disclaimer in first chapter.
a/n: blame the harry potter muse for delay! I kept writing Voldie
throughout this bit. comments are lovely, danke.
.The Sages Sheik.
His cheeks were flushed red under his white cloak, his hands gripping the harp tightly. He felt panicked by the look Link was giving him across the bridge and dazed by the intrusion of another's mind. His mouth made the shapes and he uttered another metaphoric line of friendship on fire. Sheik felt a shudder run along his spine at Link's slight smile. His cheeks were likely to be as red as the lava below them. He was going to kill her for this, as soon as she released his mind from her meddling claws.
A serpentine hiss rolled through his thoughts, chuckles preceding the mental admonishment of killing off friends. Sheik thought loudly of how friends did not take over one another's bodies and make them say such things... He flushed bright crimson with the addition of images with the hissing words.
His body continued on without him, fingers plucking out the War March for Link. It was named the Bolero of Fire, but Sheik had renamed it after the fall of Hyrule Castle. The straight laced tempo matched the marching of the guards, the melody to the sisters' cackling battle plans with his caretaker.
A wall of flame blocked Link's approach and one long, scaly red limb ending with claws jutted out of the lava to pull Sheik out of sight in Death Mountain's rocky crater. When he caught sight of her slit-pupil eyes, he frowned deeply only to squeak as she trailed a claw over his ticklish ribs.
"Volvie!" The giant red dragon hissed with humour, holding Sheik up to her face to grin with brilliant, oversized teeth. "Look, just because you think I need more friends," Sheik trailed off, hearing Volvagia's disapproving clicks at the wistfulness tingeing his thoughts. "I don't like being a puppet Volvie." A rasping tongue was the following apology. Her amusement did not end though.
Sheik peered at her, uncertain of what he had done to give her a case of the giggles. A dragon making soft hissing noises, vaguely sinister in tone, would make full grown Gorons run in the opposite direction. Sheik's reaction was less survival, and more indignation.
"What?" He demanded to know. The thoughts behind her soothing warbles made him blush anew. "I don't need a mate and you're forgetting something. Link's male!" His voice echoed in the empty lava tunnels. He clutched at Volvagia's claws as she brought him into her lair proper deep within the mountain.
She dropped him to her nest above the lava, patting his head and curling about him with a snort of hot air. Sheik had the impression that was not an excuse in her mind.
"People are at war, Volvie. He might not live through it." The dragon pitched back her head and keened, the lava churning in her pain. Sheik pressed his cheek to her scales, her memories of the last great war shifting through his head. A fiery dragon flying over Death Mountain, burning the Hylians from its rocky face.
"Your mate died," he whispered. Volvagia lowered her head, staring at him with golden eyes.
"Yours won't," she hissed.
*****
Sheik dodged the guards, silently entering his caretaker's tower. No organ music carried down the winding steps, a sign that he was at work or in meeting with the sisters. He continued upwards, wishing only to say good evening before disappearing into his rooms for the night.
At the door, he paused in surprise. He had just heard Volvagia being discussed, in the sisters' cackling voices.
"We left a cow for the dragon." One sister said.
"An offering filled with our special potion." The other gleefully crowed.
"What will this potion do?" Sheik's caretaker questioned. Sheik strained his ears, fear lining his thoughts.
"The dragon will go into a rage and attack whomever enters her nest." Both sisters laughed, causing Sheik to flinch.
"Link will die at last."
He ran. The door blocked his sight of Ganondorf turning in his direction and smiling ever so slightly.
*****
Jumping from the void with the War March still on his lips, Sheik ran blindly down the tunnels. His magic disabled all the traps, the pillars holding firm as he hurried to a door deep within the Fire Temple.
Volvagia's screams filled his ears, her voice scaling in octaves with her pain and fury. A shrill roar of anger echoed through the mountain, followed by a rush of flames that tickled in the cracks of the nest's entrance. He opened the door and slide down to an outcrop of rock, unable to reach the nest's platform.
Link held the Goron's hammer with both hands, dodging Volvagia's breath and claws while trying for her head. Sheik stared in confusion, looking to the docile lava surrounding the nest and Volvagia's clumsy attacks.
She could have ended this fight, swamped Link with lava and hidden deep within her mountain, even with the rage to protect her nest running high. The sisters would only cast more spells, use more potions and bring her to the war once again, and Volvagia didn't wish to win. She had said Link would not die.
"No, please don't." Sheik could only watch as Volvagia left herself open to attack and Link swung the hammer hard, thinking the dragon was of Ganondorf's army. Her final cry was met with tears.
The blue gleam of Link being taken to the Chamber of the Sages left Sheik stepping onto the platform. His hand brushed over the bloody gap of scales where her heart had been removed by the hero.
