Zelink Micro Fic
Botw Zelink | 50 + 209 more words weeee
For the prompt: Sweet Victory
The first burned. It's not that hot buttered apples are complex. Just that other things are. He glances over the steaming cook pot. Such a small chef. She taught him how to make soup first: Vegetable cream. Something he might serve to Zelda one day. Grief drapes heavy on Koko's tiny shoulders. Bitter butter and charred apple. Her mother passed; her place taken by shadow and grief. He thought of Zelda. He gathers the death to himself like it's his fault. Like every other loss in the land. Like he lost one hundred years ago and now death consumes what it will. Wafting toasty ripe, this second apple is ready. He cuts a piece for her approval, and waits. His littlest mentor—teaching him a skill he already knows—nods sagely. Patient, he waits to see it. The expanding in her shoulders, a glimmer peeking through her eyes. I did it, her small smile says. I taught him how. He couldn't fight Ganon one hundred years ago, but he can war against the hopelessness here, this very moment, in the heart of a child. "It's good." She says, bobbing her head like he'll never quite reach her level of expertise. Smiling, he rises, cutting a section for himself. It's hard to say how things will shape up against the Calamity. What outcome he'll leave behind this time. Right now, Koko's spine is straight and her eyes are bright. He bites his buttery apple, and it's sweet.
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This is equally barely a microfic and barely Zelink but here we are. 😎
I love Koko. Long live the quests of a child.
