One fine day I was playing Hyrule Warriors when I met Volga and got to witness him in all his glory. The guy turns into a dragon! How awesome is that? Naturally, I was very interested to know his story. How can he turn into a dragon? Why does he resemble Volvagia? Is he hot under that helmet? Not literally. I want to know if he's a looker.

Okay, okay. Anyways, I decided I wanted to try my hand at writing his backstory since the game didn't give us any information on him. Since I have other stories going and I don't want it to turn into anything huge it'll only be about five chapters. I kept second-guessing myself as to how this thing would go down but I just decided ah heck, I'll go ahead and publish. If anything, it'll add a little bit more love to Volga's section. He deserves it!

Enjoy!

Prologue - Fear

For more years than Volvagia cared to count, he had lived in the heart of Death Mountain. And many times in each one of those years, he was presented with a sacrifice, in hopes that his fiery rampage would be contained. Of course, it wasn't necessary at all. Volvagia had a very good temperament for a dragon, yet no one knew because no one cared to ask. Usually, those in his company only had the mind to cower and stutter profusely. Oh well. Volvagia would never turn down a free meal. Besides, it was good to let the mortals' fear fester inside them. And as their fear grew, the number of gifts given did too. As did Volvagia's pride. Their nervous worship of him made him feel like a god.

These mortals lived on the far side of the mountain and called themselves the Dragonkin, most likely an effort to keep favor with Volvagia. They possessed small amounts of magic, but nothing so powerful that it posed a threat to him. Pathetic, really. But not nearly as pathetic as the other residents of the mountain: the Gorons. These creatures were peaceful, but about as intelligent as the rocks they sprung from. They preferred to keep their heads down, avoiding Volvagia at all costs.

Unfortunately, Volvagia wasn't their only enemy. Dragonkin often hunted the Gorons to use as offerings in their sacrifices. It was no secret that Volvagia had a taste for Goron meat.

One day, Volvagia was curled in his favorite cavern when the scent of blood reached his nose. He was feeling particularly lazy today. The many lava pools in his special cavern warmed his skin, making his eyes droop with fatigue. He was tempted to bypass today's treat from the Dragonkin. Let the hungry Lizalfos have at it.

But as time wore on, the scent only grew stronger, making it difficult to sleep. Volvagia's mouth began to water. Perhaps a small snack couldn't hurt. It would make sleep easier to achieve.

He forced his heavy front limbs into movement, dragging himself upwards. Then he drifted into one of the many tunnels that led to the outside world. As he approached, the smell grew stronger and stranger. This was not the musky, earthy scent of the Gorons, nor the metallic blood of Dragonkin. It resembled that…but it was different.

Dragons lived long lives, and Volvagia was incredibly old. He had seen many things during his lifetime. So it was saying something, when he came outside and saw a sight he had never seen before.

It was a child. A child with fair hair and skin, lying in a crimson pool of his own blood. He was certainly of the Dragonkin, but none of those humans possessed the terrible mutations that afflicted this young boy's body.

One of his arms, which should have ended in a simple human hand, instead twisted into the claws of a dragon. Two leathery wings sprouted from his back, tangled together and covered in the same scarlet blood that dripped down the boy's face. Last of all, horns that resembled Volvagia's poked out of either side of his head like a tree extending its branches.

Volvagia remained silent for a long time, just staring at the child, shocked. Then the boy opened his eyes, peering at the great serpent through his mask of blood. His eyes were the color of emerald rupees. However, they held none of the fear that every other being possessed when gazing upon Volvagia's might. There was only quiet acceptance within.

It intrigued the dragon to no end. "Who did this to you, boy?" Volvagia hissed, drawing close.

The boy's eyes widened slightly, as though he had not expected Volvagia to speak. He gazed at him in silent awe. All the while, the pool around him was expanding.

"Speak," Volvagia growled impatiently.

The boy took a rattling breath. When he spoke, his voice was laced with incredible amounts of pain. "My magic…too powerful…" he choked out, quite pitifully. "M-made a mistake…s-so they…"

It was then Volvagia realized the blood did not seep from a wound caused by the boy's wings. No. Someone had taken a knife to his back, multiple times. Many stabs wounds decorated the area around his wings, as if his attackers had been trying to rip them right out of his skin. The same wounds were found on his dragon arm, where the skin ended and the scales began. Volvagia could see right down to the bone. His face was also marred by terrible scars, near the horns. The long gashes reached all the way down to his eyes, cutting through them to the lower lid.

Hot rage filled the serpent's chest, causing flames to lick at the corners of his mouth. "Why would they do this to you?"

The boy closed his eyes, looking paler by the second. "Unholy…monster…" he rasped, referring to himself. His breaths were turning shallow.

"How dare they!" Volvagia snarled. "To cut you up like this and leave you on my doorstep, as if to dishonor my name and the name of dragons everywhere. Cowards! Fools!"

The boy did not respond, resigned to his fate. But Volvagia had no intention of devouring him. Instead, he reached forward with one delicate claw and plucked him up off the ground. Then, as quickly as he could, he flew him back to his cave.

There, he cauterized the boy's wounds and healed them to the best of his ability. Then he waited for the child to awaken. Hours passed. Sleep no longer called to Volvagia. Instead, he spent this time pacing the length of the cavern, starting at every little sound of pain the boy uttered. But he did not wake up. At one point, he was terribly still, and Volvagia was certain he had passed. But then he would see the tiny movements of his chest as he struggled for breath.

Night was falling when the boy finally opened his eyes. Volvagia froze where he was. The two looked at each other for a long time. Again, there was no fear in the boy's eyes. Not even wonder, despite his coming from a tribe that worshipped (or pretended to worship) the ground Volvagia walked on.

"It's respectful to greet your superiors, particularly after they've saved your life," Volvagia rumbled.

The boy struggled into a sitting position, ignoring Volvagia and turning his attention to his warped hand with wide eyes. The injured skin was now blackened. Dry blood crusted the area where it melded into dragon scales. He blinked a few times.

With his keen eyesight, Volvagia could see tears were threatening to form.

"…I only wanted to see how far my magic could go. The tribe is always encouraging us to become stronger. Especially me. They said I was special, that I had magic unlike any other, but…I went too far…I stole the dragon's blood they kept hidden and…" He trailed off. After swallowing a few times, he tried to explain further. "They called me an unholy monster. Impure. They grabbed knives and spears…" Again, he choked off into a pathetic sob.

Volvagia felt a twinge of pity for the poor thing. But it was unlike the usual contemptuous pity he felt for all of the lesser beings around him. He truly felt sorry for the little scrap.

"What of your parents, boy?" Volvagia pressed.

The boy blinked, eyes misting over even further. "Father was the one who said…we had to cut them off." His wings twitched and he winced.

Volvagia hissed through his teeth at the images that came to mind. He had no wings himself, but he could still imagine the pain.

"The Tribe Head told everyone I had to be eradicated…to destroy the evil." The dam broke. Tears seeped forth, cleansing the boy's face of the dried blood stuck there. "I never wanted to…it was a mistake…!"

"Enough!" Volvagia said, silencing the boy with a snap of his teeth. "What's your name, boy?"

"I-It's—"

"Burn it from your mind. From now on, your name shall be Volga. And I shall be the one to look after you."