The grand halls of Hyrule Castle felt warmer than the icy storms of the Hebra region they had just escaped, yet tension still hung thick in the air as Callum, Rayla, and Bowen followed a royal guard into the throne room. Queen Zelda waited at the far end, seated gracefully, but her sharp eyes revealed a quiet worry. The sky primal secret stone rested against Callum's chest. Zelda's gaze immediately fell upon the stone as the trio approached.
"You've returned safely," she said, voice calm but curious, "And with... something new I see." Before Callum could answer, her gaze shifted.
"Where is Tulin? Was he not with you?" Zelda asked. Bowen stepped forward, adjusting the Purah Pad under his arm.
"He's safe, Mother. After our little adventure, he decided to stay aboard the ark. We found a library inside it. It had dozens of ancient books left untouched for who knows how long. He wanted to stay behind and study them... He said it might give us more clues about the Zonai and what the Yiga were after," Bowen explained. Zelda gave a thoughtful nod, the worry in her expression easing.
"The library wasn't the only thing we found though," Bowen replied. He recounted their clash with Kohan of the Yiga Clan, describing the strange mage who had wielded dark magic to summon the icy bird.
"It was like nothing I've seen before... Fortunately, the mage didn't seem interested in allowing Kohan to fight us," Bowen concluded. Zelda's expression darkened, her fingers tightening around the edge of the throne's armrest.
"Dark magic... and the Yiga Clan. This is troubling. For them to pursue something as ancient as this..." Zelda trailed off. Her gaze drifted back to the stone around Callum's neck.
"You said it... bonded to you?" She pressed. Callum nodded.
"It just… well, it sort of... latched onto me. I felt it resonate with my magic. For a moment, it overwhelmed me, but now... I think I've got control of it," Callum explained. The queen nodded, considering this carefully.
"I had hoped we would not need to speak of the secret stones... not yet," Zelda sighed, "But it seems I have little choice now." She rose from her throne and stepped closer, her voice soft but heavy with importance.
"Secret stones?" Rayla echoed.
"Secret stones are relics of the Zonai. Artifacts from the ancient past, each tied to one of the primal elements. They do not merely grant power. They amplify it exponentially, drawing from the essence of their wielder's magic. It was said they were gifts to the sages of old, those who swore to protect balance in the world. But such power has been misused before, and I feared... I feared you might be seeking them for their strength alone," Zelda admitted. Callum shook his head firmly.
"No. That's not why I'm here. I don't want power for power's sake. I'm trying to stop Claudia. She's the one who's after dangerous magic, and I don't want her to hurt anyone else. If this can help me protect my friends and stop her from her destructive path... then I'll bear it," Callum promised. Zelda studied his face for a moment longer before nodding slowly.
"Very well. I will trust your intentions, Prince Callum," Zelda acknowledged.
"There's more. When we found the stone, there were monoliths, covered in writing none of us could read. I took pictures of them, hoping you could help," Bowen spoke up then, holding up his Purah Pad. He tapped the screen, and the images flickered to life. Zelda leaned closer, frowning as she examined the images.
"These markings... yes, they are Zonai, but they don't seem to correspond to the dialect I am familiar with. Their language was lost long ago, and only fragments remain in our texts. However..." Zelda noticed. Before she could finish, a sharp knock echoed from the doors. A guard entered, bowing low.
"Your Majesty, Tauro of the Zonai Survey Team has arrived as you requested," The guard said. Zelda's expression eased.
"Perfect timing. See him in," She ordered, turning to the trio, "Since the Zonai are involved, I felt it would be wisest to summon Tauro. He's the leading expert on the Zonai and their history." The doors opened, and both Link and another man entered the room. The man had dusty gray and white hair and thick goggles perched on his head. Garbed in a brown hat and leather vest, his muscular frame stood out openly as he strode in with the king. Link stepped forward, but his face showed clear relief as he looked at Bowen.
