Yeah I know I take forever. But here is the next installment. I have had so many stories I have been working on and toying with it's not funny. Well anyway, I do not own link all that stuff though Orin is my creation. This is real tedious but I don't want to get in trouble. And without further a do….

Orin looked up at the various outcroppings sticking out in random intervals all the way up to the entrance to death mountain. There is no way he could get up there that way without causing further damage to the young dragonling in his arms. The rapid jerks could severely injure if not kill him in his fragile state. It wasn't too far up and the dragonling didn't weigh much so….

"Here link, take him for a moment."

He handed the young one over to Link who cradled him like a baby in his arms.

"What for?"

Orin didn't answer just dropped the pack he wore and peeled off the black tunic he was wearing. Link stood there in half confusion half wonder as Orin's finely toned upper torso was laid bare right before his eyes without a second thought.

Link found that Orin's skin had a light tan to it. It was barely there, just enough to give it a healthy color but still considered fair compared to his. He hadn't seen the tan since the lighting in the water temple made even his golden tan seem pale.

Orin's body was almost a lot like his in tone but more….graceful. It was the only word he could think of. It wasn't pure strength like his was from years of fighting off monsters with nothing but sword, bow and hook shot. His was more like Sheik's had been, built for stealth and agility as well as strength. That and his musculature was a bit different around the back considering he did have wings. His body was that of a humanized cat.

The many scars he had stood out even more so now than in the temple, revealing a few scars Link hadn't seen the first time. There were whip marks on his sides that reached around to his back and what look like scars from a fire poker in random places. They were signs of torture and were fairly new by the looks of it….. What had Gannon done to him?

Link almost asked but thought better of it. And to keep him from saying anything he drew his attention to all the more faded scars, some of them barely visible. There were claw marks from monsters, slash marks from various sword marks, and even small round scars from, what could have been and probably was, arrows. Orin obviously was a warrior like he was at one point before Gannon got to him. But how did Gannon get to a warrior like him?

"Rupee for your thoughts?"

"huh?"

Link looked up to see Orin staring at him with a raised eyebrow, as he pulled his hair back into a ponytail using a strip of cloth Malon had loaned him.

"You seemed to be deep in though there Link."

"Oh, just admiring your scars."

Link than fervently kicked himself in the head for opening his mouth.

"Oh really?"

"well, I meant….by your scars it seems as if you had been a warrior at one time."

"I suppose that's possible. I probably wouldn't have this body if I wasn't something of the sort."

"Yeah. I would probably be just a stick if I hadn't had to save Hyrule…."

"You'd still be cute."

"Wha?"

Orin chuckled, "Never mind."

He then turned around and stuffed his shirt into his bag that was hooked around his waist like a belt. And that was when he saw Orin's back. The whip marks were all over his back but they were covered by something he didn't remember being there when he had first changed back. Covering the whip marks on his back were a pair of large tribal wing tattoo's that almost covered his entire back. When had he gotten them? And where had his wings gone? He thought that maybe he had shrunk them and wrapped them around his chest like armor but there was no sign of them. Unless….

"What are you doing Orin?"

"I do not wish to tear up the only shirt I currently own, Navi."

"What do you mean?"

She got her answer when the wing tattoos on his back raised upward turning into the large black wings he had sported when the spell had worn off. He stretched them out a few times before re hooking his pack around his waist.

"So that's where you wings went."

Orin turned and smirked.

"It's an old trick of my race. Of what I can remember of my race anyway."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not really…."

"That's good."

"Okay, hand him too me."

"You gonna fly up there Orin? I thought you said your wings were to weak."

"They are to weak to carry another person besides me Link. The little one here doesn't weigh much so I will be fine. Besides, he is too weak to traverse the multiple jumps it would take otherwise."

"I guess I will have to get eh cobwebs out of my hook shoot then. Hang on Navi."

"I will meet you up there."

With one flap of his wings Orin soared upwards, shooting like an arrow up towards the sky. It took only a mere two flaps of his wings before he flew passed the ledge that the cave rested upon. He slowly glided down , to land soundlessly on the rocky edge. Orin looked down at the little one who slept in his arms, the wounds on his body already healing, with the help of Orin's connection to their race. He gently patted it's head and took one step forward………only to be charged at by a very distraught Goron.

"Give back the dragonling!"

Orin jumped up into the air, the large ball of rolling Goron just barely missing his left leg. Not even a moment after Orin touched ground he had to jump upwards again only this time staying in the air. He though he was safe to try and reason with the hylian creature until very large boulders started to wiz past his head.

"Give him back you thief!"

"Creature! I am…ah!...not….whoa!...your enemy!"

"Says the vile creature holding the stolen dragon! I will destroy you!"

"You Idiot! If you destroy me you will kill the dragonling!"

Swoosh-Crack!

"Ahhh!"

Orin began to drop out of the sky, his right wing severely injured from the boulder that collided with it. He flipped to his side, using his body to protect the young dragon from the blow. The ground slammed into his flesh like a dragons tail in the middle of a fight. He swore he heard a couple ribs crack…or maybe it was a wing….he wasn't sure. But whatever it was it was gonna hurt when he got up….and it was gonna hurt badly…

"Now you shall pay for your crimes creature…"

Orin glared up at the large Goron, his right eye closed against the pain in his ribs, his breath hissing through clenched teeth, and his battered body barely holding him in a crouched position. His body would not normally sustained such punishment but he had to protect the dragonling. If his life became forfeit to keep him alive so be it. He could not remember where this feeling came from but he couldn't push it back. It was ingrained, an instinct, a part of him he couldn't deny.

