Gris
Summary: Gris French for Gray. While Link saves Hyrule, Mido develops his own ideas of what a hero should be and who can become one, deep inside Kokiri Forest. Oneshot. Mido POV
The trees whisper.
I watch as the flat stone left my hand to sail in a perfect, symmetrical arc to collide, with a wet "plop", onto the surface of the lake.
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7 skips. An odd number. I smile, pleased with my newly acquired knowledge.
An iridescent dragonfly flicks crystal droplets of water into my eyes and proceeds to stare me out of countenance with large, clear blue eyes. And I'm angry. So I brandish the cluster of pebbles that are cupped in my hands – vivid red, rosy pink, a pretty pale green – and toss them like small projectiles towards the offending party.
The dragonfly merely beats its shimmering wings disdainfully at me, too short to reach him, as if it is my fault that I cannot grow big and strong like the heroes that the Great Deku Tree murmurs about in its gentle slumber – like Link. And a well of rage bubbles inside of me. So I aim my pebbles with greater force and alacrity. For an instant, I am certain that the pebble will miss, but, half an instant later, it finds its journey's end in the dragonfly's miniature head. One blow.
I skip forward, a transcendent happiness wrapping itself around my thoughts. I succeeded! I vanquished the enemy – I am a hero! Then, as suddenly as it came, the brief euphoria vanishes as I see it, a delicate, defenseless insect, lying dead in the tall grass. From my hands, the colorful stones drop – violet, indigo, blue, and green, yellow, orange, and red – the tools of children, not heroes, unlike Link's sword. Unlike Link's sword.
And I'm sad. Because the pretty creature is lying broken on the cold ground. And because it was the ugliest pebble – the dull gray one that looks like a rainy day – maybe things would have been different if it were the sunny yellow rock from the ravine or the shiny silver stone I picked up by the river. But it had to be that pebble, the most un-heroic pebble that became my weapon.
Link would never use that.
A Hero would never use that.
And the trees whisper.
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Gris (n) (French) – Gray
Gray (n) - An achromatic color of any lightness between the extremes of black and white.
The idea just sort of came to me today during last period Drivers Ed. when I was contemplating how the voices of some people (or nations in general, my mind was on Third World Countries) are ignored in the world because they're not big enough or strong enough or rich enough. Naturally (as often my mind does), my thoughts wandered to LoZ and I started contemplating who would occupy that position in the storyline. Well small and impotent, for starters, is easy – the Kokiri. But just any random Kokiri wouldn't cut it, I needed a Kokiri with a personality, who actually played a role in the plot. Saria, as a sage, was obviously out of the question so that left me with Mido. Mostly, I focused on how Mido must have felt as Link went out and saved the world while he, who used to be bigger and stronger that Link, was still in the forest doing "nothing." As a Kokiri, I assumed that Mido's personality would be closer to that of a child's, with simple desires and emotions, perhaps with deeper triggers that he, as a relatively simple individual, would be unaware of. Feeling-wise, I tried to grasp that childishness that defined youth from maturity – that simplicity of thought and lack of foresight in Mido's actions and moods. Any and all comments are welcome.
- CC