Vaati and- The Hero?Chapter OneVaati and- The Hero?7 years ago in Fan Fiction
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I dont feel like dealing with pathetic excuses today! An angry voice echoed through the dark alley.
Im sorry! I dont have anything! Leave me alone! The current speaker was being held up in the air by a hulking silhouette. From what the moonlight was revealing, the second boy was clad almost entirely in purple; He was wearing a sweeping purple cape, which continued down to his knee. He also sported a purple hat with a red jewel on the front, and a purple tunic, even his hair, which covered his right eye and went halfway down his back, was lavender. The only exceptions were his pants, a striking reddish-orange, and a gold belt. His skin was unnaturally pale, with a slight violet tinge that made him look ill. A t-shaped scar was apparent on his left cheek, just under his only visible red eye, which was wide with fear. Drat. He thought. How do I always get myself into things like this?
Yeah, right. You deserve to be pun
Tales Of A Forgotten MinishTales Of A Forgotten Minish7 years ago in Fan Fiction
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From the Diary of Vaati Picoru:
Friday, April 25
I have the day off of school, so I had to go to market today with mother. I hate going there, so many other Minish that just stare at you and
Ug! She always has to pinch my cheek saying, Oh my! Isnt he the cutest little thing? But mother says I shouldnt be so negative about her, and I guess maybe, I shouldnt. I remember I used to like going to the market with my mother and my father. But I dont like to anymore, I think its just because Im growing up. Im already ten years old, almost eleven. Thats a big number. And things change when you hit the big two-digits; candy doesnt seem to taste as good anymore, its hard to have an imagination, you dont get as much attention, adults expect more of you
Mom says different, she says that ever since my father died five years ago, I havent been the same. Maybe its true, and maybe it is