Volga circled the battle field from high in the sky. The pitiful Hyrulean army had barely begun their counter attack. The whole of Hyrule Field was blanketed in Cia's dark army and Volga noted how they had successfully taken more than half of the keeps. His keen eyes spotted Wizzro's dark form prancing about the battlefield, cutting down any and all knights in his path. Volga snapped his jaw in annoyance. He craved a worthy opponent, not this rabble.
All the sudden, a light caught the dragons' eye. At first he thought it was just sunlight dancing off a piece of armor. But the light wouldn't fade. It kept blaring right in his eye. It needed to be stamped out. Volga dove towards the light, folding his wings down and letting gravity do most of the work. The light was shining near Hyrule castle; heading towards a small abandoned keep. Volga circled the light for a moment and then landed on two feet.
The sight in front of him wasn't at all surprising. A young knight stood before him. Actually not a knight at all, he wasn't even wearing a helmet. This was a boy playing at knighthood. He raised his sword and shield, ready to fight.
"Don't challenge me boy. I only fight worthy opponents." He snarled. As if to answer, the young knight charged at Volga; his sword held high. The act of bravery surprised the Dragon Knight, but the boy's skills were far from polished. After a minute or so of traded blows, Volga grew tired. "Enough!"
Volga quickly changed his arm to his dragon claw. The changed startled the boy long enough for him to lower his defenses. With one powerful swipe, the young man was set flying back to the entrance of the keep. He was out cold. Another warrior rushed to the boy's side; a woman carrying a large sword on her back.
"It's time to ends this!" Volga planted his feet and took a deep breath. A torrent of flames erupted from deep within his stomach. They rushed towards the woman and the unconscious boy. Volga's fire crashed into its target, lighting everything around them in a bright orange glow. Volga smirked at his handiwork and turned to find a more worthy opponent. Then the light from before burned brighter than ever. The Dragon Knight turned abruptly and was surprised for the first time in his short life.
The flames Volga had created were all but diminished and in the center, standing completely unscathed was him. It was the boy. The light was coming from that weak, little knight in training. Or maybe he was the light? The woman next to him seemed just as surprised. Volga noticed a mark on the boys left hand that seemed to be the source. It was an outline of three golden triangles, the bottom right fully gold and glowing brightly.
"it can't be…" she muttered. "You're the chosen one?"
Volga's sensitive hearing latched on to the woman's words. The chosen one? Could he be the Hero Cia was so adamant about finding? Is he the worthy opponent I've been searching for? A wicked smile formed on his lips. Cia's dark magic inside his mind goaded him on. The urge to fight was unbelievable.
"Finally! A worth opponent!" Volga roared. "Come on then! Show me your true power."
The change in the boy's abilities astounded the Dragon Knight. Everything about him had changed in a matter of seconds. His speed, his strength, the wild almost feral look in his eyes. As the battle wore on, Volga was losing.
"Hyah!" the boy leaped into the air and brought his sword down with incredible speed. Volga barely had time to raise his spear. The two metals clashed together in a shower of sparks. The dragon grunted at the effort of keeping his stance. The Hero broke their connection and leaped back. His sword glowed with magical energy , and when it was completely covered the Hero unleashed a wild spin attack. Volga was caught off guard by such a wild attack that he didn't even try to raise his weapon. The Hero's sword caught him right in the abdomen. The blow ricochet thought the dragons entire body and felt as though his very bones were shaking. All the air was force out of his lungs and a puff of smoke escaped his lips. Volga fell to one knee.
"I'm impressed…" Volga hissed through gritted teeth. "You may be the opponent I've been searching for… how foolish of me…"
The young knight cocked his head in confusion; his sword and shield still raised. Using his spear for support, Volga stood.
"I should have prepared for you, but quite honestly I didn't expect any sort of challenge from Hyrule's Army. Tell me, boy. What is your name."
After a long moment of silence the boy finally responded. "Link." his voice was unexpectedly gruff and soft. Like he hadn't used it in decades. Volga smiled, his true opponent finally found.
"Remember this, Link. Next time we meet on the battle field, I won't hold back. Consider yourself lucky." Without another word, Volga leaped into the air and transformed into his dragon-self. With just a few powerful thrusts of his wings, Volga was high above the battle field. His heart was pounding inside his scaly chest harder than he could have imagined. Due to Cia's magic, the bewitched dragon thought that the reason behind this was because he had found a worthy opponent to defeat in battle. In reality, his heart was pounding for a completely different reason.