AN: My friend mentioned she couldn't find a key in one of the Zelda games and it renewed my love for Zelda. I started writing up a new idea and paused to look through the large collection of things I've already written but never finished. Figuring I'd never actually finish any of them (hey, maybe some day I actually will) but loving the ideas anyway I decided to put them here as drabbles. The drabbles I'm posting now are loosely connected, but not all of them will be, this is just a dump for drabbles.
So… enjoy!
Drabble One: Sheik's Envy
Sheik looked on with envy, the children in the village square didn't understand how lucky they were, allowed to run around and pretend they would be anything they wanted when they grew up.
Sheik mindlessly watched them until a new child appeared, on his back was a crude wooden shield and an old sword – or long knife for most adults. Probably made for him by his father or passed down so he could play with them, yet it was funny. This little boy, same age as he, was running around pretending to be a hero – he would most likely be a carpenter when he grew up, most boys were – and he, Sheik, would be forced into the role of hero, locked inside rooms as he was taught to read, and the old thinkers, every Royal since the beginning, every race, every prophecy, that could possibly be useful in the future.
