The Creation of Adam
[ Solarpunk and Skyward Sword Crossover / SS!Link x Reader ]
After waking up on this strange, floating island, you realized you were alone. It didn’t bother you at first, maybe because you had no recollection of ever having company.
But then it started small. Speaking to yourself to fill the deafening silence, wishing for help with crafting, and making your cabin too big for one person. And then the fear set in.
You were alone.
There was no one here except you and that damn chicken.
You continued living on despite the longing for another. You built your cabin, though too big, and made yourself a farm of raspberries and cotton. You taught yourself how to sew and how to fish. You established a routine and… and life got pretty boring after that.
You noticed other sky islands in the distance and couldn’t help but wonder if maybe someone resided on them. Were they alone too? Did they wish for company?
…
You hoped they did.
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Recourses seemed to never end. Sticks and stones would always appear on the ground overnight, even when you swore you already grabbed them. Trees were always growing and the iron deposit seemed to never run low.
Though, it seems that raspberries and cotton don’t regrow once you harvest them, which you find really stupid. All these recourses, but you’re limited to 5 raspberry bushes? Honestly, aren’t there any other food sources?
You didn’t even want to get started on how tedious gathering clean water is.
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You’ve started to base your days off of the weather. At first, it didn’t matter whether it was sunny of if it was rainy, you kept your routine. But, to make the days less repetitive, your routine changed based off the weather.
On sunny days, you’d go and tend to your garden and go out to collect resources, adding them to your ever growing stash of things you’ll ‘use later’.
On rainy days, you’ll fish. All day. But you don’t fish fish. No. You fish sticks and stones and everything but fish! Oh, how you craved fish…
Today was a sunny day, you WERE tending to your garden but got distracted by a trail of smoke in the distance.
‘Had that always been there?’ You thought.
Maybe it was the small fire you saw when you first arrived (even though you don’t remember seeing a fire). You shrugged it off and finished your chores.
It was a sunny day when you hiked up towards where you first awoke, looking for more sticks. It was then that you noticed that the smoke did not come from a small fire, there was no small fire, but instead came from a hill you had never bothered to climb.
You stared at the smoke in confusion before narrowing your eyes.
Something was on your island.
You didn’t like that.
And so, you grabbed the sturdiest stick you could find (it wasn’t very sturdy) and climbed the hill. What you found was a small, crashed airship. When had that happened?
You approached the suspicious aircraft and peered inside. There wasn’t much, maybe some scraps you could use-
“Hello.”
You let out the most high pitched, horrified scream you ever scrumpt and whipped around.
In front of you stood a man with his hand awkwardly raised in a wave. He was a beautiful man, you’d say (not that you have anything to compare him to). His dirty blond hair perfectly framed his face, and his deep blue eyes stared right through you.
(You’d say they look like murky waters, but you’ve never seen such a thing.)
The man smiled a waved once more, thinking you didn’t see him at first. But you saw him, of course you saw him! You smiled brightly, as bright as the sun behind you, and laughed.
Another person! Company!
You weren’t alone anymore!
You were excited to show him your farm of cotton and raspberries, your house too big for you but perfect for two. You’d teach him how to craft and how to sew and how to-
“Hello.” You spoke softly, a joyous smile on your face.
“Hello.” He responded back, a gentler smile on his.
