Loss
Part of @legendoflinkficfight, written for @irenkaferalkitty’s prompt: Skyloftians travel to the Surface after Skyward Sword
Moving to the Surface was a good thing, Link reminded himself. There was only so much space above the clouds, resources even more limited. Link had lost a loved one to famine, everyone had at some point.
But when Link first led his people to the Surface, he couldn’t have known the cost. He didn’t understand the utter heartbreak gnawing on the other end of his soul bond, the emptiness that started clawing its way into his chest.
At first, the Loftwings visited often. People still came and went from Skyloft, taking care of the multitude of logistical issues involved in moving an entire society. The Loftwings were never more than a whistle away, and they’d come of their own accord after too long.
The first sign came the next spring, their first on the Surface. They prepared as usual for the celebration. The children who had come of age were ecstatic to meet their Goddess-gifted partners.
The week came and went, and not a single new Loftwing appeared. The children didn’t understand the gravity of the situation. Link felt it enough for all of them.
After that, the Loftwings started to drift away. They stopped coming unless called. The ones with weaker bonds stopped responding entirely. Link had to stand on the top of the landing platform for hours before Crimson would show.
By the end of their first year on the Surface, Link knew the Loftwings were gone. He knew it in the hole in his chest that his partner’s soul once filled. He knew it in the emptiness of the sky, the passionlessness of the wind. After all, what use was the wind if it didn’t have wings to soar under?
“This is a good thing,” Groose said as he built the foundation for a building as large as the Lumpy Pumkin’s entire island.
“This is a good thing,” Wryna said as she watched her daughter race through the fields, without concern of her slipping over the edge.
“This is a good thing,” Karane said, as she was pregnant with her and Pipit’s third child; the largest family seen in generations.
“This is a good thing,” Zelda said, as she held his hand and they gazed up to the clouds.
Link tried his hardest to believe them.













