And here Gorethik makes another appearance :P. Isn't he epic? (Not) HEY!
The hulking red beast stood over a giant crystal ball, depicting the events that had just occurred. His nostrils expelled a torrent of black smoke, clouding the glittering orb. "Nysada! One of my most skilled guards is dead! Killed by what, a young stupid dragon and a petty Hylian!" his roars could be heard down below on earth as thunder, but no clouds were in the sky. "How can she fall for such an obvious trap? No matter… I can always replace her," he spoke, the dragon's voice getting lower and lower. Soon, fire started to leak out from his jaws. A small gray wyvern skittered up cautiously, fearing his master's anger.
"Y-you're majesty," it stammered, staring up into Gorethik's yellow eyes. They narrowed, and a deep growl vibrated the floor and walls. "I'm sure the plans aren't ruined quite yet, I mean we still have plenty other dragons to go after Manasa and the Hylian she protects-"
"NO!" his voice shook the stone of the room he stood in. "If we keep using force like this, eventually our forces will be exhausted and the attack on Hyrule will not go well. We must strike Manasa's weak points, tiring her out steadily…. Or!" Gorethik's lips curved into a wicked, fanged smile.
"Or?" his underling repeated.
"We capture the Hylian… She obviously likes him enough to keep him alive. Only the gods above know that having such a small bother constantly needing to be protected in the air can always be-"
"Troublesome? I mean she's trying to teach him the ways of dragon riding-," it began to say, but it was silenced by the force of the giant dragon's jaws closing around him, and the wyvern disappeared down Gorethik's throat. He glared at the other underlings that crawled into the enormous corridor.
"Do NOT interrupt me while I'm musing!" he roared, staring down all of the shivering creatures. "I was in the middle of a very important plan… Now where was I…" He clacked his claws against his now reddish fangs, licking the fresh blood off of them. "Ah yes, the little Hylian. He doesn't look like much of a threat. Sure, he's got a little fire in him, but compared to someone as myself? Hah! Nothing but a spec of dust! One of you!" he pointed a black claw amongst the crowd of wyverns. "Go and follow them, see what they are doing, but remain hidden." His tail wrapped around the stand the crystal ball was standing on, the bright light illuminating his crimson skin and giving his eyes a deadly glow.
"What do you plan on doing with him, My Lord?" one of them piped up.
"Hmm… perhaps not much at first. I still need Manasa to come back here. But after she's been turned around by the darkness, he'll most likely be a practice dummy for some of the newer soldiers that need training," he shrugged. "Now, leave me at peace… I'll keep watch from above." All of the small creatures scampered out of the dimly lit, gothic corridor. Gorethik snorted, and put one paw on the side of the orb, his black claws rubbing against its smooth surface. "Turns out Manasa is more powerful than I thought… I don't know why she uses her power, the power given to all dragons to aid such tiny pests. They don't even taste all that good…" he was mumbling, staring into the pictures the crystal showed. It was Link and Cyrene, in human form, walking through a small run down village. They talked to a few people, seeming to look for a merchant.
"Hey, Link? You travel a lot, right? Do you know where leather is mostly sold?" the girl asked. The Hylian shrugged, shaking his head.
"What a dumb name," Gorethik grumbled, rolling his cold, cat-like eyes. "At least one can recognize him easily." The dragon spoke a word of magic, and the image zoomed out, and he noticed one of his wyverns flying above the village, watching the two just as he had commanded. He yawned, stretching like a feral cat. "Hopefully the little pest will bring me news in the morning…" He stalked over to a comfortable bed in the corner, a huge purple cushion with red trimmings. Remembering where he got the bed, he tried to say that it was for royalty reasons and for staying in his castle on cold, rainy nights when he couldn't make it to his lair, but he couldn't stand sleeping on a rusty pile of gems every night. So, he stepped onto the comfortable cushion and curled up, letting smoke emit from his nose. Good thing this is fireproof, he thought, closing his cold eyes. After a few minutes, the dragon was overcome with peaceful sleep, and the wrinkles in the scales on his face softened, his face smooth and somewhat joyful.