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It was when I was sitting on my throne, I heard the news. Months since that day, I still can feel my blood stop it's flow.
"Majesty!"
"Yes what is it?"
"He's dead!"
"Whom?"
"The Hero, Link!"
"WHAT? HOW?"
"By his…"
He didn't even have to finish that sentence before I turned my head in rage and disgust. I had it clear my hall and sit and think awhile. Sit and clear my head.
We Gorons are not one for thinking, not that we are in any way lacking intelligence, it was my people who learnt the ways of this mountain and volcano and saved a few of those soft fleshy creatures from complete annihilation. We can plan strategic war patterns as good as any Zora, and even better then the Sheikahs. But to actually sit and think about the events at hand, to sit and contemplate for sometime on end like any other creature.
It's uncommon and practically unnecessary.
Even when a fellow Goron passes we don't hold a funeral, we bury our own and move on. No sense in stopping life for the ending of another. We Gorons, strong and practical. Not emotional and wish washy like those damn Hylians. The most we come to affection is family and fellow name. Brothers.
But yet there I was, thinking about the loss of my dearest Brother.
My son, was named after him after all. My wife thought we owed it to him, and when Link came round to save us once again and to awaken me as a Sage, The bond deepened. When he had time we would meet with other Gorons and dance to the first rain. We rock creatures love water,
despite the confusion. I swear we should have been Zoras if we didn't feast on rocks. A Goron tradition was to bathe in the hot waters of the springs on top the mountains. Any other man would have cooked and seen his skin peel. But Link, that was a true Brother! He would ease in and have a content smile and laugh and be jolly, never breaking sweat.
It was then I realized he had a patch of his Goron tunic tucked away.
I had smiled in spite of the moment.
His death, disgusting.
For a man to take his own blade, Master Sword nonetheless, to his own skin makes it certain that he is no longer affiliated with me.
My people were banned from attending the burial. I refuse it and said any Goron caught going will be boiled in the hottest fire until he is like molten lava.
And the only one who went was Link, my only son.
I couldn't find him that day and like an parent, I was curious as to where he went. Though my son is old enough to marry, I worried about him. Guards had brought him back, saying they found him kneeling, praying on that man's grave.
My son, praying for the soul of a damned man.
My son kneeling before my enemy.
I sigh.
And today would have been his birthday. Today would have been him becoming a king. He would have accepted his responsibilities as a Goron of the royal line, of his people, of himself. My son was to take lineage and carry it and then later, pass it to his son. My son was going to pass me as a ruler and a Goron.
But my son.
Is gone.
And with him all then dances in the world. I'll never have another joyous moment, when my son would barge into my meetings and jump on my lap. Just to tell his own father he loved him. And just for his father to push him off and mumble about acting like a proud Goron. But he would smile anyway.
On this throne, where I sit now, I have nothing to pass on. I'll have to produce another son or…pass it to someone I think best.
My son left on the rainiest day in history. We Gorons stayed in. Everyone was warm in front of a fire and I was resting in my chambers, when my guard informed me that my son wished to see me.
"Father. I wish to speak to you about something."
"What is it? Be brief, I am busy."
He was quiet then. I spoke briskly, as always but today he was strange.
"Father, I do not…want the throne."
"What?"
"I do not desire to rule this mountain."
"Are you insane? Why the hell not?"
"Father, it will not…make me happy."
Happy? What a concept to me? Happiness.
"Happy? Have you gone soft boy?"
"I am not soft."
"Yes you are. I should have never let that woman have her way with you! You lacking in what is crucial in your heritage!"
"Do not speak about Mama like that!"
"Mama? Come now boy, aren't you old enough? She's "Mother"! And you will call her just that!"
"I REFUSE!"
My own son, shouted. At me. My own son had shouted, sounding just like me. I was impressed at that time. I was proud of him at the wrong time.
"Yes you will! In my court, in my hall you will obey my command!"
"You killed her."
Ice. Malice ran in the blood.
"You did it! You drove all the beauty and happiness from her! You condemned her!"
I lost my patience and struck him. Hard. The hardest I have ever hit someone in my entire life.
