the green grass, and the dark brown of the bark on the trees mixed together to create a beautiful scene of nature. Yet, this beautiful array of greens and brown gave way to a small clearing. In the center of this clearing, the woodland animals gathered to behold the pedestal newly erected in the center of the expanse. It barely jutted out of the ground, but its shade of gray so starkly conflicted with the color of the other colors that it stood out and distinguished itself in the clearing with relative ease.
The sound of footsteps within the dense forest was enough to startle some of the woodland creatures; squirrels scurried up the trees, deer ran to the safety of the trees, and birds retreated to their nests. Three figures soon emerged from the forest, two in front, and one lagging behind. The one to the left had hair that was a fiery shade of red, the one on the right had hair resembling that of the forests they had exited moments ago, and the one behind them had hair resembling an oceanic shade of blue. All of them appeared very young, and all appeared extremely delicate. Yet, the two in front had a fiery passion to them, while the one behind them seemed reluctant to even be in their presence.
“Farore, you are a fool,” the girl with red hair said, waving her hands emphatically. “Why would you even consider trusting the Ones Who Resemble Us? They are a warring people who are so self-absorbed that they don’t even realize that they are destroying the land we labored to create.”
Farore gave her a look of disgust, her lips curled back in a snarl. “You are so trusting of the Beasts, when it is they who have forsaken us. They are heretics, whereas the Hylians, Subrosians, Gerudo, and Kokiri still remain faithful to us. We can still influence them; the Beasts will ignore us, and take our Gift without any regard for their Creators.”
“Do you not see, Farore, have you gone blind? The Beasts at least have created organization among their ranks; the Ones Who Resemble Us still live in caves, hunting and scavenging. The Beasts have learned to grow things themselves and are showing signs of self-sufficiency. They more than deserve this Gift, as they are the superior people.”
Farore shook her head in disbelief. “Din, you are the one who is blind. You favor them because you are the one who created them. I hold no allegiance to The Ones Who Resemble Us, for they are not of my design.”
Din, ignoring Farore, turned to the girl with the blue hair. “Nayru, who do you feel is more deserving of our Gift? Are the Beasts not the most superior people in this land? The Moblins have shown exemplary skills in war, whereas the Hylians still use egregious means – using wooden and stone tools. They do not deserve to have our Gift in their presence; the Beasts do.”
Nayru seemed to falter for a moment. She was awestruck at the fact that she was now pulled into this altercation. With great recalcitrance, she said, “Neither is truly superior to the other. While the Moblins succeed in battle, the Hylians are more resourceful and adaptive. They are both deserving of our Gift, and should both be awarded it evenly.”
Din and Farore both turned to Nayru, anger in their eyes. “How could you be so obtuse?” Farore lashed out at Nayru, missing her delicate body by a few inches. Nayru flinched, growing more reserved with each moment. “Neither can evenly share our Gift, as it is made up of three parts. Besides, the two would never make peace over this; they would fight to the death over the pieces that they don’t have in their possession.”
Nayru hung her head down, all desire to speak now gone. Farore turned back to Din, now triumphant that she had silenced Nayru. “Do you have anything left to say? I will win this argument, as I always do.”
Din turned away, shaking her head. “No. I am done playing your mind games. That’s what separates the two of us; all you do is talk, whereas I act. We don’t need to decide for them – they can decide for themselves. We will leave our Gift here, and whoever is resourceful enough to find it first can claim it for themselves. We will see in time who the superior kind is.”
Din left the clearing, unable to overcome the feeling of chagrin that now overwhelmed her. Farore stood there for a moment, exultant to have seemingly won yet again. The moment soon passed, however, and a feeling of skepticism came over her; what if the Hylians failed? She couldn’t afford to let Din emerge victorious. It was then that she knew what to do.
She walked to the edge of the clearing, brought her hands together, and forced them apart with all of her might. The sky seemed to move along with her hands as they pulled away from one another, ripping the sky itself apart. Within the crevice, she saw a scene before her; a man walking lackadaisically across a large plain. With a smile on her face, she knew what had to be done. She walked through the forest, ignoring the animals that came to greet her. The world seemed to fly by her as she walked with a purpose. She soon came to an end, a large drop off from the ground she stood on. Underneath the low layer of clouds that gathered beneath the expanse of land she was on, Farore knew there was an entire land below her. Without a second thought, she jumped into the clouds.
Nayru had not moved a step. She couldn’t suppress the feeling of dismay as she had watched Din and Farore feud over the Gift. With a snap of her fingers, it appeared in her hand; three triangles, two acting as a base, and a single one sitting atop the others. With a sigh, she placed it on the pedestal, where it floated a few feet over it. “I didn’t think it would come to this.”
With another snap of her fingers, Nayru too left. The clearing was now empty, save for the Gift. It stood alone, awaiting for the day that the hero would come and claim it.
Prologue
It was early morning, and the sun had just begun its journey into the azure sky, spreading warmth and light as it lazily sailed alongside the clouds. A slight breeze accompanied it that day, whistling a faint tune that it had learned long ago, playing with the grass that swayed to and fro with the wind. The trees, stubborn with old age, were reluctant to entertain these pantomimes. Still, they could not help but allow their leaves to move in the breeze, as the rhythm was overpowering for even the sturdiest of topiary.
