Here we go, my next Legend of Zelda fanfic. Inspiration for Volvagia! came a few weeks ago when I was replaying Ocarina of Time for the umpteenth time. When you stop the Goron Link rolling with the bomb, he tells you of an ancient Goron hero that was the first to save the Gorons from Volvagia. I searched webpage after Zelda webpage and was unable to find anything on this Goron hero. So, I decided to make up my own story for him. It takes place long enough before Ocarina of Time to be considered only a legend during that game (which means that it's very, very early in Hyrule history). Oh, I promise this story will be A LOT better than my other Zelda one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda; it belongs to Nintendo and the great Shigeru Miyamoto. I kind of own the plot, even though it is a part of revealed Hyrule history. If anyone has done a story about this before, I would like to know. I hate to make it seem like I stole the idea from someone else, and I'm sure I'm not the first to wonder about Volvagia's beginnings.
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Volvagia!
A Legend of Zelda Fanfic by CassieLH
Prologue
Today in Hyrule, the following story is but a legend, a myth. A scary story told around campfires and in taverns late at night. Simplified and less terrifying versions are told to naughty children who refuse to go to sleep followed by the warning that "Volvagia likes to eat little boys and girls who don't follow Mommy's instructions".
No one believes that it's real. In fact, since the death of the first great hero known as Link, there has been no one who even believed that a single dragon had ever even lived in Death Mountain, or anywhere in Hyrule.
How wrong those people are.
If only they knew how close all the races of Hyrule had been to extinction because of this beast. This one, single creature had great plans to destroy everything that had been built up in the few generations since the lives of the great goddesses themselves. Had fate served his side, nothing but dragons and minions of evil would live in the modern day world. It is very lucky that the hands of the goddesses were praising the side that had to try to defend themselves.
Yes, very lucky. The true story of what happened can be told by no one. Too much of it has been lost throughout the years. All one can do to tell an accurate version is listen to as many different people tell it and rule out what obviously didn't happen while fitting together the plausible content. Who knows, maybe the right way to go about it is completely opposite.
What follows is what one historian, Queen Zelda XI of Hyrule, believes the tale to be. She has labeled it as The Most Accurate Version of the Story of Kotamaton, though she doesn't believe a single event happened the way she portrays it. Everyone who reads it, however, give a simpler title: The Epic Tale of Volvagia! What the princess has written is contained in the following prologue and chapters:
Women shrieking, men running,
Children not laughing they are fleeing;
This curse do I put upon thee,
With a dragon upon your country.
It is something hard to get ridda,
This curse Volvagia!
Not a single soul in the small town of Limapo took the wizard seriously. Indeed, there were very few who believed the man to even be a wizard at all. He was lovingly referred by the Hylian residents as the "Poor Rhymer with a Beard Missing a Mind".
He had always been known as a theif and a liar, even as a child. Born a hunchback with odd, magical powers, there was little to wonder about to find why he was always alone and disliked. His mother died giving birth to him and his father refused to even look at such an ugly little beast, so he was tossed out on the streets to fend for himself. Surely, he would have died during his first week if the villagers did not take pity on such on ill-born child.
The pity only lasted until he learned to walk and talk. Limping through the streets on uneven legs with a hideous swelling on his back that forced his head forward, he was seen as a scary and unpleasant boy; a boy whom mothers took extra care to keep their children away from.
Because he was alone and shunned by every Hylian in the village, the wizard grew up to be a very unpleasant man. He had a sarcastic tongue and never said anything that wasn't an insult or a declaration of doom. At least twice a week he'd sit in front of the town central building and shout that all of Hyrule would be cursed by the time of his death. Of course he wasn't believed; what could a hunchbacked man who could barely walk do against them?
The addition of his poem was answered with laughs. "That old bearded man has finally gone out of his mind!" the people would say. Those looking to be jesters for money would tell the mayor of the city and his family the poem over and over in a stupid voice while hobbling about the stage outside the central building like a hunchback. The wizard would glare while they performed and he vowed that his day of revenge was getting closer.
