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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
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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