4th installment of the VGNU.
In a time of peace and prosperity in the Hyrule Kingdom, a new evil awakens.
The fate of the future rests on the shoulders of a young boy, as history begins to repeat itself.
(Originally published 2018-2019)
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After several hours of walking what felt like a thousand miles-- but most likely equated to a few yards-- Link stepped out of the log and onto a grassy path, tired and drenched in sweat. The grass was taller here, impossible to see over from this size, but the little path Ezlo had led him to was clearly hand made. Blades of grass stretching upward at rounded angles, held in place by what looked to be spider webs, creating a sort of tunnel. Along the path were thin vines wrapped around twigs, forming archways for him to follow as he made his way into the village. Berries hung like decorations overhead, and pebbles were flattened to make a sort of road.
The village itself was even more amazing, it almost made Link forget how tired he was from getting here. It was made of simple things, lost items from Humans that the Picori have claimed as homes like old shoes, broken pots, small crates. Carved wooden planks added layers to the village, and acted as bridges across the narrow streams running through it, but though the wood appeared sturdy, to Humans they would look like nothing more than toothpicks.
Before Link could get a closer look however, he found himself surrounded by strange creatures. They circled around him, looking up at him in excitement. Link had expected the Picori to be normal people, Human-like, but they were a creature all their own. Small snubby noses, longer ears, pitch black eyes, and stranger still they had feet like hands. Expectantly enough, their clothes were made of silk and grass.
"Hmmm," Ezlo said thoughtfully. "It appears we have found the Minish Village."
Adorable, Link thought, laughing a little. In an odd sort of way.
"Pico Picori!" one said.
"Uh, er, hi?" Link chuckled.
The Minish stepped closer, jumping up and down like little kids. Perhaps they were, but Link couldn't tell. They spoke a few more words of their strange language, and ran away into the blades of grass.
"I gather it's been quite some time since they last saw a Human."
"Yeah," Link agreed. "I don't know why I thought they'd speak the same language."
"You mean to tell me you didn't understand what they were saying just now?" Ezlo scoffed, clearly offended.
"Well, no," Link answered. "Could you?"
"Ah, yes," Ezlo said sheepishly. "That was the language of the Minish. It's a little different from the dialect I am most familiar with. I'm afraid I didn't catch most of what they said myself."
"Maybe someone here understands my language," Link said, entering the village.
"Perhaps," Ezlo agreed. "We should look around."
Link nodded and started following the winding paths of the village. It was all hidden under the tall grass, and if anyone of normal size saw it they'd think it was just a pile of discarded trash, but up close Link saw what interesting things the Picori could do with a Human's trash.