The Hyrulian Valhalla Saga
By Queenie Z
In That Case, Where's The Superglue?
"Hey, Wind? I just thought of something."
Wind lifted his gaze from his mug of frothy hot chocolate. "Huh? What is it, Brown?"
Brown rested his head in his hand and looked up in thought. "You had to go around and collect pieces of the Triforce too, right?"
"Yeah. Mine was Courage, though, not Wisdom - why do you ask?"
"I was thinking... how do they manage to break it apart like that, anyway? I mean, isn't it all-powerful?"
Wind furrowed his brow and took a sip. "...You know, that's a good question," he said after a short pause. "You'd think something so powerful would be hard to break into pieces like that." His eyes went wide when he remembered something. "Wait - but didn't you say that your Zelda split apart the Triforce of Wisdom?"
"She did," answered Brown, holding his own mug absently without taking a drink, "but I never did ask her how she did it."
"Why not?"
He shrugged. "I was busy." He glanced back at the other Hero and grinned. "For all I know, she used a handsaw or something."
Wind nearly spat out his drink at the sudden mental image of the dainty Princess Zelda of Brown's time trying to saw apart her Triforce. He snickered. "Where would she get a handsaw powerful enough to cut the Triforce?"
"The same place I got a magical sword that shot beams at monsters?" Brown shrugged as he continued kidding around. "Those old men gave me all kinds of stuff. Maybe she got it from them."
"Or maybe," said Wind with a smile, "she just used magic or something to split it up. Zeldas can do that kind of thing, you know."
"I know," replied Brown, "but it's funnier to think she used a handsaw."
"Yeah, I guess I can agree with that."
Brown finally took a drink of his cocoa. For a moment, he considered asking her the next time she dropped by about how she divided the Triforce the way she did - but then he decided against it, not wanting to ruin the hilarious mental image he and Wind had conjured up.