He stumbled and gained his composure, never crying out in pain. But I heard it. The rock crumbling to the floor. Link, was standing there. His face had a small dent.
"GET OUT!"
"I refuse you Father. I came to tell you, I am leaving and I denounce all titles to the throne. Pass your legacy onto some other bastard."
He walked slowly to the door.
"I will never forgive you."
And with that he vanished.
Into thin air, he left and I haven't heard from him since.
I swear, the royalties in this land. Our children are all fucked in one or another. Ruto, with her wandering. Zelda and her death. None of our children are still around. Just old men fussing about matters above them.
And who is to blame?
Him.
That bastard, who I gave his name to my son. That bastard that caused all of this. He was weak, and disgusting. Lying with men, taking innocence. He was a menace and I wanted to be the one to end him. I would have been so glad to strip him of his Brotherly duties and ties to my kingdom and destroy him. I would have. I should have.
And little Saria.
Her face fell when I had to deliver the news.
She wept for days on end. She cried and cried. I have witnessed such grief. She doesn't play for me anymore. Anytime I ask for a song she leaves me alone. The Ocarina at her side chills me. It doesn't create music. It's just a constant reminder of how unhappy she is. She floats in and out of the Realm, back to her world and this like I do, but her eyes are more dull each time. She looks forward to her death I assume. I am angered by this.
Saria should get over this already. Everyone should. Old Rauru fakes on. He doesn't even try any longer. He's always speaking about the oddest of things. About walls and dreams and music. The man is losing his wit.
All for this bastard, this is not right.
I sigh out loud in my silent hall.
"Damn this to hell." I say in a booming voice. It echoes.
My servants rush in to see what is wrong. I tell them I will head to the hot springs. I need a good bath.
The hot water sloshed as I stepped in. I eased myself down and let a comforting hiss out. The hotness was perfect for me. And alone.
I want to be alone for a long time.
I close my eyes and relax in the water. Steam rises off my body, twists and evaporates. When I open my eyes, I'm staring at the stars above.
It was my son, Link, that loved star gazing. He would be lying here in the hot springs for hours until a servant fetched him, or rather myself.
"You damn child, get out of there! You could-"
"Turn into molten lava, I know Papa."
"What did I tell you about calling me Papa, your old enough to respect me."
"Father sounds so unloving."
"Nonsense, what you should feel for me is pride and a small affection that I am the one who took part in your creation."
"I love you Papa."
Damn child. So soft. He wouldn't have been so soft if I had been with him. But no, he always clinged to his mother's legs as a child. But ran to me when he felt I didn't love him, or just to inform me, he loved me most.
Stupid kid.
"I will never forgive you."
Bastard child, just like that. How dare he turn his back to his responsibilities. Turn his back on what I worked so hard for. He had it so simple. All he had to do was follow lead. Damn brat. His mother would be turning in her grave.
And forgive me for what?
I had done nothing to be forgiven for. Is trying to raise your son to be strong incorrect? Is it bad parenting to make him walk with pride? My son lacked in everything I tried to teach him. Better for him to walk out then for me to throw him out.
The hot water is soothing in some way. It's heat vibrates my body and sets me in a relaxed state. My father, always used to come here, rest in these clam waters, and decide his action for a pressing matter easily.
The matter is that I have no one to take my place. My son is gone and forgotten, I have no other offspring. I could simply take a Royal Mate, and have her bear me another son. But that would take years. I cannot have so much time to waste.
But time was never on my side. Here I am, a great Sage, a old Goron with much life left in him, and even more. And even ready to call it quits and give his entire kingdom to an heir. But time supplies no heir. Time is against me. Like my father who passed way before his time. Time made a Goron like me, marry young and settle scores, which the old man had left. Made this people rise above and create a proud nation. I grew up quickly so that I could, prevail and past all my father had achieved. I gave it all up, being crowned at seven, to lead on.
Time must oblige me. Time should abide to my will.
Lying here in this steaming water, doesn't calm me any more. I don't think it ever did. But Now, I am deep in though, like a soft fleshed Hylian, and I am thinking very hard. Time owes me. I gave it all I had. And it give me nothing but trouble.
What not? What will I do? I put time and effort into making that boy into what he should have been.