"I'm glad you're safe," Link said, his voice low but genuine.
"Had a bit of an adventure, but I'm all right," Bowen grinned, somewhat sheepish. Zelda gestured to the images on the Purah Pad.
"Tauro, we need your expertise. These inscriptions were found alongside an ancient secret stone. Can you help us decipher them?" Zelda asked. His eyes gleamed behind his goggles as he took in the symbols.
"Fascinating... these markings are ancient Zonai script, but they're complex. It will take some time to properly study and translate them, but I can make a start," Tauro noted.
"Take whatever resources you need. We must learn as much as we can," Zelda nodded. As the room fell into a quiet, thoughtful atmosphere, Rayla spoke up, breaking the silence.
"Your Majesty, while we wait, I need to get my silkspider wings repaired. They're... not in the best shape after our last encounter," Rayla explained. Zelda turned to Rayla with a soft smile.
"See Purah about that. Purah has been working on enchantments and artifacts. Perhaps she can assist you in repairing your wings or offer an alternative," Zelda insisted. Rayla raised an eyebrow, half-smiling.
"You think she can fix them? Or should I prepare for something... more unconventional?" Rayla asked. Zelda gave a soft laugh.
"Purah has a way with inventions. Don't be surprised if she comes up with something more... inventive than what you expect. I have full faith she will assist you," Link spoke up. Rayla nodded, still looking a little skeptical but willing to give it a try.
"Alright. I'll pay her a visit," Rayla agreed. With the meeting concluded for the time being, Rayla moved through the bustling halls for Purah's lab. As she entered the workshop, the faint scent of old books, metal, and tinkering devices filled her senses. Purah was bent over a workbench. Rayla hesitated for a moment before clearing her throat.
"Purah?" she called, stepping forward. Purah looked up, her expression bright and eager as she saw Rayla.
"Ah, Lady Rayla! What can I do for you?" Purah asked.
"I need your help. My silkspider wings were destroyed on the last expedition… I was told you could fix them," Rayla hesitated, handing the bracelet that stored them over. The woman took the bracelet and activated the wings, spreading the remains of them on the table. Purah's eyes widened as she took the wings into her hands, inspecting them closely. After a few moments of silence, she looked up at Rayla, an apologetic smile tugging at her lips.
"Sorry to say, but I can't repair these. I wouldn't even know where to start," Purah apologized. Rayla's shoulders slumped slightly. Before she could voice her disappointment, Purah's eyes lit up with an idea. Reaching into a nearby junk pile, she picked up another bracelet.
"You know," Purah began, her voice tinged with mischief, "I do have something that might work instead. A paraglider. It's not quite the same, but it might serve you better for long-distance travel."
"A paraglider?" She repeated slowly, her brow furrowing in mild disbelief, "You mean like the one Prince Bowen uses?"
"Well, it works well for getting around and covering large distances quickly. Plus, I can fix these much more easily," Purah chuckled at Rayla's skeptical tone. Rayla was reluctant, but she couldn't deny the practicality of the idea. With a sigh, she finally nodded and took the jewelry offered.
"Alright. I'll take it," Rayla sighed.
CHAPTER TWELVE: BURIED POWER
Tauro spread his notes carefully across the long table, each parchment filled with sketches of ancient Zonai glyphs and his meticulous translations. The air in the council chamber was heavy as Callum, Rayla, Bowen, King Link and Queen Zelda listened closely, the sound of rain pattering on the windows in the background.
"I've completed the translation of the stone monoliths from the shrine," Tauro began, his voice echoing slightly off the stone walls, "The inscriptions were structured like a riddle meant to obscure the stone's location. Listen carefully:
Where molten rivers kiss the sky,
Beneath the peak where echoes cry.
Seek not the flame that blinds the eye,
But ember's pulse where secrets lie.
Within the heart, where stone bones sleep,
The earth's true voice in silence keeps.