He looked down at his skin as scales began to appear and his canines began to lengthen behind his lips. His defense mechanism was kicking in. He had to keep it at bay or this walking boulder wasn't going to live through the encounter.

He held the dragonling tight against his chest as it stirred and opened it's eyes. The Goron had it's large fist raised above his head, ready to strike. Orin braced himself for death, and stared into the eyes of the one that would bring it without blinking. He prayed to the dragons that the Goron didn't miss.

Link cleared the last ledge expecting to see Orin up there handing the dragon back to the Goron's. What he got was Darunia with a murderous look on his face, his massive fist raised in the air, about to pummel Orin into the ground. Oh…Not good! Not good!

"Darunia Stop!"

Link charged head on at the two battling creatures and pounced. He latched onto Darunia's arm, his whole body hanging off of it in an attempt to stop Darunia from smashing Orin's skull to pieces like a watermelon.

"Link?"

"Darunia, calm down! He's a friend…my friend. He's here to help. Please don't squish him! I beg of you please don't squish him!"

Darunia blinked and the anger left his eyes. Confusion soon followed.

"He's with you little brother?"

Link nodded his head vigorously as Darunia looked over at Orin who was now kneeling on the ground still watching Darunia, ready to pounce any second if he should make any threatening movement.

"What is he doing with the baby dragon?"

"When we were running up the mountain path we saw him crawling down it. He was trying to get to you but was to weak to make it. Orin carried him back up here."

"Oh."

Darunia dropped his arm. Link landed on his but with a loud thud. Link took two seconds to say ow before scuttling over to Orin to check on him and the dragon.

"Everything all right Orin? You okay?"

Orin took a relived breath as the scent of danger faded and his body returned to normal. He sat down slowly and leaned against the rock wall of the Death Mountain entrance.

"I have a couple bruised ribs from falling and my wing I believe is broken but otherwise I'm fine."

"How's the baby?" Darunia asked.

"I am fine."

The small dragon climbed out of Orin's arms and slithered onto the ground, fully healed. He looked up at Darunia, then to Orin and back again.

"Darunia, you should really control that temper of yours. If Orin hadn't protected me with his own body I would have died, then my young siblings would have no one to teach them. You shouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly. I believe you owe this young man an apology."

Darunia nodded at the dragon before kneeling in front of Orin. Orin, out of reflex, drew away from him when he held out his hand. It was internal reflex. If on first meeting the person, or creature in this case, attacks then his instincts register it as a foe to be wary of. It would take a while for the message to be counter acted.

"Your not gonna throw rocks at me or crush my head in are you?"

"I wish only to apologize. A few of the Goron's had said that the youngling had been kidnapped. They didn't know how strong he actually was. And when I saw you, a creature I had never seen before, I assumed that was what had happened. I apologize for whatever injury I have caused you."

"I see. Apology accepted."

Orin shook his hand.

"Link, you do have some potions with you right?"

"Yeah, but they are useless Darunia."

"Why is that?"

"Only I can heal him. Move."

The young dragon crawled up to Orin and slowly climbed up Orin's arm so he could maneuver his body right on Orin's chest. Orin placed his hand on the young dragons head and closed his eyes as he started to glow a faint white light. Link and Darunia looked on in awe as the light began to spread into Orin's body until he was glowing just like the dragon.

"Through the power of the White dragon that resides in each of us, your wounds are healed and your bones mended, Young Draconis, Protector of the dragons and guardian of Hyrule."

As the young dragon spoke the words a door was unlocked in Orin's memory. A short flashback was his to see once again. He was a child, playing in a field with a small dragon. It was a tiny thing just hatched only a few days ago. The small dragon, a silver blue in color, was curled up in his lap, drinking from a baby bottle. The small creature sneezed and turned into a tiny horse. Orin laughed.

Along with this memory a flood of knowledge, pertaining to potions, healing remedies, and a mastery of draconian weapons and the making of them, reasserted themselves in his mind. Piece by piece his memory was coming back, but despite his urgency to remember, there was a dark door in his memory that caused a fear to rise up in him. It was the memory that caused his amnesia he knew it but he knew once he unlocked it he may have not wanted to remember.

"Orin, hey Hyrule to Orin, hello?"

"Huh?"

Orin opened his eyes to see a pair of sky blue ones staring at him.

"You okay?"

"yeah….Why?"

"You were all zoned out for a while. Did you remember something?"

"Yeah…a few things…"

Orin put his hand against his forehead and went to stand up. The pain in his ribs was gone. He moved his wings and there full strength had been restored. He was all back to rights again….well mostly.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The whole mountain shook with the force of the roar just outside the entrance. The small dragon retreated back into the volcano to tend to his siblings.

"What was that?"

Orin felt it again. The familiar presence from his past.

"That's the black dragon. And he is pissed."

There. sorry it took so long. I apologize once again. This was going to be a longer chapter but i decided to leave it there. I love doing cliff hangers though that isn't one of my better ones. Anyway R&R oh and olny Orin and the Draconis race bleongs to me. well later.

And just as i went to psot this i realized i had uploaded the fifth cahpter but never posted it...whoops...so i ended up posting two chapters instead of one. yeah im laughing at my self rigth now. well anyway later.