"You're not a monster," Sheik told her, bloody hand stroking her mane.
.end chapter 10.
.The Sages Sheik.
His cheeks were flushed red under his white cloak, his hands gripping the harp tightly. He felt panicked by the look Link was giving him across the bridge and dazed by the intrusion of another's mind. His mouth made the shapes and he uttered another metaphoric line of friendship on fire. Sheik felt a shudder run along his spine at Link's slight smile. His cheeks were likely to be as red as the lava below them. He was going to kill her for this, as soon as she released his mind from her meddling claws.
A serpentine hiss rolled through his thoughts, chuckles preceding the mental admonishment of killing off friends. Sheik thought loudly of how friends did not take over one another's bodies and make them say such things... He flushed bright crimson with the addition of images with the hissing words.
His body continued on without him, fingers plucking out the War March for Link. It was named the Bolero of Fire, but Sheik had renamed it after the fall of Hyrule Castle. The straight laced tempo matched the marching of the guards, the melody to the sisters' cackling battle plans with his caretaker.
A wall of flame blocked Link's approach and one long, scaly red limb ending with claws jutted out of the lava to pull Sheik out of sight in Death Mountain's rocky crater. When he caught sight of her slit-pupil eyes, he frowned deeply only to squeak as she trailed a claw over his ticklish ribs.
"Volvie!" The giant red dragon hissed with humour, holding Sheik up to her face to grin with brilliant, oversized teeth. "Look, just because you think I need more friends," Sheik trailed off, hearing Volvagia's disapproving clicks at the wistfulness tingeing his thoughts. "I don't like being a puppet Volvie." A rasping tongue was the following apology. Her amusement did not end though.
Sheik peered at her, uncertain of what he had done to give her a case of the giggles. A dragon making soft hissing noises, vaguely sinister in tone, would make full grown Gorons run in the opposite direction. Sheik's reaction was less survival, and more indignation.
"What?" He demanded to know. The thoughts behind her soothing warbles made him blush anew. "I don't need a mate and you're forgetting something. Link's male!" His voice echoed in the empty lava tunnels. He clutched at Volvagia's claws as she brought him into her lair proper deep within the mountain.
She dropped him to her nest above the lava, patting his head and curling about him with a snort of hot air. Sheik had the impression that was not an excuse in her mind.
"People are at war, Volvie. He might not live through it." The dragon pitched back her head and keened, the lava churning in her pain. Sheik pressed his cheek to her scales, her memories of the last great war shifting through his head. A fiery dragon flying over Death Mountain, burning the Hylians from its rocky face.
"Your mate died," he whispered. Volvagia lowered her head, staring at him with golden eyes.
"Yours won't," she hissed.
*****
Sheik dodged the guards, silently entering his caretaker's tower. No organ music carried down the winding steps, a sign that he was at work or in meeting with the sisters. He continued upwards, wishing only to say good evening before disappearing into his rooms for the night.
At the door, he paused in surprise. He had just heard Volvagia being discussed, in the sisters' cackling voices.
"We left a cow for the dragon." One sister said.
"An offering filled with our special potion." The other gleefully crowed.
"What will this potion do?" Sheik's caretaker questioned. Sheik strained his ears, fear lining his thoughts.
"The dragon will go into a rage and attack whomever enters her nest." Both sisters laughed, causing Sheik to flinch.
"Link will die at last."
He ran. The door blocked his sight of Ganondorf turning in his direction and smiling ever so slightly.
*****
Jumping from the void with the War March still on his lips, Sheik ran blindly down the tunnels. His magic disabled all the traps, the pillars holding firm as he hurried to a door deep within the Fire Temple.
Volvagia's screams filled his ears, her voice scaling in octaves with her pain and fury. A shrill roar of anger echoed through the mountain, followed by a rush of flames that tickled in the cracks of the nest's entrance. He opened the door and slide down to an outcrop of rock, unable to reach the nest's platform.
Link held the Goron's hammer with both hands, dodging Volvagia's breath and claws while trying for her head. Sheik stared in confusion, looking to the docile lava surrounding the nest and Volvagia's clumsy attacks.
She could have ended this fight, swamped Link with lava and hidden deep within her mountain, even with the rage to protect her nest running high. The sisters would only cast more spells, use more potions and bring her to the war once again, and Volvagia didn't wish to win. She had said Link would not die.
"No, please don't." Sheik could only watch as Volvagia left herself open to attack and Link swung the hammer hard, thinking the dragon was of Ganondorf's army. Her final cry was met with tears.
The blue gleam of Link being taken to the Chamber of the Sages left Sheik stepping onto the platform. His hand brushed over the bloody gap of scales where her heart had been removed by the hero.
"You're not a monster," Sheik told her, bloody hand stroking her mane.
.end chapter 10.