(A continuation of this isn't really set-in-stone. I'm not going to say it's "Completed" since I do want to write more, but future chapters will just be things I randomly write on a whim, instead of promising some consistent schedule.)
Volga was not quite sure where he was. Following his defeat at the hands of that insidious, green-clad annoyance– that was no true defeat, the berserker reminded himself. After all, not only did he have that floaty, dancing chatterbox that could turn into a sword accompanying him, but that lightning bolt that came out of nowhere had deprived Volga of his precious power. That scarf of his looked stupid, too.
His eternal rage briefly quelled, he rerailed his train of thought. Following that incident, he had been knocked off of the floating island. He had expected to fall back down to Hyrule, slightly more scorching than his usual state but ultimately none the worse for wear. Instead, an eternal void of white greeted him.
As he got to his feet, he briefly entertained the possibility that it was some parlor trick, not unlike the magic of his own floating compatriot. Even if it was in the same vein, however, it could not have possibly been him; the environs were not nearly moody or monochrome enough for that.
Tightening his grasp on his spear, the dragon knight took a first step forward, then continued into a deliberate march. The blankness persisted for the duration of his pace, which did not escape even his hotheaded judgment.
His gaze snapped to one side of him, but he still saw nothing. His gaze snapped in the other direction, but he still saw nothing. Enraged, he let out a roar, and stabbed the ground below him with his spear. The force of his blow dispelled the entirety of the void surrounding him, revealing that the tip of his spear was embedded in a stone walkway that was now beneath his feet.
Volga was no stranger to stone walkways or introducing them to his spear, but this one in particular perplexed him. Deliberate lines were carved into it width-wise, creating multiple square slabs, as opposed to one continuous walkway. The sights to either side of this mysterious new walkway only further confused him.
To one side, there was a black road. Enigmatic contraptions moved and came to rest atop it; the vehicles resembled horse-drawn chariots, yet they moved without the help of any such animals.
To the other side, there was an enormous building, distinctly rectangular in shape and stretching far into the sky. Volga would even estimate that it was bigger than the castle in Hyrule, though he imagined it much easier to conquer. After all, it didn't have that ridiculous scarf-wearing bother who insisted that he bested Volga despite his clearly inferior fighting skills, and–
The rage in Volga seared forth once more, and he floated into the air a brief second before erupting into his draconic form. He looked down at the passers-by surrounding him, most of whom were wearing blue or black suits made of strange material and staring up at him in terror.
The dragon's neck launched forward, causing his head to hover a scant few inches away from a woman staring at him. "You think you're stronger than me?" asked the berserker, his newly donned form giving his voice an even more distinctive snarl than usual.
"I– Uh– What?" the clearly balding woman asked, her hairpiece starting to slide off one side of her head.
"Do you think you're stronger than me?!" the dragon knight roared, searing flames bursting from all around him. Miraculously, the only real damage done to any passers-by were to their precious hair (or hair accessories), but nevertheless most fled in terror.
Volga returned to his humanoid form and smirked at the scorched stone beneath him. It would forever be a memorial of his newest victory, he mused. This thought abated his fury and most other intelligent thought until he came across the fabled intersection. He stopped for a short second, recognizing the end of the stone path and the beginning of the black trail to another stone path.
It was then he noticed the flashing red sign shortly above the opposite stone walkway, presumably connected to the metal pole behind it. He stared at his own red armor, then nodded in decision, telling himself, "This sign beckons to me."
He had barely taken one step onto the black pavement before one of the metallic chariots blindsided him, zooming from the opposite end of the pavement straight into his side. Its front hood had totally caved in, and its controller was clearly dazed from behind his window, but Volga himself suffered no injury. In fact, the car hadn't even managed to push him an inch.
What it had managed to do to him, however, was enrage him further. A torrent of fire engulfed the knight, and his dragon form flew out of the flames, flying high into the sky and taking the caved-in chariot with it.
Although the man inside it cried for mercy, Volga's roar overtook any noise he made. "It was my turn!" the dragon declared after reaching the apex of his ascent, shortly before lobbing the automobile far into the distance.
Volga descended, falling straight through the roof of the building that was now beneath him. He resumed his human form shortly after his landing, and he spun his spear all about himself to dispel the dust cloud he had kicked up. The air around him then clear, he inspected his new surroundings.
Although he recognized almost nothing within the space, the few things he did recognize made it clear that it was some sort of living abode. A strangely vacant living abode, he was quick to note.
Volga shrugged, then declared to the heavens his occupation of the living space. He hadn't the scantest idea of where he was, but until he could find the answer to that, he might as well take some time to relax and build his strength in this living space.
He nodded in appreciation of himself and laid down on one of the leisure seats strewn about the room. He grabbed a nearby remote and fiddled with it, his curiosity eventually rewarding him by turning on the nearby widescreen television.
Volga didn't quite know how he had managed to turn on the device, nor did he even remotely understand what it was showing him. But he fixed his gaze to it, its lights and noises having enraptured him. As a result, he was left unable to notice the lights and noises coming from right outside his window. Specifically, the lights and noises of police sirens.