The water's practically cold now and I tire of thinking these unlikely thoughts.
Getting, I shake the water off, and step out the spring.
There's nothing more to my life, in being a ruler, a father and a Goron. I think all I have left is being a Sage, and even that is losing ground. My entire life was based on time. And what I knew. What I knew was to keep track of time, I knew to exercise and to make the best decisions with the time given.
I sigh.
These deep thoughts are making me think even more. This contemplation is never ending it seems, with all of my kingdom asleep and all of my servants in their own quarters. It's at my command to have whatever I want, even if it means waking my composer and having him organizing a symphony for me this time at night. I could, I can.
But that comfort isn't helping.
"Darunia."
I turn to see a familiar face. I smile at her in kindness and nod. "Saria, late for a visit, but always a pleasure."
She nods slowly and eyes me up and down. "Springs?"
I chuckle. "Yes, of course!"
"Shall we talk?"
"Yes, let's discuss your matters in my chamber."
Saria was quiet the entire walk. She's like this now. So calm and collected. Her smiles are wary and her responses are always very flat and indifferent. She's been like this since he died. Bastard.
"Darunia. I have come to speak to you about your son."
I sat on a decorated chair and scoffed. "I have no kin."
She looked at me strangely. "He is dead."
I blink.
"He was dead to me when he walked out."
Saria remained quiet.
"What more have you to tell me? Be brief. I would like some sleep tonight." I cracked my knuckles.
Her silence was eerie. She looked down at her lap, with her hands folded. Her short green robe was loosely tied. Sloppy. It must have been tonight she heard the news.
"No please, take your time child." I said impatiently. I have a bed to rest in.
She lifted her head then. A dissatisfied look in her eyes.
"He killed himself Darunia. The vision came to me."
Time stops. The clock doesn't tick.
I grumble. "Like his predecessor."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Like you need a explanation girl."
It was the first time I had seen anger flash in her eyes in a long time. "Do you not care at all for this?"
"I told you once before, weak boys grow into weak men. If my wife were alive, I'd ask her if he was really my son." Her jaw tightened. "Or if she had a certain Hero save her also."
"He was just confused…it wasn't like you were a real father."
This make my blood jump. Rage floods my eyes.
"Real father? I was every bit kin to that damn brat! I didn't coddle and spoil him! I raised him to over take you Kokiri, soft fleshed trash! He was a fine Goron influenced by a sniveling stupid boy! He is not my son!" I yelled.
"Link was good to him! Link taught him more then you would ever know! You should know enough to know you don't have anything!"
"Go Saria, you try my mercy."
"I refuse to leave. You should know the truth. Your son, left you searching for something that cannot be looked for. You robbed him of his life just to satisfy your ego."
"Ego?"
"Yes your ego!"
"What would you know, with no real family. Come now, your only parent was a tree nonetheless." I was feeling cruel. "What love have you known?"
Saria was quiet then. She tucked her green hair behind her ears and swallowed. She stared down at her hands and licked her little lips. She looked so much like a child, but her eyes burned wit that of a wise old woman. She was robbed of the life she wanted because of the life she was born into. My son is like her in that way, but Saria hasn't taken her life. Why would my son be so weak. Hadn't he known…
"I heard him…in my dreams…cry for deliverance…" Saria's face was contorted in sorrow. "Link…drags everyone in his death…Malon, was found yesterday…She jumped off her roof and broke her neck. She was with child. But the severe beating had killed the child. Her husband." Saria sighed heavy.
I knew that man was awful. The wedding was long winded.
The night is beginning to stretch beyond time and I cannot break into this emotion any longer. Saria's presence is mind numbing, when ever her little mouth moves it is to go deeper into the tragedies.
"Navi, she's gone now. Summer gave herself to Rauru. The Old Sage speaks of more things now…" Saria trials off. "Dreams and fate. His life is in shambles like yours."
My mind clouds with tiredness and anger. This little child is bothering the hell out of me with her sad news and off sentences. Her small frame holds a dying flame. Her dead eyes bear no emotion for anything. He took us all in his death.
Thief.
"Saria. What more is there? Go to your bed." I say and turn from her.
