Okay, here's the next part. Anyway, go ahead and read it. Oh, yeah, the disclaimer. I almost forgot it. *Whistles innocently*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zelda. *Wails* I own no part of this story! I actually own the plot. I don't even own how it ends!
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The icy winds stung my face as I trudged along. Gorons may be powerfully built, but we are virtually powerless in cold weather. My powerful arms were frozen and numb.
I was nearly convinced I would die of frostbite.
Finally, my wishful challenge had come to life. A masked child had been seen on the top of Snowhead. The elder had happened to witness it, then sent me to explore.
Snowhead Temple was always a little colder than the rest of the mountain, said to be blanketed in snow to keep curious young Gorons out, but this cold was almost unbearable for even me.
What really scared me was that the Mountain Village and Goron Shrine were also covered with snow. That was something that had never happened before.
And the Elder blamed it all on the mask-wearing kid. He claimed the imp had very strong magical powers and caused it to be winter along the whole mountain.
That had to be one powerful kid, if he managed to do it. Of course, it wouldn't be my job to deal with him, unless he was still on the mountain.
Suddenly, the ground started shaking around me; a gargantuan snowball was rolling towards me! I jumped out of the way, quickly, and sighed as it rolled by.
"Woah! This masked guy doesn't want any visitors to the temple!" I had to make that comment to someone. Unfortunately, the only person here was myself.
Finally, I could see the spiral walkway leading up to the tower through the heavy fog. My stomach sank as I saw the huge snowballs endlessly making their way down. But what else could I do? I had to scale up to the entrance of the tower.
It actually turned out easy to dodge the snowballs, and it became easier when I attempted to punch them apart. It took under an hour to reach the top.
There I stopped. Right outside the entrance to the temple, I stopped and turned around. I had reached the place where I felt I was likely to die. Was this where my destiny had taken me?
Perhaps the Goddesses had heard my plea and answered my bored prayers. Maybe this opponent would be formidable, even life-threatening.
Keeping that in mind, I boldly marched into the temple.
AS I entered, the first thing I noticed was the temperature. It was, if possible, colder than it was outside. The ground in here was also covered in deep snow.
The large chamber I had entered seemed almost empty, even though I couldn't see the whole thing from my angle. I wondered if there was anything in there at all.
My question was answered quickly enough when I heard a young voice ring out, echoing against the empty, spread out walls.
"Kill the Goron, my creation! The temple's not done; I need you to stall this pitiful hero," -he said that with a sneer- "while I finish my work for the real hero."
Real hero? What did he mean by that? Wasn't I a real enough hero for this unseen voice? Well, I'd have to try and be.
The ground started shaking again, only this time it was even harder. Before I knew it, I was on the ground with a mechanical something above me.
What was it? I tried to pull myself up, but I got caught by the thing's hooves. He crunched me, then kept running.
By the time I got up, I didn't have to wonder where it had gone. The beast was getting ready to charge again, this time starting from a further distance; it was approaching too rapidly!
"Aaaaaaah!" I sceamed as I tried to run out of the way. It was too fast for me though, and it knocked the wind out of me before I could even roll up.
"Stupid Goron!" The echoing voice laughed. "You wasted your life in vain by trying to stop me! Goht, finish him off!"
The next moments went by in slow motion. I could see flashes of the skullkid laughing, but they were mixed with the approaching Goht.
It got me before I even knew what was happening. I vaguely felt the horn cut into my chest. I only vaguely saw the room fade away to be replaced by sky and snow.
Two simple thoughts passed through my head. The first of which was acknowledging that I was transported outside. The second was but the words: I am going to die.
That was it. From there I remembered nothing else.
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Okay, that sure wrapped up fast. I was going to put more content in it, but I had to somehow make him outside so the Gorons would know he was dead. They did bury him after all. Oh, yeah, I'm going to write an epilouge. It's going to wrap everything else up; what the Gorons do and so on.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zelda. *Wails* I own no part of this story! I actually own the plot. I don't even own how it ends!
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The icy winds stung my face as I trudged along. Gorons may be powerfully built, but we are virtually powerless in cold weather. My powerful arms were frozen and numb.
I was nearly convinced I would die of frostbite.
Finally, my wishful challenge had come to life. A masked child had been seen on the top of Snowhead. The elder had happened to witness it, then sent me to explore.
Snowhead Temple was always a little colder than the rest of the mountain, said to be blanketed in snow to keep curious young Gorons out, but this cold was almost unbearable for even me.
What really scared me was that the Mountain Village and Goron Shrine were also covered with snow. That was something that had never happened before.
And the Elder blamed it all on the mask-wearing kid. He claimed the imp had very strong magical powers and caused it to be winter along the whole mountain.
That had to be one powerful kid, if he managed to do it. Of course, it wouldn't be my job to deal with him, unless he was still on the mountain.
Suddenly, the ground started shaking around me; a gargantuan snowball was rolling towards me! I jumped out of the way, quickly, and sighed as it rolled by.
"Woah! This masked guy doesn't want any visitors to the temple!" I had to make that comment to someone. Unfortunately, the only person here was myself.
Finally, I could see the spiral walkway leading up to the tower through the heavy fog. My stomach sank as I saw the huge snowballs endlessly making their way down. But what else could I do? I had to scale up to the entrance of the tower.
It actually turned out easy to dodge the snowballs, and it became easier when I attempted to punch them apart. It took under an hour to reach the top.
There I stopped. Right outside the entrance to the temple, I stopped and turned around. I had reached the place where I felt I was likely to die. Was this where my destiny had taken me?
Perhaps the Goddesses had heard my plea and answered my bored prayers. Maybe this opponent would be formidable, even life-threatening.
Keeping that in mind, I boldly marched into the temple.
AS I entered, the first thing I noticed was the temperature. It was, if possible, colder than it was outside. The ground in here was also covered in deep snow.
The large chamber I had entered seemed almost empty, even though I couldn't see the whole thing from my angle. I wondered if there was anything in there at all.
My question was answered quickly enough when I heard a young voice ring out, echoing against the empty, spread out walls.
"Kill the Goron, my creation! The temple's not done; I need you to stall this pitiful hero," -he said that with a sneer- "while I finish my work for the real hero."
Real hero? What did he mean by that? Wasn't I a real enough hero for this unseen voice? Well, I'd have to try and be.
The ground started shaking again, only this time it was even harder. Before I knew it, I was on the ground with a mechanical something above me.
What was it? I tried to pull myself up, but I got caught by the thing's hooves. He crunched me, then kept running.
By the time I got up, I didn't have to wonder where it had gone. The beast was getting ready to charge again, this time starting from a further distance; it was approaching too rapidly!
"Aaaaaaah!" I sceamed as I tried to run out of the way. It was too fast for me though, and it knocked the wind out of me before I could even roll up.
"Stupid Goron!" The echoing voice laughed. "You wasted your life in vain by trying to stop me! Goht, finish him off!"
The next moments went by in slow motion. I could see flashes of the skullkid laughing, but they were mixed with the approaching Goht.
It got me before I even knew what was happening. I vaguely felt the horn cut into my chest. I only vaguely saw the room fade away to be replaced by sky and snow.
Two simple thoughts passed through my head. The first of which was acknowledging that I was transported outside. The second was but the words: I am going to die.
That was it. From there I remembered nothing else.
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Okay, that sure wrapped up fast. I was going to put more content in it, but I had to somehow make him outside so the Gorons would know he was dead. They did bury him after all. Oh, yeah, I'm going to write an epilouge. It's going to wrap everything else up; what the Gorons do and so on.
