Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda, if I did, I wouldn't share it. It'd be mine, mine, MINE!

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Chapter One—Old Memories

The great Valoo stared out at the sea, watching the hero Link sail away on the King of Red Lions. There was a part of him that snarled with hatred and itched for attack, to feel the hero's bloody flesh between his talons. His former self, Volvagia, still slept within him, longing for revenge, regardless that the boy had just saved him from the descendent of Gohma.

He remembered well when the Hero of Time slayed him within the Fire Temple, a little to well for his liking. He rather wished that the Goddesses had not allowed him to keep those memories. In truth it made things more difficult for him and he greatly desired to kill this hero; the hero that had saved him, the hero that looked so much like his old enemy. He knew that the boy was the Hero of Time reborn, destined to eventually wield that old, sacred blade that had killed him long ago, but he also knew that the boy did not remember any of it, unlike himself, and he longed to attack in the boy's ignorance.

He knew better than that. Perhaps at another point in time he would have killed the boy, would have leapt, but he had a duty to perform now, to give the Rito wings, that was why the Goddesses had given him new life.

Gravely he turned away from the seemingly endless sea and prepared himself for the arrival of the Rito fledgelings.

Sail, hero, sail. Sail far away,

Before I lose control,

Before I take my revenge in blood

And kill you before you know

What happened, what hit you

You will never know.

Sail hero, sail

Before I lose control.

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