Out of breath, I staggered to close the distance between me and the town gates. "Either I have to start getting up earlier or *pant* we need to find another hangout.", I thought to myself, gasping for air.
Looking up, I gazed at the intimidating castle walls. The drawbridge was lowered and a guard stood at each side of the entrance. I saw one that I recognized as Gordon- with whom I speak regularly- and decided to go talk to him. "Hey!" I shouted as I drew closer, "Did you see Saria come this way?"
Gordon turned my way and smirked like he usually did. "What's wrong?", He replied, "Can't keep track of your girlfriend, Crow?". That made me steam from head to toe with what little energy I had left.
"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!", I exploded.
"Hey hey, relax, kid. I'm just messin' with ya.", He reassured me, "Anyway, I did see Saria about an hour ago. She asked for me to tell you to meet her and Tyson at 3'o'clock;". I checked my wristwatch-2pm- and fell out in exhaustion and bellowed, "I could've walked!!".
After I got back on my feet, I thanked Gordon and continued into the town plaza; typically where all the town residents hold meetings and events. I decided to sit at the fountain that was centered there and take a break.
I guess this would be a good time to tell you about my friend, Tyson. He and I go way back. Not as long as Saria, but who cares. He's been my partner in almost every one of my annual pranks, from egging to flooding the orphanage in whipped cream (don't ask how we made that work). Not only does he love a good joke, but he's also a hell of a brainiac. I can't remember anyone who's rivaled him in Chess, let alone intellectually. We're great friends.
Alright, back to the story...
Okay, so I have an hour to kill, I thought, what should I do? I looked around and the only thing out of the ordinary was a group of guys hangin' out; probably a gang or something. When I made out some of people, I hesitated a little.
I had ruffed up some of those guys for messing with Saria, the other day. Realizing this, I got up as slowly as humanly possible. I didn't want to start any trouble.
I had beaten them senseless with a metal rod because they were juggling around Saria's sketchbook like they were some new species of idiot or something. It leaves little to the imagination about whether or not these wannabes would want revenge. But, whatever happened to them was because of them. I only became karma's enforcer.... Okay, I was in a really bad mood that day, too. But, so what? Saria fussed me out for it, so alls well that ends well. I'm just glad that they got what they deserved.
As I started to walk away, I heard one of the guys shout to the other, "Hey! That's the kid who gave me, Mike, and the others some trouble!". I turned my head a little to see if they were talking about me. It was one of the dudes, I fought, that said it. He was still sporting some bandages I probably gave him as well. I turned my head back around and started to pick up my pace.
"Hey bird boy! Get back here!", one of the idiots shouted. Bird boy?! I stopped and turned facing them-fists clenched.
"Bird... boy? Where'd you get that insult from? One of your friends that became one of my punching bags? The name's Crow, dude. Get it memorized."
"Cocky little punk, aren't ya?", one of the bigger wannabes jeered.
Another one of the thugs I hadn't gotten the chance to fight advanced towards me. He seemed to be the leader of them; seeing that the others slightly withdrew to give him space. Aware that that was my most hated nickname in existence, I almost wondered who this guy was,
"How do you know me?", I said. He laughed at my narrowed eyes and gritted teeth, then said, "Hah! How can we not know you? Your one of the most popular people around!"
