Hey hey!

Yesterday, I had the urge to start a new collection of fics to depict how I see Link and Fi's friendship progressed, so here it is. For someone who used to roleplay as SS Link, I had troubles to try and think like him in this, I'm a disgrace haha

I don't remember 100% of the details of the game, but know that I'll look up on videos on YT if I ever need one specific line of dialogue. Mainly, this story focuses on Link and Fi in between one key event and the other. Also don't expect it to have chapters as long as Antumbra; they'll vary in length and I'll go with the flow.

Anyway, first chap, I already know how to write the last, I have no idea how to write the middle um. Um.

Enjoy and tell me what you think!

i: Beginnings

When his childhood friend was taken by a black tornado, Link felt guilt swelling up inside. The idea that some people might glance his way and shake their heads as if he had pushed Zelda into the violent airs did not make it better, but the headmaster of the academy seemed to know it was not his fault, and so the youth felt a little more at ease.

After waking up to try and explain to her father what had transpired, he heard again the voice of the blue spirit, the same one he had dreamed of on the earlier hours of the past day. Feeling spent and emotionally tired, he did his best to shake off the drowsiness and grief and chased it through Skyloft as it took the longest route to the Goddess Statue. Fi, the name the sprit introduced herself as, told him that he was, in fact, Hylia's chosen hero. It sounded ridiculous to his ears, but her confession that Zelda was alive somewhere down below prompted him to draw the blade and forget the hero issue momentarily, uncaring of how much that simple act would change his life.

Barely keeping his eyes open after meeting with Gaepora once more and ocreating a way towards what awaited him under the clouds, Link was allowed to return to his bedroom and sleep.

In the morning, now dressed in his new knight's uniform of a pretty shade of green and armed with a cheap shield and a new sword, he avoided everyone as he made way to the nearest platform and jumped, called for his bird and flew away towards the opening, Fi inside the weapon strapped to his back. Link stopped at a small floating island to think, to ponder, for he had not the time to do that just yet. To think he was a hero was unbelievable; he would have laughed if he were not so tense and sick with worry. A simple tablet opened a hole in the cloud barrier; he wondered if other people could see it too and if they would try to jump, although he doubted it would happen.

And then, he realized, how would he stop his fall? How would he return to the sky? His loftwing probably could not fly through the opening; it was too risky to force him to go down there with him.

What was waiting for him, there under the thick layer of clouds?

Link swallowed at the sudden queasy feeling that washed over him. To his side, his bird ruffled its feathers with its beak, oblivious to the truth that hit its owner harder than Groose's fist. Once he found Zelda, they could work out a way to return to Skyloft – if he found her. He had no idea where she landed and though it seemed unlikely that she survived the fall, Fi said so, and so he believed it. He just hoped she was safe, crossed his fingers that she ran into someone who could aid her. Zelda was not helpless, Link knew that, but he could only imagine how scared and lost she felt in a foreign place.

A sound rang in his ears; he could only describe it as someone unsheathing a sword. "What ails you, Master Link?"

Master. He was now a master. Before, the only title he was ever given was mister, and even then it was not a serious one. Zelda usually referred to him that way when he overslept and not even her loftwing could wake him up. Link was not sure if the blue creature called him that way out of politeness or because she truly saw him as her superior, but it made him uncomfortable nonetheless. He was not better than anyone, he was just a boy who happened to be... Her Grace's chosen hero apparently. It was hard to believe.

He could imagine Fi there behind him, but could not feel her presence. "Nothing, Fi. I'm just thinking." He wished he could go back to the academy, lie down on his bed and wake up to find it was just a bad dream, like the one he had the night before the Wing Ceremony. She was seen in that same dream, however Fi was here, so close, and the youth had pinched himself many times in the morning before leaving to know that it was really happening.

Standing in a little island far from Skyloft would to nothing to help any of them, though. Link inhaled deeply, seeking that same feeling of bravery he felt when he entered that dark cave to save his loftwing.

"Master Link."

He exhaled trough his mouth, an attempt to calm his nerves. "Yes, Fi?"

"There is a 98% of chance that your sailcloth will stop the fall."

A thick eyebrow quirked. "Thank you, Fi. I'll keep that in mind."

As she disappeared to wait inside the sword, Link climbed on his bird and got it into flight, soaring closer and closer to the opening. He felt a knot in his throat.

'That 2% better not happen.'

Once the loftwing was aligned with the hole, the boy glanced down and took another deep breath. It was time.

'Don't think. Just...'

Now he only needed to–

'Go.'

Jump.