I don't hear her move. All I hear is her little sigh and small lifeless breathing.
"You'll never understand. You are stone inside and out."
"Your anger is directed at the wrong being." I say. "It's the Goddesses you have a gripe with."
Saria sneers, but doesn't say anything.
She slowly gets up and walks towards me. She chants, slowly and lets a tiny glow surround her. She's transporting. Saria nods my way and open hers mouth.
"A pity, that it was you that lives and those die. We are bound for a empty demise."
I hold my ground and pretend like her words don't effect me. Saria chants loud and disappears, leaving only the faint scent of woods.
I let a big sigh out.
The sting of her words are still humming in this room, it's eerie how she left with something like that. Nothing like what she used to be. So full of delicate music and beauty. Always giggling. I haven't heard her laugh since that bastard had his final act.
A pity…
I, the great Darunia, a pity? That girl has lost her mind. She pines like the rest of these weak fools for a man who turned his back on the world. What does she expect me to do? What does she want me to say?
I need a bed to lay my head and calm myself in.
Still the ringing of her words.
Lives on…those die…
The quiet way she said, the dying heart inside her being released. She effects me.
She does. I toss in this bed and know that she does get to me. My empty demise?
What king as an empty demise, all the riches and his kingdom weeping for him. Begging the Goddesses above for him to stay, a miracle even.
But.
Would they even miss me? Would I be mourned?
I frown. Of course. I am their king. I gave them everything. It was I who saved them. Not him. He wasn't here for building my kingdom up after.
Papa…
I sit up straight in panic.
That soft whisper of my son's voice. I heard it.
I look around the room frantically. A lamp burns slowly in my corner. The breeze flows in, billowing the curtains. The room is silent and I am the only one in it. My lavish bed is centered and the only person nearest to me is my night guard.
My son's voice.
He called me Papa.
A distinct memory floods my mind.
"Papa?"
"Yes son?"
"Do you love me?"
I hadn't answered that day or any day of his life for that matter. I never told my son I loved him. I never held him close to my body and rocked him to sleep. I never cooed him with soothing words when he cried. I never praised him for anything he had done. Instead, I was gruff and demanding. It was never good enough. He was too soft. Affection is for the weak. My son shouldn't be weak.
Your son is dead.
The slow realization comes to me. I get out of bed and walk to the window and push the curtains past. The sky is lit up like a festival with glittering lights and brilliant constellations.
I look at a shooting star flying past the sky.
"My son is dead." I say to the sky.
He wanted deliverance.
My son wanted to be delivered into the arms of a feeling loving person. His own dead mother. Link didn't take him from me.
I gave my son up.
I have no heir to the throne. I have but myself now. No one will pull on my robes and ask for piggyback rides. My cold stone body will be buried by trusty guards. No kin of my own will mourn for me. They shouldn't I don't have that right.
My demise will be empty.
It's a shame I don't even know how to cry. To release. I don't know how to do anything but be cold and hard and mean. Link…
My son…
My beautiful wife. Forgive me. For I knew not of what I did.
But I will spend the rest of my days reflecting and knowing. And suffering.
I clear my throat and give myself a final goodbye to my son. The proper way.
"Guard." I call.
He enters my room and bows. "Your Majesty."
"Find my son's body and bring him back to this mountain for a proper burial."
He nods, his eyes sad and teary.
If only I could tell him. If only he could know and all of my people, that my death will be as empty as space.
I turn back to my window.
"My son. Forgive this old fool for rejecting all you were.
My son, I love you. Run with the stars and rejoice, that you are truly where you should be. Love your mother like I could not, and please know, when you left…you took all my sunshine away."
A single tears escapes me and I gasp.
This has never happened before.
This calls for a dance.
And I do.
I dance and dance and dance.
I cry while I dance and I feel and its so good and my heart…
My heart.
Is so full. I wish I could see my son and let him know. Let him know all the wonders that my heart feels. Tell him how his father is rusty on words but true in this feeling.
He was my sunshine.
And Link, thank you.
Brother rest in peace.
Omg!
Mad long ince I updated.
I can tell you.
This isnt my best, but I did like how I switched him up at the end. This was pretty sad and kinda hard to do.
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