The Hyrulian Valhalla Saga
By Queenie Z
Leave My Curly Straw Out Of This!
It was lunchtime, and if there was any time the Heroes loved, it was whenever they could stuff their faces with anything they could ever want. Today, the Hero from the sky, the Hero of Time, and the Hero of Winds were all eating together under the cool shade of an apple tree. What they were eating, however, wasn't important – it's what was in their bottles to drink that's relevant to this tale.
Sky had plain water in his bottle today, although on other days he would have iced tea or even pumpkin smoothies. Wind was sipping cool, crisp coconut juice from his bottle, its sweet taste and chunky bits of flesh reminding him of simpler days on Outset Island. Time, meanwhile, was having his staple favorite: Lon Lon Milk, fresh from the cow, complete with...
"A curly straw?" snorted Wind, a smirk creeping across his face. "Uh, aren't you a little old for something like that?"
The Hero of Time frowned. "Mind your own business," he said, sipping his milk from said curly straw.
Sky bit his lip to keep himself from laughing. "He has a point... actually, I would think Wind here would be more likely to want a curly straw than you, Time."
Wind gave Sky an unamused look. "I died in my fifties, you know."
"But you're a kid here, and Time is, well..."
The insulted Hero suddenly shot the other two a glare that would have scared even death away. When all eyes were on him, he spoke, quietly yet with a barely-contained rage.
"Let me tell you something," he said, "I had seven years of my childhood taken away. That's seven years of innocence I never got back the rest of my life. From the day I took the Master Sword until the day I died, alone, sick, and delirious, I never got to truly experience being a kid like I could before." He held out his bottle. "So I would think, now that I'm here, that I was at least a little entitled to enjoy childish things, and for that reason, I will drink my milk with a curly straw if I damn well please. Got that?"
The other two Heroes stared slack-jawed at him, then returned to their meals, a guilty silence looming over them. Time simply closed his eyes and enjoyed his milk to the very last drop.