And so it was. Not too long later, he gave the town a better reason to remember the poorly-written poem. The community was beginning their second summer as a town when the crazy old man came across an egg. The egg, as large as a Goron's head, glowed red day and night. It throbbed the colors of fire, lava and destruction all during the ten days he carried it with him as he patrolled the streets, always reciting his poem. All thought he had now gone yet another step into insanity, but the words were lodged in all of their minds.
On the tenth nigh since he had chanced across the egg, the wizard scaled Death Mountain. For such an old, worn man, he was in surprisingly good shape. By the last hour of the night, he stood in the center of the crater, directly in front of one of the lava pits. Slowly, he bent forward and placed an item carefully inside.
Midnight struck. The moon, at its peak in the sky, cast its beam directly in the center of the pit, where the throbbing egg absorbed all of the bright light. The wizard whispered a spell in the Tongue of Magic, a spell that made the egg swell and bulge. It grew larger and larger until cracks began to form in its thick, blood-colored sides.
The egg began to rise out of the pit, rolling over and over as it climbed into the air. The sides were being pushed in and out by the strong arms of the dragon inside. In an instant, with a loud cracked that echoed throughout the crater and was said to be heard all throughout Hyrule, the egg fell away into two perfect halves. In its wake was a thin, red creature with only two arms separating it from the snake class, born of the fires of the Dark World. Gliding through the volcano cater with natural grace on its two, wet baby wings, the dragon dipped down into the fires of its birth.
After taking a gulp of lava and getting a feel for its new home, the monster poked its head back up to hear the words of its creator. The wings had been burned off, now that he was dry he wouldn't need them to fly, and the flaming red skin on his head had been burned off to show the bone. Mean horns grew out of his skull, and red streaks of fiery hair sprouted from between them.
"Volvagia!" the wizard shouted, beckoning the dragon to him with old, wrinkled hands. His eyes glittered with a joy that had never been present before in his miserable life. "Volvagia!"
The child dragon was a playful thing. While learning its name, it was beginning to play with one of its new powers: fire breath. Before he realized what was going on, the wizard found his entire body smothered in flames. It took mere minutes for him to become no more than a pile of ash. All the while before his death, he was shouting the same word: "Volvagia!"
Volvagia roared and sent a stream of flame into the night sky. He would never throughout his life forget that wandering old wizard that had created him as a curse. Yes, the dragon would be a curse. He would conquer the people that caused him to be born.
He was Volvagia!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda; it belongs to Nintendo and the great Shigeru Miyamoto. I kind of own the plot, even though it is a part of revealed Hyrule history. If anyone has done a story about this before, I would like to know. I hate to make it seem like I stole the idea from someone else, and I'm sure I'm not the first to wonder about Volvagia's beginnings.
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A Legend of Zelda Fanfic by CassieLH
Prologue
Today in Hyrule, the following story is but a legend, a myth. A scary story told around campfires and in taverns late at night. Simplified and less terrifying versions are told to naughty children who refuse to go to sleep followed by the warning that "Volvagia likes to eat little boys and girls who don't follow Mommy's instructions".
No one believes that it's real. In fact, since the death of the first great hero known as Link, there has been no one who even believed that a single dragon had ever even lived in Death Mountain, or anywhere in Hyrule.
How wrong those people are.
If only they knew how close all the races of Hyrule had been to extinction because of this beast. This one, single creature had great plans to destroy everything that had been built up in the few generations since the lives of the great goddesses themselves. Had fate served his side, nothing but dragons and minions of evil would live in the modern day world. It is very lucky that the hands of the goddesses were praising the side that had to try to defend themselves.
Yes, very lucky. The true story of what happened can be told by no one. Too much of it has been lost throughout the years. All one can do to tell an accurate version is listen to as many different people tell it and rule out what obviously didn't happen while fitting together the plausible content. Who knows, maybe the right way to go about it is completely opposite.
What follows is what one historian, Queen Zelda XI of Hyrule, believes the tale to be. She has labeled it as The Most Accurate Version of the Story of Kotamaton, though she doesn't believe a single event happened the way she portrays it. Everyone who reads it, however, give a simpler title: The Epic Tale of Volvagia! What the princess has written is contained in the following prologue and chapters:
Children not laughing they are fleeing;
This curse do I put upon thee,
With a dragon upon your country.
