Volga rammed his spear into three ghostly knights. He planted his feet firmly and swung the knights into several of their companions. They all disappeared in a puff of smoke as more ghosts took their place. Volga roared and charged into the fray. Before he could go far a voice rang out behind him.
"MOVE!" Volga skidded to a stop and turned to see Link, his sword drawn back and glowing brightly. The dragon leaped to the side, recognizing the light and remembering the power it possessed. Link changed forward as soon as Volga was out of the way. With a furious cry and a blinding light, Link all but demolished the ghostly knights. Link let out a huff and put away his weapon. He turned to Volga who was staring at the Hero with a slight sense of awe.
"W-what?" Link stammered, a hint of color on his cheeks.
"It's- uh nothing." Volga quickly hid his emotions. "I just forgot is all."
"Forgot what?" Link asked.
"How powerful you can be at times. It's hard to believe that I was at the receiving end of that light not so long ago. Hard to believe that I survived." Volga reached for his chest, where under his armor and shirt a white scar still remained from when Link saved him. Cia's magic, although long gone, still sent a shiver down his spine. A deep set fear crawled around in his bones. Fear and also rage. Volga had been so lost in his own mind that he didn't notice Link had appeared beside him. The young knight hesitated before slipping his hand into to Volga's. The dragon jumped a little, unused to such a light touch. He looked down at Link, but couldn't see his eyes behind his messy bangs. Volga had no idea what to do and so all he could do was just stand there; his hand intertwined with the Hero's, his heart beating out of his chest, the fire in his belly whirring around like shooting stars. He didn't want to let go. But the time wasn't right.
"We should go…" Proxi's little voice broke the moment. Volga had completely forgotten the little fairy existed, but she was right. A battleground is not place for- whatever just happened.
"The pixie is right." Volga spoke softly. "Link, are you ready to claim the Master Sword?"
"Not really, but we have no other options. Let's go. The temple entrance is just up ahead." Link lifted his head and strode on confidently to the temple. Volga stood for a moment, already missing the feeling of Links hand in his own. He shook the thought from his mind and refocused on the objective. He had to watch out for the Hero while he got the sword. He marched on after him.
The duo strode confidently into the temple entrance which was completely devoid of any of the ghostly knights.
"Stay on your guard, Hero. The air is- different in here." Volga cautioned. The two kept moving thought various rooms, all the same with high vaulted ceilings, ornate decorations and crumbing walls. It didn't take long for them to find it. At the back of the temple, in a room overgrown with trees and grass, the legendary Master Sword sat. The blade shined brilliantly as if it had been only been hours since it was plunged into the earth instead of decades. Link and Volga turned to one other, both relieved and slightly confused.
"We found it…" Link mumbled.
"That was far easier than expected. Why isn't more well-guarded?" Volga speculated.
"Not everyone can use it, remember." Link answered factually.
"Well aren't you special, Hero." Volga sneered sarcastically. Link looked up at the dragon and rolled his eyes. With a slight skip in his step, Link hurried towards the blade. As soon as he entered the room, Volga noticed an old ring on the ground. A familiar ring…
Volga leaped towards Link, using his dragon form to launch him forward. As soon as he reached Link, Wizzro materialized out of thin air and released a tidal wave of dark magic orbs. Volga grabbed the Hero and wrapped his wings around them both, shielding the Hero from the attack. The magic slammed into Volga causing him to roar in pain. Lucky for him, his dragon scales halved the damage done. Once the attack had ended, Volga changed back into his human from and stood to face his old associate.
"Wizzro, still alive I see. That's a shame." Volga spat.
"It is you! You traitor! Mistress wasn't happy with your betrayal, not at all. Does she have some plans for you… nasty plans." Wizzro smiled wickedly. Link by this, time had recovered from his shock and stood by Volga, his blade drawn.
"You are a weak minded fool. Leave now, before you are reduced to ash."
