This one is a bit long... i kinda got carried away. OH WELL. Enjoy the madness!
"What a world…" Volga stared at the floating islands of this new world.
"Spectacular isn't it?" Cia sauntered up behind her knight, wrapping her arm on to his. "This place is called Skyloft, and it's one of the first places my dear Hero saved…" Volga turned to her, confused. She glanced up at him and smiled. "Think of this as a doorway; a doorway to a different place in time. There's something here I need you to conquer."
"Must I?" Volga growled. Cia's grip tightened.
"Yes you must." Her voice had a familiar sting in it and Volga could feel the magic inside of him twist and tighten. "I need this world in my possession. I need it if I am to rule our present time. Don't worry, my pet, I'm sure you'll have plenty to destroy along the way. Now take your forces and go. I don't want to see you again until you've taken conquered the entire place."
Cia pushed her puppet towards the Gate of Souls. Volga stumbled for a second a stared apprehensively at the other world. Other time to be correct. It felt physically wrong to be entering another time. But he had no choice in the matter; not with Cia and her magic pushing him into the fray. Volga took a breath and march confidently into Skyloft with his forces close behind.
The first thing Volga encountered when he entered town was a very flamboyant and extremely loud thing name Ghirahim. The self-proclaimed demon lord gave the dragon a hard time at first, that is until they discovered they're mutual ideas on war and violence.
Volga sat in the corner of his base, his leg bouncing up and down. Over half of the sky village was currently under his control; the knights up in the sky having hardly any real experience in battle made the conquest too easy. After the first few keeps fell, Volga retired to his base annoyed and disappointed. His adrenaline was nowhere near dying down but there was no challenge with the sky knights. He wanted nothing more than to fight the Hero once more.
A wobbly little moblin approached the dragon cautiously.
"What is it." He asked impatiently.
"T-the Hyrulean army is-is here." The little beast muttered. Volga's leg stopped as his attention was fully captured by this news. He stood, a malicious grin spreading on his face. The moblin took a few steps back.
"Where?" the dragon asked.
"N-near the Goddess Statue. They've set u-up a base…"
"Who is their lead?"
"The one dressed in g-green. The H-hero.." Before the moblin could utter another word, Volga was already in the air. His blood was pumping so loud in his ears, even in the wind rushing past him was drowned out. He was here; Link was here; they were finally going to find out which of the two were stronger. Volga's excitement and bloodlust were at an all-time high, and with Cia's magic coursing through him he felt the urge to kill more than ever. Link's green grab was easy to spot, but unfortunately he was in the dead center of Hyrule's forces. Frustrated, Volga turned and decided to do the smart thing. He landed in a keep on the border of his territory and decided to lure Link to him.
"COME ON THEN! Who is brave enough to challenge me!" Volga let loose a burst of flames into the sky. Most of the knights surrounding him turned tailed and ran as fast as they could, while a few of the brave ones stuck around. Volga smiled and raised his spear.
"Is that all you can muster!" Volga swept his spear at a knights knees sending him crashing to the floor. He spun around and swiped at three men with his dragon claws sending them flying. A small raid party entered the keep. Volga took a deep breath and unleashed a spiraling wave of fire. The first few men were scorched while the ones lucky enough to be behind them jumped back in time. "Come now, where's the challenge!"
"How's this for a challenge!" a tiny voice rang. Volga turned just in time to block an attack from none other than Link. Volga smirked and pushed him back. Link's boots slid on the ground, dust rising in puffs all around him. A small pink light fluttered around the Hero. "Link! Isn't that the guy from before? What was his name- Volga? You gotta stop him!" the light swam around in the dust a bit more before disappearing near his chest.
"It's about time Hero, I was growing board of this rabble. Now, show me your true power!" Volga roared and leaped into the air. Link didn't seem at all shocked at the dragon knight's true form and instead raised his shield and prepared to fight. Volga launched an enormous fire ball from his jaws. It crashed into the ground where Link was standing, only when the flames cleared the Hero was far from the impact. Volga dove into towards him. He crashed into the ground, a wall of flames sweeping out around him. Volga, now back to his human form, looked up for his target. The young knight was nowhere to be seen. He stood to his full height, and scanned his surroundings. Just then, Link seemingly dropped from the sky; his sword emanating a powerful magic was aimed straight down at the dragon knight. Volga dodge the blow, but only barley. He felt the blades tip screech down the back of his arm. Link took but a second to dig his sword out of the soft ground and leaped to attack once again. And just as before, Volga was astonished by the ferocity of this boy.
Link countered every attack Volga aimed at him and was fast enough to land a few blows himself. His speed never dwindled and Volga felt that the battle wasn't going in his favor. He couldn't lose, he physically couldn't not lose. Volga pushed Link back as far as he could and tried to catch his breath.
"I have to say, I am impressed. But don't get too confident. I haven't even begun!" unknowingly, Volga's frustration tapped into Cia's magic within him. All the sudden, the purple tendrils came pouring out of him, covering his entire person with a strange glow. He felt his energy return, and with it all the hatred Cia herself possessed. His vision sharpened, the flames in his belly whirred and his appetite for violence doubled. "Let's see how you fare against me now!"
