Author's note: I am not good at long chapters so I decided to try telling a story in a series of drabbles. I never wrote a Vaati centric fic nor a LOZ fic before so do not hesitate to assist me in fixing mistakes. These drabbles are third person mainly focusing on Vaati's story around the games The Minish Cap and Four Swords. Please enjoy! Drabble lengths will very.
Vaati wanted to be stronger. The small Minish wanted strength, wanted to stop being weak, wanted to just impress his master. Ezlo hardly showed appreciation for the boy's talents. And that frustrated the lavender haired child, his bright red eyes flashing with impatience and anger with a hint of-
Sadness? Or determination? Whatever it was, it fueled the young Minish. Vaati longed for knowledge Ezlo was refusing to give to him. He concluded that, if you wanted something, you must take for yourself.
And Vaati did take whatever his fuzzy paws can land on. Books he read in secret, visits to the human realm where he studied the larger persons. The old fool did not know of this. Why would he? Always preforming some useless task, refusing to continue teaching the apprentice.
Maybe it was not so much as a refusal. But more of over protection to a point where it felt like it. Ezlo always said magic was dangerous, powerful, and can be used to harm others if placed in the wrong hands. Vaati knew this. Of course, he knew this. The sage integrated that fact into the young Minish's head. Dangerous magic and more annoying bullshit he already was aware of.
He knew he wasn't learning anything at this rate hence why Vaati was trying to teach himself. It was annoying and slow; however, he was learning far more than Ezlo ever taught him.
The Minish had his nose buried in a book he swiped from his master's library. He knew his master would never notice the missing book. The pages in the book spoke of small spells, elemental spells, a novice can perform. Vaati considered himself above a novice due to his fast learning and intense self-teachings. He can summon fire at his finger tips without a thought.
But he wanted more.
Of course, he wanted more. The young Minish was greedy for knowledge. A greed that would never be satisfied if Ezlo continued at this incredibly slow pace of 'teaching.'
Small fuzzy paws slowly traced over the words on the page, bright red eyes skimming right and left and right again. The Minish was in a secluded corner of his room, back facing the wall as he leaned against it. The book described spells of wind, an element Vaati has taken a liking to more than a small burst of flames. Wind felt like.
It felt like freedom. It has no master but its own, no rules.
Nothing.
Vaati wished he was free. Free from his life as a Minish. A rat. A small thing that can easily be killed by the slightest mishap. Minish were small things, with bright wide eyes, fuzzy paws, small snouts that resemble a mouse.
A rodent. A fucking rodent.
And Vaati hated being small. It was a horrid reminder of how weak he was.
Which was why he constantly sought knowledge of magic and power. He turned a page in the book, his nose twitching as his eyes narrowed at the words on the page.
Power. Power drove people to madness.
He slammed the book shut in a fit of rage.
He would rather be mad than that of a mouse.
Soon enough, the knowledge of books was never satisfying the greed Vaati faced. He took trips to and from the human world, watching with his large beady red eyes, listening to the gossip and conversations between the large humans. He would travel from the small hut Ezlo called a home to Hyrule castle, a few hours (at most) away from the Minsh town located in the woods.
He arrived by midday, the sun high up in the sky. Being a Minish in such a large and dangerous town took for alarm. He took to the nooks and corners of buildings. There was a small opening in a stone wall, large enough for him to slip through. Once he did, he found himself on the floor. His instinct was to climb higher.
Paws gripped the imperfections in the wall as he scaled it. He grew tired quickly, not used to climbing. Yes, he was a Minsh. Yes, his race climbed. But Vaati spent most of his days inside with his twitching nose buried in a good book. He frowned as he climbed, reminding himself that this endeavor was for knowledge on power his master did not give him.
He found a decent indent in the wall, high enough for him to glance around and study his surroundings. Vaati took note that he was in what humans deemed to be a bar. He made his guess based on what he saw and the strong scent of alcohol filling his nose. He would never understand the idea behind being unable to think clear enough or let alone stand. Alcohol smelled gross, yet humans drank it in large gulps, their drunken laughter filling the bar.
His nose twitched in annoyance and mild interest. Humans (or rather Hylains, the pointed eared mortals that worshiped the goddess Hylia. Ezlo spoke of how these mortals can hear even the goddesses whisper. Vaati thought of that to be impressive) were large and powerful. And were drunk. Drunk off the ale. Booming voices demanded for more and the smaller Hylian behind the counter only smiled and gave into the request. And the drinking continued.
Vaati wanted to be that tall. Instead he has his body of a rat. Feathered tail and all.
The Minish continued to watch the humans gather and drink. His boredom was growing rather quickly and by the third hour of just sitting there, he felt the urge to leave.
Until a large and rather rough hand slammed against the table causing even the Minish to jump and nearly fall out of his nook in the wall. Large red eyes traveled over the source of the outburst, his curiosity piquing.
The owner of the large fist was red in the face, seething with rage. Vaati knew he should be afraid of the sight, how the man grabbed the throat of the other and squeezed, how the smaller gasped and choked on air, how people surrounding the two were either cheering or pleading.
Vaati knew he should be scared.
But he was fascinated.
That power that Hylian had. Vaati wanted it and more. The wrath that man had for whatever reason was inspiring. The Minish's bright red eyes widened in awe. He even found himself cheering on the man currently crushing the other's throat. His small voice was not heard over the various humans screaming in the bar.