"And let you have the one thing that will defeat the Mistress! Oh no, oh no oh no! I can't let you walk away from here. I can't let you keep breathing!"
"So be it. Link, are you ready?" Volga turned to the Hero. Link nodded his eyes focused and intense. Volga stood at the ready, a strange sense of excitement bubbled throughout his limbs. Even with all this excitement, it was Link who stuck first.
The Hero charged, swinging his blade in a series of quick motions. Wizzro we caught off guard at first, but then began to parry the blows with his thick claws. Volga leaped besides Link and doubled the effort. Link and Volga swung their weapons in perfect rhythm; the dark wizard was barely keeping up. Wizzro screeched in frustration and leaped back. His clawed hand grew and clawed at the two. Link shoved Volga to the side and blocked the attack with his shield. With one great shove he sent the wizard back crashing into the wall. Wizzro's giant eye burned with anger and with a great motion began gathering a great amount of energy between his claws. Volga recognized the motion and stepped in front of the Hero. He gathered up all the air his lungs could hold and waited. Just then Wizzro unleashed a spiraling beam of dark magic and Volga released a rush of flames. The two forces collided in a clash of red and purple. Just as Volga was about to run out of breath, Wizzro seemed to run out of power as well. Volga's exhaustion forced him to his knees as he struggled to catch his breath. Wizzro chuckled, not as tired as the dragon. As if on cue, Link leaped out from behind Volga, using the dragons shoulder as a spring board. It seems as though the dark wizard forgot about the hero and hesitated as Links glowing blade was heading straight for him. Wizzro tried to move, but it was too late. Links blade hit its mark.
The dark wirzard squirmed in agony and tired to force the balde out of his large eye. But it was futile. Wizzros stopped moving and eventually vanished in a puff of dark smoke. Teo things fell to the ground, Links sword and a very old ring. Volga, finally able to catch his breath, strode over to the ring and picked it up.
"What do we do with that?" Link asked.
"It still contains some of Wizzro's power. I'll see to it that its hidden someplace in Eldin Caves where no one will find it." Volga answered, stowing it away. Link nodded in approval. "Oh and Hero…"
"Yeah?"
"Don't ever use be as spring bored. Again." Volga spat out the last word, trying to make his point crystal clear. The Hero wasn't having it. Link laughed as he sheathed his sword.
" But it worked." Link reasoned, a smile still on his lips.
"Not the point…" Volga grumbled. Still, seeing Link smile like that… well it made his insides squirm. In a good way. Volga turned his attention back to their prize. "Well, are you going to claim your right?"
Link turned to the Master Sword, his smile fading a bit. In a slow motion, he unhooked his regular sword and sheath from his back and let it fall to the ground. He stepped up to the pedestal and place both hands on the hilt and pulled. With little effort, the Master Sword slid from the rock. Link raised the blade up into the sunlight where it shimmered in a unearthly glow. The room seemed to glow brighter, the plants perked up and it appeared as though the very air became clearer.
"You did it…" a gentle voice came from behind Volga. The dragon turned to see Zelda, Impa and Lana all standing in the doorway. The three warriors, a little worse for wear, were all gaping at the sight of Link and the Master Sword.
"Wow… you guys did it!" Lana jumped in the air, a huge smile on her face.
"Well done! I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it." Impa said. The Sheikah smiled for the first time in the dragon's memory. Link strode over them his newly acquired weapon now displayed proudly on his back. Impa clapped him on the back while Lana jumped on him and hugged him tight. The ever regal Zelda bowed to him, with one hand on her chest. Volga watched their celebrations from a little ways away. Even though he had sworn fealty to Zelda and Hyrule, it still didn't feel like he really belonged.
As if he sensed this doubt, Link turned away from his companions and looked straight at the dragon. He smiled warmly at Volga and mouthed two words.
Thank you.
that was a doozy. might finish this up in a chapter or two. THINGS ARE HEATING UP. not really. but i'm trying. hope you enjoy!