Chapter One: Darunia
Volvagia roared at the new comer, a sole Goron who had stepped into the monstrous dragon's lair within the Temple of Fire. Armed with only a heavy hammer,the Goron jumped down onto the hard magma floor surrounded by bubbling magma.
The dragon was curled up and resting in a pit of lava after making a feast of the native, rouge Goron tribes that lived along these mountains. It was not happy with the intrusion, it was very rare for prey to wonder so far into Death Mountain.
The Goron was physically stronger, stronger than any other Goron on the mountain, and had rock-like hair growing in patches along his jawline, this indicated that he was still very young. But despite his age, the Goron stared at the dragon with determined, unwavering eyes.
Volvagia blinked it's scaled eyes and turned it's head fully to the Goron and took a deep, heated breath. The Goron curled up and rolled to the left just as a column of blazing fire passed him. he jumped back up on his feet and raised the hammer with a single hand.
"Hear me Demon!" He yelled, "I am through standing by as you slaughter my people, and destroy our land! I am Darunia, hero to the Gorons and the end to you!"
The dragon pulled back it's head in mock fear, a simple Goron threatening a mighty dragon? The great Volvagia at that? Volvagia began to make a distorted laugh and pulled it's arms out and pulled itself onto the rock to face his foe.
"In my hand is the legendary Megaton Hammer! A tool used by the gods themselves to create and shape this world of ours! With it, you will meet your doom!"
Volvagia was now annoyed by the Goron's incessant yelling, and sent another round of fire toward Darunia. It was dodged again but this time Darunia rolled at the dragon hitting Volvagia in the nose with enough force to knock him over.
Seizing the chance, the Goron lifted the hammer, gravity pulling harder on it, and sent it driving into the skull of the monster. It squirmed and rolled away in pain, a crack now in the armor on Volvagia's face.
Volvagia straightened out and flew into the air and attempted to bury Darunia under an avalanche of boulders. It smacked its tail and talons on the walls and ceiling making rocks of all sizes rain down on the Goron hero. Darunia dodged a large boulder and then figured out a plan, he curled up into a ball and rolled toward the edge of the platform and turned at the last second. He built up speed to the point where spikes erupted from his body. He jumped, still rolling, on the largest boulder and began to hop from each falling stone as they fell till he reached the top, then he spun into the air above Volvagia who was just realizing where his adversary was.
Raising the hammer high, Darunia cried out, "Die Demon! Under the mighty power of the proud Goron race!" Then fell from the sky with all the power of the mighty Gorons.
"And when the blow was struck, the evil Volvagia fell into the lava, giving its last breath, then died within cold rock for all eternity." The old Goron finished.
"It's all true?" Squealed the excited young Goron.
The elder Goron chuckled and nodded, "Every last word. Now will you go to sleep?"
The small Goron squirmed a bit then said, "Is that Darunia still alive?"
"Still alive?" The elder said as if the question shocked him, "Of course he is! Why do you think you have his name?"
The little Goron's face became a puzzle as he sifted through what his grandpa just told him. Then the light bulb flipped on and he started jumping up and down in his bed a large grin sprawled on his face.
"I'm Darunia! I mean," He paused, "THAT Darunia?"
"Well you do carry his blood." The elder said, "So that would make you, him."
That night, little Darunia didn't sleep, his mind buzzing with ancient battles, acts of heroism, and above all, The Hero of the Gorons, the original Darunia.
The Gorons had made a home on top of Death Mountain, were for many generations they had been left undisturbed, that is until recent years. A small village had begun to grow at the feet of their mountain and was inhabited by a strange group of beings, known as Hylians, or, more specifically, the Sheikah. They were a mysterious race, ones who lived for training and honing their skills so to protect their leaders.
A new Hylian Royal Family had formed to bring order to the warring land of Hyrule. They had begun calming and uniting various races throughout the land, and the Sheikah worked to ensure that. The Gorons didn't associate with the Sheikah often, and the treatment was reflected: until one Sheikan woman, one close to the Royal Family, opened the village tot he peasant Sheikah moved away, and the intruding Hylians took their place. The village began to grow and they began to disturb the Goron race on the mountain.
Fears and rumors began to spread around the village about the Gorons, about how the rock-eating race was a danger to the Hylians, to prevent things from going too far, a gate was put up by the Royal Family to separate the two races, and a guard was placed to prevent crossing.
The Gorons were in face, peaceful, but they were also proud and so actually liked the separation, they had grown accoustomed to living apart and the Hylians would only cause trouble. But even with the gate going up, the Gorons still did not have a formal alliance with the other races of Hyrule. That is why this Hylian man was traveling, alone through Hyrule Field in an effort to meet with the Gorons atop Death Mountain.
He made his way though the village and beyond the gate, taking the winding trail up the mountain. The fierce war that had broken out was leaving the land broken, and its inhabitants taking sides against each other. Zora's Gerudos, Sheikans, Hylians, and many other races all became swept up in the chaos. Age old feuds rekindled and set fire to all the races, and civilization began to unravel at the seams.
Now, peace had begun with the Hylians, then the Zoras, and now the Sheikan. The next race to unite is the Gorons, and this man was working there next.
Darunia had left the feast hall in the Dondongo's Cavern, where he and the tribe had just elected him as the new Big Boss, who would lead the tribe further into prosperity.
When Darunia entered the main chamber of the Cavern, he noticed a shadow reach in from the entrance. It belonged to a silhouette of a creature smaller than a Goron, but still of great size.
"Who walks on the Goron's proud mountain? Name Yourself!" Darunia called out.
The figure took a step forward and replied, "My name is Nohan, the King of the Hylian race. I am looking for the leader of the Goron Tribe, do you know where I may find him?"
"I am him, Darunia!" The large Goron cried out, "What do you want with me?"
Nohan looking at him and smiled, "I just wish to discuss matters between our two races, if I may."
Darunia considered his offer for a moment, the king before him was not armed, nor appeared to be dangerous in any way, and there was a look to his blue eyes that erased any doubt about trusting him or not.
Darunia tugged at his beard for a second then said agreed, "I will speak." And the king smiled again.