This mesh of the green grass, and the dark brown of the bark on the trees mixed together to create a beautiful scene of nature. Yet, this beautiful array of greens and brown gave way to a small clearing. In the center of this clearing, the woodland animals gathered to behold the pedestal newly erected in the center of the expanse. It barely jutted out of the ground, but its shade of gray so starkly conflicted with the color of the other colors that it stood out and distinguished itself in the clearing with relative ease.
The sound of footsteps within the dense forest was enough to startle some of the woodland creatures; squirrels scurried up the trees, deer ran to the safety of the trees, and birds retreated to their nests. Three figures soon emerged from the forest, two in front, and one lagging behind. The one to the left had hair that was a fiery shade of red, the one on the right had hair resembling that of the forests they had exited moments ago, and the one behind them had hair resembling an oceanic shade of blue. All of them appeared very young, and all appeared extremely delicate. Yet, the two in front had a fiery passion to them, while the one behind them seemed reluctant to even be in their presence.
“Farore, you are a fool,” the girl with red hair said, waving her hands emphatically. “Why would you even consider trusting the Ones Who Resemble Us? They are a warring people who are so self-absorbed that they don’t even realize that they are destroying the land we labored to create.”
Farore gave her a look of disgust, her lips curled back in a snarl. “You are so trusting of the Beasts, when it is they who have forsaken us. They are heretics, whereas the Hylians, Subrosians, Gerudo, and Kokiri still remain faithful to us. We can still influence them; the Beasts will ignore us, and take our Gift without any regard for their Creators.”
“Do you not see, Farore, have you gone blind? The Beasts at least have created organization among their ranks; the Ones Who Resemble Us still live in caves, hunting and scavenging. The Beasts have learned to grow things themselves and are showing signs of self-sufficiency. They more than deserve this Gift, as they are the superior people.”
Farore shook her head in disbelief. “Din, you are the one who is blind. You favor them because you are the one who created them. I hold no allegiance to The Ones Who Resemble Us, for they are not of my design.”
Din, ignoring Farore, turned to the girl with the blue hair. “Nayru, who do you feel is more deserving of our Gift? Are the Beasts not the most superior people in this land? The Moblins have shown exemplary skills in war, whereas the Hylians still use egregious means – using wooden and stone tools. They do not deserve to have our Gift in their presence; the Beasts do.”
Nayru seemed to falter for a moment. She was awestruck at the fact that she was now pulled into this altercation. With great recalcitrance, she said, “Neither is truly superior to the other. While the Moblins succeed in battle, the Hylians are more resourceful and adaptive. They are both deserving of our Gift, and should both be awarded it evenly.”
Din and Farore both turned to Nayru, anger in their eyes. “How could you be so obtuse?” Farore lashed out at Nayru, missing her delicate body by a few inches. Nayru flinched, growing more reserved with each moment. “Neither can evenly share our Gift, as it is made up of three parts. Besides, the two would never make peace over this; they would fight to the death over the pieces that they don’t have in their possession.”
Nayru hung her head down, all desire to speak now gone. Farore turned back to Din, now triumphant that she had silenced Nayru. “Do you have anything left to say? I will win this argument, as I always do.”
Din turned away, shaking her head. “No. I am done playing your mind games. That’s what separates the two of us; all you do is talk, whereas I act. We don’t need to decide for them – they can decide for themselves. We will leave our Gift here, and whoever is resourceful enough to find it first can claim it for themselves. We will see in time who the superior kind is.”
Din left the clearing, unable to overcome the feeling of chagrin that now overwhelmed her. Farore stood there for a moment, exultant to have seemingly won yet again. The moment soon passed, however, and a feeling of skepticism came over her; what if the Hylians failed? She couldn’t afford to let Din emerge victorious. It was then that she knew what to do.
She walked to the edge of the clearing, brought her hands together, and forced them apart with all of her might. The sky seemed to move along with her hands as they pulled away from one another, ripping the sky itself apart. Within the crevice, she saw a scene before her; a man walking lackadaisically across a large plain. With a smile on her face, she knew what had to be done. She walked through the forest, ignoring the animals that came to greet her. The world seemed to fly by her as she walked with a purpose. She soon came to an end, a large drop off from the ground she stood on. Underneath the low layer of clouds that gathered beneath the expanse of land she was on, Farore knew there was an entire land below her. Without a second thought, she jumped into the clouds.
Nayru had not moved a step. She couldn’t suppress the feeling of dismay as she had watched Din and Farore feud over the Gift. With a snap of her fingers, it appeared in her hand; three triangles, two acting as a base, and a single one sitting atop the others. With a sigh, she placed it on the pedestal, where it floated a few feet over it. “I didn’t think it would come to this.”
With another snap of her fingers, Nayru too left. The clearing was now empty, save for the Gift. It stood alone, awaiting for the day that the hero would come and claim it.
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Okay now I can sit down and read your stories. The prologue is a good thing. The descriptions make it easier to picture. I wonder what you will come up with next 
