Well, here's chapter 4. The next one will be another short one, and the last one for a while that features merely one of the characters. Yes, they'll meet.

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Khârna ran to his room, sobbing. He knew that Biggoron had a point, but that just made him madder. Bodaris came in.

"Are you alright?" He asked, obviously concerned.

"I don't know!" Khârna yelled, annoyed. He knew he wouldn't die, but to leave his home, his friends, wasn't that asking a bit much?

"Master's right, you should talk to big brother."

"Fine. I will."

Khârna made his way to Darunia's room, and entered it.

"Hello, there, Khârna." Said Darunia, in his characteristic deep growl.

"Hi…" muttered Khârna. Darunia could tell that something was bothering him.

"What's got you?"

"Master said that I should probably leave Death Mountain, now that I've made my own weapon."

"You should. Why not? You've got skill, you've got strength, and you've got defense. We can't feed you forever. It's getting harder and harder to find good meat. You'll starve if you stay here. We didn't raise you for 10 years to starve, now did we?"

"No… but you guys are my friends! I don't want to leave you!"

"Who said anything about leaving for good? You can come back whenever you like?"

"Yeah!" Cheered by this prospect, Khârna started weighing the possibilities. He could eat whatever he wanted, and do whatever he wanted. He would have fun! He turned to go, but before he did, Darunia gave him a big hug.

"Don't go getting yourself killed. It's a dangerous world out there."

"I won't. Thanks, Darunia."

Then, he left. He came to the gate of Kakariko village, and he tapped the guard on the shoulder through the gate.

"Well, I'll be! How'd you get up on that mountain? You'd better get back to your mama." Said the guard. Kharna didn't bother to correct him, and went into the town. He was amazed. Everyone looked so different. He looked at them, and then looked at his own arms. They looked the same! He was one of them? Impossible! He knew he wasn't a Goron, but he never imagined he could be anything else. The very idea was mind shattering.

"Hi, there. Who are you?" Asked a young woman, with reddish brown hair.

"My name's Khârna. I'm a blacksmith."

"I didn't think we had a blacksmith in the town."

"You don't. I'm from Death Mountain."

"Really?"

"Yeah! And I made this axe myself."

The girl had a very impatient expression on her face

"Of course you did. Now run along."

Khârna paused, unsure. Were all people this mean? And cynical? He didn't want to spend one more minute in this city. He ran out, not even nodding to the guard as he passed.

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I might even get one more up tonight, or this morning, depending on where you are, and how you look at it.