My Apprentice

{Author's Note: I've never finished the Minish cap; I admit this with much shame. Still, I need a poem, and I know enough about Ezlo to create something. This is an iambic pentameter, a poem-type older than Shakespeare that works today as well as it did back then.}

He came to me, one stormy night, a boy

With brilliant red eyes, innocent smile,

He wanted magic, powerful stuff, mine,

I took him in, and raised him like a son,

My apprentice, Vaati, hungered for fame.

I never foresaw him betraying me,

Stealing my power, giving me a curse,

Part hat, part bird, no minish to speak of.

He left me deep in wilderness, to die,

I surely would have, had Link not been there.

He needed guidance, so I hitched a ride,

Together we chased my rogue apprentice,

A princess had been turned to stone, he said,

He had to save her; she was his best friend,

And if I'd get my body back, I'd help.

We traveled the wide world in search of him,

When needed, Minish portals would shrink Link

I would push him quite hard in either form,

To find the sacred elements before

Hyrule castle was shrouded in darkness.

Taking the Four-Sword in hand, Link set out,

To defeat Vaati and save Zelda's life,

And thus My Apprentice was defeated.

And though Link and I are two worlds apart

His memory remains, an emerald Saint.