It is something hard to get ridda,
This curse Volvagia!
Not a single soul in the small town of Limapo took the wizard seriously. Indeed, there were very few who believed the man to even be a wizard at all. He was lovingly referred by the Hylian residents as the "Poor Rhymer with a Beard Missing a Mind".
He had always been known as a theif and a liar, even as a child. Born a hunchback with odd, magical powers, there was little to wonder about to find why he was always alone and disliked. His mother died giving birth to him and his father refused to even look at such an ugly little beast, so he was tossed out on the streets to fend for himself. Surely, he would have died during his first week if the villagers did not take pity on such on ill-born child.
The pity only lasted until he learned to walk and talk. Limping through the streets on uneven legs with a hideous swelling on his back that forced his head forward, he was seen as a scary and unpleasant boy; a boy whom mothers took extra care to keep their children away from.
Because he was alone and shunned by every Hylian in the village, the wizard grew up to be a very unpleasant man. He had a sarcastic tongue and never said anything that wasn't an insult or a declaration of doom. At least twice a week he'd sit in front of the town central building and shout that all of Hyrule would be cursed by the time of his death. Of course he wasn't believed; what could a hunchbacked man who could barely walk do against them?
The addition of his poem was answered with laughs. "That old bearded man has finally gone out of his mind!" the people would say. Those looking to be jesters for money would tell the mayor of the city and his family the poem over and over in a stupid voice while hobbling about the stage outside the central building like a hunchback. The wizard would glare while they performed and he vowed that his day of revenge was getting closer.
And so it was. Not too long later, he gave the town a better reason to remember the poorly-written poem. The community was beginning their second summer as a town when the crazy old man came across an egg. The egg, as large as a Goron's head, glowed red day and night. It throbbed the colors of fire, lava and destruction all during the ten days he carried it with him as he patrolled the streets, always reciting his poem. All thought he had now gone yet another step into insanity, but the words were lodged in all of their minds.
On the tenth nigh since he had chanced across the egg, the wizard scaled Death Mountain. For such an old, worn man, he was in surprisingly good shape. By the last hour of the night, he stood in the center of the crater, directly in front of one of the lava pits. Slowly, he bent forward and placed an item carefully inside.
Midnight struck. The moon, at its peak in the sky, cast its beam directly in the center of the pit, where the throbbing egg absorbed all of the bright light. The wizard whispered a spell in the Tongue of Magic, a spell that made the egg swell and bulge. It grew larger and larger until cracks began to form in its thick, blood-colored sides.
The egg began to rise out of the pit, rolling over and over as it climbed into the air. The sides were being pushed in and out by the strong arms of the dragon inside. In an instant, with a loud cracked that echoed throughout the crater and was said to be heard all throughout Hyrule, the egg fell away into two perfect halves. In its wake was a thin, red creature with only two arms separating it from the snake class, born of the fires of the Dark World. Gliding through the volcano cater with natural grace on its two, wet baby wings, the dragon dipped down into the fires of its birth.
After taking a gulp of lava and getting a feel for its new home, the monster poked its head back up to hear the words of its creator. The wings had been burned off, now that he was dry he wouldn't need them to fly, and the flaming red skin on his head had been burned off to show the bone. Mean horns grew out of his skull, and red streaks of fiery hair sprouted from between them.
"Volvagia!" the wizard shouted, beckoning the dragon to him with old, wrinkled hands. His eyes glittered with a joy that had never been present before in his miserable life. "Volvagia!"
The child dragon was a playful thing. While learning its name, it was beginning to play with one of its new powers: fire breath. Before he realized what was going on, the wizard found his entire body smothered in flames. It took mere minutes for him to become no more than a pile of ash. All the while before his death, he was shouting the same word: "Volvagia!"
Volvagia roared and sent a stream of flame into the night sky. He would never throughout his life forget that wandering old wizard that had created him as a curse. Yes, the dragon would be a curse. He would conquer the people that caused him to be born.
He was Volvagia!