Big's Big Day
Zelda gazed into the crystal ball. She was… perplexed. Sahasrahla’s words echoed in her mind. “Zelda my dear,” he had said, “you are like forty million years old or something now. It is time for you to know the secret of the Eye of the Sheikah.” Her memory may have been somewhat fuzzy. But going between dimensions through the Eye had given her mad ADHD. Hardly any thought had real consequence. “I only wear coats made of hats,” she said to herself, exploring the notion sardonically. “You ask me if I was a lizardman, but what if I don’t even believe in lizards, man?” She didn’t have time to mock whatever forces had driven her to this absurd place, where this was supposed to be the salvation of her kingdom that had turned to so much ash. But she didn’t have the willpower not to. And besides, those forces were clearly mocking her. Colors danced upon the vaulted ceiling, made of finely mortared bricks that were as smooth to the touch as river peb...