AN: I'm sorry, I haven't written any fanfic in so long. Life is getting chaotic. I just needed to get this one-shot out of the way. I was playing The Wind Waker when it came to me. I hope you enjoy it.
It had been a day like any other. The sun was shining in the sky, and the sky was a bright blue with few clouds scattered around. The Great Sea stretched on endlessly. It was an ordinary day, but a beautiful one.
Then the young boy came into my home, clothed in the green of fields as was custom. I was surprised, as I expected that he wished to learn the way of the sword, and swordplay was virtually unknown on the island. But there was a sense of urgency about him. I not only gave him basic instruction, but I equipped the boy as well. He seemed to catch on quickly, surprisingly proficient in swordplay. Perhaps I was surprised, and that is why the sword was given to him. But he left without a word.
Training the boy brought back my memories, and I was eager, perhaps too eager, to further instruct him, perhaps even spar with him. But it did not happen, for only a few hours later he had boarded the ship of pirates. Aryll had been kidnapped, I was told, and the boy was going to find her. I feared for his safety, though I did not voice my concerns.
Almost a month passed, and once again the boy entered my home, for her had returned to the island. I was gleeful, for he wished to spar with him. He appeared to be stronger than when he had left, so I gladly obliged.
Before sparring, I taunted his skills with the sword, hoping that he would be encouraged to prove me wrong about his skills. I was not disappointed. He had indeed grown stronger, but I was still stronger than he. I told him to return when he had become stronger, for we would spar again.
Many days past, and he returned again to me and we sparred again. He had indeed grown much stronger, and I was surprised. But I was still stronger than he. Not even flinching or complaining when met with my blows, he told me that he would return when he had become stronger, much stronger. I was excited, for the first time. I was excited by the possibility of a challenge, which sparring with the boy was beginning to become.
Then, one day, he returned to the island. Almost three months had passed since he had originally left the island, and there was quite a change in the way he carried himself and the way he carried his sword.
He challenged me to spar, and I could barely contain my excitement. But this time was different. This time, he indeed had become stronger than I. It was quite the fight, perhaps the best I have ever participated in.
As he stood there while I praised his skills, I was brought back to my own training, and I felt pride well up in my chest as I looked down at the boy who had accomplished so much in such a short time.
AN: Short, sweet, but I hope you enjoyed this nevertheless. Please read and review!