"Up and at 'em, little brother," said Bodaris. "We have to do extra chores today, because Lombadu is sick." Khârna groaned. He didn't feel like getting out of bed. He was a young boy, roughly the same age as Link, and the two looked quite a bit like each other, though they weren't related, at least not by any significant degree. At any rate, they weren't immediate family. There were differences. Khârna had a different sort of nose, not large, but it bumped out rather than Link's, which sort of curved in. His skin was tanned with sunlight, because there was a lot of that on Death Mountain. It was also dirtier, seeing as the amount of water was very slim. He drank about every drop the Gorons could get their hands on. He needed it. His hair was much darker than the yellow blonde of Link, and it hadn't seen a knife or scissors in quite some time, and to keep it out of his eyes, he sort of flipped it off to the side. He didn't do this to be dashing, or to look cool, he couldn't. There weren't many mirrors around Death Mountain. The rest of his hair stuck up or out in many places. He didn't have a comb, and, since he had never used one, he didn't care. He was a very pragmatic youth. While Link's childhood had been spent playing games, as he lived with children, and it was the nature of children to do so, Khârna spent most of his early life apprenticed to a blacksmith. He went long distances to gather wood, and while he was rather scrawny from lack of proper food, what was on him was all muscle. His ribs were clearly visible, though not prominent, and he never went hungry, the benevolent Gorons saw to that. He was toned, not ripped, and, if he had a mirror, he would have been pleased with his appearance. Not to say Link wasn't muscular. He was. You can't climb around trees all day and chase other children without putting on some muscle. No. So, as a result of this, Khârna was very strong. He was proud, because he could pick the bomb flower when he was only 9 years old. Most Gorons do it then, and as we all know, Gorons are very strong. But most Gorons hadn't been training as a blacksmith since age 5. He pulled ahead. Now, back to the story.

"Huh?" Khârna said with a groan.

"We have to help master, and do Lombadu's chores. He's ill."

"Uggh.." Khârna said. "Well, let's go." He put on his cloth shirt and Dodongo leather overshirt, made like a T-shirt, except laced up the front. It kept him safe from the heat of Death Mountain. He put on his leather pants (again, Dodongo,) and His boots.

"Let's go, then."

They headed out, and their master, Biggoron, greeted them.

"Good morning, you two. Ready to do some hard work?"

"Yes, master." The two chimed nearly in unison.

"You have been gathering ore for many days now. You should have enough to begin work on a blade. What sort of blade, is up to you."

"Really master?" Bodaris said, anticipation obvious in his eyes.

Khârna, however, was silent. He could not say a word. He had wanted to do this for so long. He had beaten many things before, though Biggoron had never known, and had made such good work of it that he was sure he could make an excellent blade. He would make an axe. The same weight as a sword, but with all the mass situated in the head, had the percussive impact of a hammer. He would begin now.

He smelted the ore, purifying it, and making it into steel. Biggoron looked at him with surprise, and suspected what had happened, and it made him chuckle to himself. He was so eager with his work. He thought he had to be secretive about practice.

Slowly, Khârna shaped the molten metal into the blade of an axe. It was nearly perfect. Biggoron smiled benevolently at him, and Bodaris stared with wide eyed wonder. He beamed, and proceeded to cool it. He had spent the last several days in anticipation of this event, and as such, he had already carved a handle for it. It wasn't ornate, merely a perfectly straight rod. He had spent so much time making sure it was straight. When the head was cool, he fitted it on to the rod. Biggoron smiled at him sadly, and said

"There is nothing more I can teach you."

Kharna protested, "But there's so much I don't know!"

"Yes, but that has to be learned by experience. You can't teach some things," Biggoron replied. "I believe it's time for you to find work somewhere. We will not be able to sustain you here much longer."

"I don't want to leave!"

"Talk to brother Darunia. He will make you understand."

"Maybe I don't want to understand!"

"Khârna!" The ground shook with the volume of his master's yell. He calmed down a bit. "Please, talk to brother Darunia."

Kharna was on the verge of tears.

"I will."

He ran inside, with Bodaris close behind.