Bittersweet happiness. by The-Heir-of-Time, literature
Literature
Bittersweet happiness.
I can still remember the day it all started.
The day of the wing ceremony. Zelda and I had just finished the final part, and I had just received the sailcloth which I assumed would only be useful for jumping off of my loftwing to get to Skyloft rather than going to the trouble of having him land.
After she had surprised me by shoving me off the statue of the goddess, she had requested we fly through the clouds together. I accepted gratefully, unaware of the dangers lurking in the seemingly peace-filled sky.
With our birds soaring through the thin clouds, Zelda eventually called to me, declaring she had something she wished to talk to me ab