Volga rushed forwards at the Hero, using his wings to launch him forward. Link, very obviously shocked, raised his shield just in time to save himself from being skewered. Volga smirked and attacked the boy relentlessly; lashing out with spear, claws and fire in such a crazed succession that it was impossible to figure out his next move. Link was falling fast. With his heighten vision, Volga saw the boy showing signs of fatigue. His bangs clung to his sweaty brow and a slash on his cheek was already turning purple and blue. A small sense of joy began bubbling up inside the dragon. Volga clawed at Link, who managed to dodge the attack, and cracked the ground between them. This time, Link took the moment to catch his breath. The tiny fairy emerged from his chest and swarmed around the boy.
"Link! Are you okay?" it asked in its bell-like voice. Link said nothing, his breathing too ragged.
"Quit now, Hero, for if we continue like this, you will surely lose." Volga sneered.
"He's right, Link. Your no match for him now. If only we could get him back to normal…" Just then the ground shuttered beneath their feet as a new booming presence spoke.
"Link! I haven't the power to help you now, but go to the local Great Fairy. She may be able assist us!"
Volga looked around rapidly for the source of the voice, but had left as suddenly as it had come. This momentary distraction was just enough time for the Hero to slip away. Volga roared in frustration and leaped to the sky. His assent was halted, however, when a mysterious blade crashed into his chest. The dragon tumbled to the ground, his anger spiking. The sword was moving on its own, in a mere flash of light it transformed into a female-like being entirely clad in blue.
"Get out of my way!" Volga growled.
"Your chances of winning is 96%. However, I cannot let you pass." The creature spoke in a haunting tone, with absolutely no inflections or emotions.
"Tch, fine. But you said it yourself, you're not going to survive." Volga launched himself at the warrior.
"My strength is nearly depleted…" the blue sword murmured. Even though there wasn't a mark on her body, she was far too weak to continue.
"You stronger than most…" Volga started, walking towards the warrior with his weapon raised. "But you are no match for me."
As he spoke, the sky began to darken as storm clouds swarmed the sky. Volga looked up at the sight, confused. A swarm of fairies, much like the one the Link kept with him, were crowed together carrying an enormous vat of- something. The fairies hovered for a moment in the sky when a giant whale-like creature breached the clouds below and swallowed the vat whole. A sense of dread fill the dragon as the beast began to emanate vast amounts of lighting. Volga transformed, but there was no escaping it. Lighting poured down on the dragon knight like rain on a dry field. The attack was over in seconds but felt like a lifetime. Volga was forced to the ground as the electricity traveled up and down his entire body multiple times. He felt his power leave him and realized all too soon that this lightning was laced with magic. It brought him down to his previous level, tired and worn from his battle with Link. The dragon roared.
"It worked! He's been weaken!" Links fairy shouted. And sure enough, standing behind Volga was the Hero and his companion. Looking a little worst for the ware, the Link raised his sword ready to take on the dragon once more.
"Blasted firefly… I'll roast you!" Volga began to charge once again but noticed a change in his body. He was sluggish and weak and found it hard to focus his vision. It was as if the electricity was still running amuck inside of him. As a matter of fact, it was.
While Volga and Link fought tirelessly, another battle was being waged inside Volga. It was between Cia's dark magic and the light magic laced inside the lightning bolts. One by one, the purple tendrils were consumed by light until there was only one left. The one clutching onto the dragons heart. Volga didn't notice, or didn't care to notice the change. For the first time since he met Cia, his mind was his own and he could see all that was wrong with his actions. The truth of what the witch had done to him became terrifyingly clear. He had become her puppet.
With all these new thoughts running through his mind, Volga became sloppy in his fight against Link. he tired to imagine that it was Cia standing in front of him, but his mind didn't want to be tricked again. Link had done nothing to the dragon, so he had no reason to fight him. In one quick move, Link flung Volga's weapon across the keep. He charged up his sword with a blinding white light and spun insanely fast towards the dragon. Volga was tossed aside; the battle was over.
Volga lay on the ground for longer than he needed, trying to sort through the events of the pass few weeks. A pain in his chest drew him back to the present as the last bit of Cia's magic tried to keep it's hold. Volga lifted himself to his knees and took off his helmet.
"Do you think you could do that again?" He asked. Link and his fairy exchanged confused looks. The magic tighten around his heart and Volga winced. "Please… it's almost gone. That witches magic is almost gone."
"What are you talking about?" the fairy asked.
"Cia… the witch... she dragged me into this. Her magic… it's inside of me…" The pain was getting worst and worst. Volga clutch his stomach, the urge to vomit becoming overwhelming. Inside only the smallest amount of flames began hissing out of his mouth. The little fairy ventured over to the dragon, slowly circling him. It stopped right in front of his chest and chimed in surprised.
"He isn't lying! Link, there's dark magic inside of him!" Link finally lowered his weapon and hurried over to the dragon.
"What can we do?" Link asked, speaking only for the second time in Volga's memory. The dragon looked up at the two of them, genuinely surprised and grateful that they believed him.
"Your light… strike me with your light."
"But Mr. Dragon, that could kill you!" The fairy exclaimed. Link's expression shared the same concern.
"It's better than being controlled by that witch again. Do it now, before it grows strong again." Volga urged.
"I don't want to kill you." Link spoke softly, his eyes full of regret.
"Don't worry, Hero. It's not your fault. It is mine, for not having the power to resist the witch. Do it now! The pain… its getting worst…" Volga groaned, his eyes half closed. Link nodded and took a step back; sword in hand.
"I'm sorry you were dragged into this war." Link muttered, looking one last time at the dragon.
"As am I to you, Hero." Volga wheezed, the pressure on his chest overwhelming. Without another word, Link drew back his weapon and let it fill with light. In one quick motion, he aimed for Volga'