I've been wanting to write this story for a while. It tells of Darmani; his thoughts, feelings, how he died. I'm also writing one for Mikau. This is only the first part, I'll write more of it later.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zelda. I own no part of this story, aside from the plot.
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I rolled into a ball to advoid the fire from the dragon. The flame bounced off my rock-like hide.
As I sat there in a ball, I started to roll forward. As I picked up speed, spikes burst from my back.
It was because of these spikes that my enemies feared me. The spikes that grew naturally from my back unleashed their maximum power when I rolled my fastest.
Other than scare my enemies, my spikes had one other use. They helped give me traction in the Goron Races. Because of them, I have never lost a race.
But the problem at hand now was the dragon. He hadn't noticed that I was coming closer until it was too late.
The dragon let out a screech that was heard by all. The Goron family it had been attacking curled up and quaked in fear. It was too late fore the dragon. My spikes rode across his underside.
As the fire-breathing menace took his last breath, the Goron family cheered. "Thank you, Darmani!" They cried.
They started dancing around the dead dragon, an ancient Goron ritual.
"Oh, it was nothing." I said modestly. I saved Gorons from danger nearly every single day. My people were very danger-prone, and I was getting too used to it. It wasn't even a challenge for me anymore.
I left the dancing family sadly. More and more Gorons were gathering around, picking up the festive atmosphere around the dead dragon.
The Goron elder stopped as he walked by. His son continued walking, though. As the elder walked closer to me, I was careful to keep my head down.
"You've done it again. You've saved Gorons that were in danger. Why are you not happy with yourself. Why do you sit here sadly instead of joining in the festivities like you used to?"
How did he know to ask me that? Did he notice how I had been keeping low at the parties lately?
"It's all too easy." I confessed to him. "It used to be a fun challenge to beat a dragon, or some dodungo that had wandered up the mountain. Now it's just so easy that I grow bored of it."
He patted my back. "I see. You don't find it fun anymore. Well, you don't have to have fun. Just keep in mind that you are saving the lives on innocent Gorons. I do hope you come to your senses and join the party taking place now in your honor."
With that, the Elder continued heading to the dragon's carcuss, where the party was starting to get roudy. He wanted me to join in, but I didn't want to.
Looking up to the sky, I made a silent wish. "Din, Farore, Nayru. Please here my plea. Give me an obstacle that will challenge my very existance. Give me a challenge worth taking. I beg of you this one wish. Please."
My head fell and I plopped down in the snow. I hated to say it, but my life was boring. I was the most popular Goron. Everyone watched my triumph in everything. Everyone was my fan.
Why had I grown bored of it? Why did everything seem so repetitive now? Why do I even bother to stay here? I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I disappeared for a few days.
"Come on, my boy!" I heard the Goron Elder yell over to me. He still wanted me to join, as did the rest of the Gorons.
"Come on, Darmani!"
"You'll have fun, Darmani! Please join us!"
Sighing, I shook my head. "I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed." I called out to them.
True to my word, I began heading back to the Goron shrine. The door was left open to air out the hot building. As I wandered in, I wasn't surprised to find even the small shop empty. Every single Goron on the moutain was celebrating my victory.
Why wasn't I, though?
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To be continued, hopefully soon. Please review. I want to know if you liked it or not.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zelda. I own no part of this story, aside from the plot.
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I rolled into a ball to advoid the fire from the dragon. The flame bounced off my rock-like hide.
As I sat there in a ball, I started to roll forward. As I picked up speed, spikes burst from my back.
It was because of these spikes that my enemies feared me. The spikes that grew naturally from my back unleashed their maximum power when I rolled my fastest.
Other than scare my enemies, my spikes had one other use. They helped give me traction in the Goron Races. Because of them, I have never lost a race.
But the problem at hand now was the dragon. He hadn't noticed that I was coming closer until it was too late.
The dragon let out a screech that was heard by all. The Goron family it had been attacking curled up and quaked in fear. It was too late fore the dragon. My spikes rode across his underside.
As the fire-breathing menace took his last breath, the Goron family cheered. "Thank you, Darmani!" They cried.
They started dancing around the dead dragon, an ancient Goron ritual.
"Oh, it was nothing." I said modestly. I saved Gorons from danger nearly every single day. My people were very danger-prone, and I was getting too used to it. It wasn't even a challenge for me anymore.
I left the dancing family sadly. More and more Gorons were gathering around, picking up the festive atmosphere around the dead dragon.
The Goron elder stopped as he walked by. His son continued walking, though. As the elder walked closer to me, I was careful to keep my head down.
"You've done it again. You've saved Gorons that were in danger. Why are you not happy with yourself. Why do you sit here sadly instead of joining in the festivities like you used to?"
How did he know to ask me that? Did he notice how I had been keeping low at the parties lately?
"It's all too easy." I confessed to him. "It used to be a fun challenge to beat a dragon, or some dodungo that had wandered up the mountain. Now it's just so easy that I grow bored of it."
He patted my back. "I see. You don't find it fun anymore. Well, you don't have to have fun. Just keep in mind that you are saving the lives on innocent Gorons. I do hope you come to your senses and join the party taking place now in your honor."
With that, the Elder continued heading to the dragon's carcuss, where the party was starting to get roudy. He wanted me to join in, but I didn't want to.
Looking up to the sky, I made a silent wish. "Din, Farore, Nayru. Please here my plea. Give me an obstacle that will challenge my very existance. Give me a challenge worth taking. I beg of you this one wish. Please."
My head fell and I plopped down in the snow. I hated to say it, but my life was boring. I was the most popular Goron. Everyone watched my triumph in everything. Everyone was my fan.
Why had I grown bored of it? Why did everything seem so repetitive now? Why do I even bother to stay here? I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I disappeared for a few days.
"Come on, my boy!" I heard the Goron Elder yell over to me. He still wanted me to join, as did the rest of the Gorons.
"Come on, Darmani!"
"You'll have fun, Darmani! Please join us!"
Sighing, I shook my head. "I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed." I called out to them.
True to my word, I began heading back to the Goron shrine. The door was left open to air out the hot building. As I wandered in, I wasn't surprised to find even the small shop empty. Every single Goron on the moutain was celebrating my victory.
Why wasn't I, though?
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To be continued, hopefully soon. Please review. I want to know if you liked it or not.
