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Skyward Academy Amore - Chapter Two
As Skyloft comes into view, Link feels a rush throughout his body. He breathes deeply, and looks around. He sees many people flying today, including Cawlin, Strich, and Groose. Link flies higher, and Skyloft is comes closer into view. Groose looks from Cawlin to the red Loftwing, which is heading forward. With a smirk and nod, Groose lifts his gray Loftwing higher into the air, behind Link. Cawlin and Strich stay behind, talking about bugs and Karane, who Cawlin did not win the heart of.
As they're now over Skyloft, Groose flies dangerously close to Link's Loftwing.
"Hey, Link!" he yells, speeding right into the back of the crimson bird. Groose's Loftwing's head hits Link's Loftwing's tail, and Groose flips over to Link, who knocks him off his Loftwing. He falls with him, face to face, with Groose above.
"Groooosse!!!" Link screams, as he tries to pull out his Sailcloth. However, it slips from his hands, and stays upwards as they fall downward quickly. Link grabs Groose's hand, as they
Skyward Academy Amore - Chapter One
- Chapter One -
**SKYWARD SWORD ENDING SPOILERS**
"Oh Link, you did it!" Groose says, grabbing Link's shoulders and shaking him cheerfully.
"But there is still more to do, Link!" Impa yells, as the ground shakes.
"Ghirahim!" Link yells, as he looks towars the doors. Pushing them open, the rest follow.
"Wait, Liiiiiiink!!!" Zelda bellows, as she is taken into the air, and pulled over to the bottom of the pit with Ghirahim.
"Zelda!!" Link and Groose yell, running over.
"Groose, stay here!" Link says, as he pulls out his Master Sword and Hylian Shield.
He looks to Ghirahim, who is quickly doing a ritual. He chants, which jumpily dancing around Zelda. As Link jumps down the valley, Zelda's body is floating skyward, with her power being drained. As Link runs up to Ghirahim, he jumps into the air, and spins. Disappearing, Link falls to the ground.
"Hm, still a stupid boy. No matter...but now, that you've ruined my plans, the ones that I've been planning since I've tak
ChangeDreams, the things we look forward to every night.
Sometimes hard to fall asleep, as we have much on our mind.
Sitting there, thinking. "What shall I dream tonight?"
"Shall I dream about flying to the moon, or sitting at home?"
"Maybe being happy for once, or travelling the world?"
And soon, I drift away, as I feel the world spinning, and spinning.
I am here, but not really here.
I look to my hands, but they aren't there.
I feel myself floating. I close my eyes, and I float away.
And as I do, I see my past and present jet pass me, with every detail I can remember.
The happiness, the sadness, the anger.
I see a body, which slowly fades away.
I feel myself slowing down, and floating to the ground.
Nothing around me, except a full sized mirror staring me out.
I look to the floor, and look back up, to see a body.
I see it draining again, except in between, a blue soul floats.
It slowly floats away, leaving only an empty shell.
Suddenly, the mirror cracks, and fades away. I look at my hands
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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