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Chapter 8: Waves of Flame
I watched as the forests zooming past the windows quickly shifted into a large, redish-brown rock face. The train then turned a corner, and I saw just how bad the destruction in Kakariko was.
Most of the village was simply gone. Some scattered ashes still littered the ground, and a few lucky walls, burnt to a crisp, still stood. What must have been a stone windmill (I couldn't quite tell, for the blades were burnt off), still stood, but half of it was in rubble on the ground.
Out of nowhere, another barrage of foggy images present themselves to me. I saw the town as it once must have been, with bright houses, lush trees, people and livestock everywhere, and, indeed, a large stone windmill where the rubble was. I saw minor fires start up on a few houses, and the very same ninja and green-suited swordsman, standing near a well. A large shadow rushed out of the well, brushed the ninja aside as though he were nothing more than a pesky fly, and flew off through a gate at the back of town.
The images faded, and I was back inside the train.
Wait... I thought, the gears of my mind putting some crucial details together.
That ninja... He looked just like sheik! But how long ago did these things happen? Did they even happen...? My thoughts were interrupted by the train whistle, signaling that we had arrived.
I stepped off of the small train with a few gorons, and a few others stepped on to take their place. The entrance to the Goron city was just ahead, and I saw two Gorons guarding the door, armed with shiny-new but poorly handled metal spears, and blue sacks on their belts. They hastily blocked the door as I approached.
“Human? Whad’you want?” One said, sounding a bit confused.
“My name is Markus.” I said. “I’ve come on princess Zelda’s behalf, to speak with your chief.” They glanced at each other, unsure of what to do.
“All right... We’ll have to escort you though.”
“I understand. Lead the way.” Zelda had said that the Gorons had it bad. Seems it’s even worse than I thought. The left guard walked through the cave entrance, and I followed casually. While he led me through the city, I glanced around, mapping the whole thing out for future reference. The city seemed to be built in an enormous crater, the smallest portion at the bottom being the center of the setup. Two doors sat on that floor, and caves led in and out of the levels. I noticed the green clad boy floating around, but the vision was wispy this time, and I was able to keep walking.
When we got to the ground floor, the Goron guard stepped up to one of the closed doors, whistled a simple, eleven note tune that for some reason, struck a faint cord in my memory, though I couldn’t remember ever hearing it. The door somehow slid open, and he motioned for me to stay while he walked into the room. I didn’t have to wait long, for he came back out after a minute and told me to enter.
I did, and I was pleased to see both the ruby, and the Goron who must’ve been the chief. “So, I’m told that you’re here in Zelda’s place?” He said in a voice cracking slightly with age.
“Yes, Chief, ah...”
“Link. Chief Link.”
I raised my eyebrow in question. “Link? Wasn’t that-”
“The Hero of time’s name? Yes, I get that a lot. My father new him quite well, and named me in his honor. So,” He dropped his voice level slightly, “The only human Zelda would send here is the one that she’s certain can save us?”
“Yes. And I was sent to her after taking care of the water temple back home.”
“So, you’re that water-Hylian.” He rolled his eyes. “Never know what’ll come out of the Zoras Domain, if anything... So, what have they decided on doing?”
“We’ll need to gather the sacred gems at the temple of time.” I said.
“So that’s her master plan... Not bad at all. Very well, take the gem, we can hold off those temple dwellers, no problem!” He turned toward a stone pedestal to his right, the gave a start. The stone, which had been there only moments before, was gone. ”There!” He pointed frantically toward the entrance, and I saw one of the strangest sights yet.
He looked to be human, but was made entirely of fire and rock. The ruby spun effortlessly on his point of a hand. I drew my sword and charged the thing. He almost seemed to grin wildly at me as he flew out the doorway, still facing me, and began weaving through the city.
He led me through the winding tunnels, back to the top floor, and out of the city altogether. I gripped my sword tighter, and noticed that the tiny red gem buried in the pommel was a bit loose. I experimentally swung it at the being,pressing the jewel down, and a blast of water shot out, nearly hitting him. He paused, then turned around and flew up the mountain.
I kept up pursuit, blasting jets of water at him whenever I could. He flew through a tunnel at the top, and I dove in after him. I instantly regretted it, as a wave of heat hit me. I saw the fiery form cutting through the door of a stone building on a nearby ledge. I worked my way down there, and jumped through the hole he made. It was slightly cooler inside, but not much.
I shot up the stairs, and turned right, where I just managed to see my foe enter. He was cutting through a huge door on the other side of a pool of lava. A stone platform sat in the center, and I jumped across just as the he jumped through. I followed, and he turned. He held up the ruby, and it vanished. Then, he reached behind him, and pulled a sword out. It was made of fire, but then the fire vanished, leaving a blood-red scimitar in its place.
I charged at him again, but instead of running, he parried my sword with his own. He quickly retaliated, but I parried his blade just as easily. We kept on like this, neither gaining a single blow to the other, until he jumped back, readying himself for a more complex move. I saw my chance, and swung, water hitting him across the face. It sizzled and steamed, and he dropped the sword to clutch at his burning- or, rather, no longer burning- face. I slashed again, this one hitting him across his arms and ribs.
Still pressing on the jewel, I ran up and drove the sword through where his heart should be. He screamed, water flowing to every part of his body, then simply disintegrated. I took the ruby, which lay unharmed in his ashes. Just as I did, however, the ground began to shake violently, and a huge shape blasted out of the ground. “Oh, come on!” I shouted.
The shape was a gigantic serpent-like dragon, now circling above. I stared at my sword, knowing how little good it would do against something like that. It flew at me, and I desperately tried to block, and although it turned sharply upwards afterwards, my sword was snapped in two, the other half landing on the edge of the platform.
I stared at the other half in bewilderment, then sheathed what was left, and took out my bow. I shot several arrows at it, although the ones that hit seemed to do just as little good. It was getting ready to come back around to finish me, but just then, a second dragon- this one more bulky, with wings, arms, and legs- crashed through the roof, grabbed the first dragon, and smashed him against the wall.
They dueled in the air, leaving me on the ground, only able to think things along the lines of
I’ve gone completely insane, and
WHAT did I eat last night? Finally, the first dragon plummeted into the lava surrounding the platform, and the second landed on the opposite side, looking me in the eyes.
“Markus. A pleasure to finally meet you.” He said. I was at a loss for words. He spoke. He knew my name. “You probably have a lot of questions, so I’ll just run down what I know.
“My name is Valoo. That other dragon, my brother,” He nearly spat out the word, “Is Volvagia. What you’re doing- gathering the stones- is absolutely what needs to be done. But make haste, for we need to stop this madness, and if you don’t, the goddesses have a plan of their own. Now, about your weapons... Go to biggoron, off the side of this mountain. He is perhaps the greatest smith alive- he can make you a mighty blade, and fix your old one, easily. Now, I’ve got to see what the goddesses want done about him.” He motioned toward Volvagia, grabed him with his teeth, and prepared to leave.
“Wait,” I said, “do you know Jabu-Jabu, by any chance?”
“Ha, ha... He prefers to be called jabun now. Not quite sure why.” And with that, he left, leaving me with my thoughts. Again, I found myself thinking,
What did I eat last night?