Tauro set down the parchment, tapping his finger on the map of Hyrule spread out beside it. "I believe this riddle describes Death Mountain. The mention of 'molten rivers' and 'stone bones' clearly references volcanic activity. However, the clue directs us not to the surface lava flows but to the heart of the volcano itself."
"You're saying the next primal stone is inside a volcano? Lovely. Nothing dangerous about that," Rayla remarked, crossing her arms. Zelda nodded, thoughtful.
"Your fears are indeed warranted, Lady Rayla. However, Death Mountain has been extensively charted both above and within its tunnels. The Gorons have mapped much of its core for generations. There are no records of surviving Zonai ruins on the surface," Zelda recalled.
"The riddle is precise. The heart where stone bones sleep... I believe it means a hidden chamber, possibly something the Gorons haven't found yet," Tauro insisted, "The riddle seems to imply a place shielded or sealed by ancient magic. If it's anything like the sky primal stone's shrine you found, it may be hidden behind a test of some kind or cloaked from view." Zelda pressed her fingertips together, considering.
"In that case, speaking with the Gorons directly is our best course of action. If anyone can help you find an uncharted cavern, it's them," Zelda insisted.
"Indeed. I'll send word to Goron City ahead of your arrival to ensure you're welcomed properly," Link agreed.
"And we'll need a guide. I'm guessing the hike up a volcano isn't exactly... straightforward?" Rayla guessed. At that moment, the chamber doors opened. Elara entered, her cloak damp from the rain outside, Soren following close behind her. Both looked winded but uninjured.
"Elara, Sir Soren, you're back. How did your investigation at Lurelin Village go?" Link asked. Elara shook her head, brushing damp hair from her face.
"We had an adventure at the Zonai dig site near Lake Hylia. The Yiga Clan was there. They were stealing Zonai capsules. We drove them off, but Claudia was with them," Elara reported.
"Claudia? Aligned with the Yiga?" Callum asked.
"She attacked our guards and scholars without hesitation," Elara nodded, her face tense, "There were many casualties." Soren's jaw tightened.
"I tried to talk her down, but she wouldn't listen to me," Soren frowned.
"What? Why did you try to reason with her? You know she's not one for listening," Rayla pressed.
"I thought it was worth a try," Soren admitted, "I thought since it's been so long since we last saw her… Whatever she is, she's still my sister." A tense silence followed before Callum quietly revealed the sky primal secret stone. Its pale light shimmered softly in the dim chamber as he summarized the group's recent discoveries and their intention to seek the Gorons out next. Soren listened closely, nodding at the end.
"Okay… You guys did a lot while I was gone. So, what's next?" Soren pressed. Zelda turned toward her daughter.
"Elara, you'll lead the expedition to Death Mountain alongside Prince Callum, Rayla, and Soren. Commander Janelle will accompany you for protection," Zelda insisted. Elara nodded. Bowen raised his hand awkwardly.
"Uh, so... when do we leave?" Bowen asked.
"You won't be joining this mission, Bowen. I need you here. There's a matter of strategic importance I require you to assist me and your father with. I can't discuss the details yet, but it involves the safety of Hyrule," Link interrupted. Bowen opened his mouth to protest, but the look in his mother's eyes made him hesitate. He nodded reluctantly. Suddenly, a low rumble of thunder echoed through the castle. The rain outside intensified as it pounded against the windows, and a jagged bolt of lightning illuminated the room briefly.
"Looks like the storm's making us wait," Rayla sighed, turning toward the window. Zelda offered a calm nod.
"You have all been through much these last few days. Use this time to prepare. Once the weather clears, you'll set out at first light," Zelda insisted. Outside the chamber, just beyond the heavy doors, a shadow lingered. A soldier in Hylian armor, partially concealed by the torchlight, listened intently to the conversation within. As he turned down the corridor, his lips curled into a thin smirk.
"I must notify Mistress Rasha immediately," The guard mumbled to himself.
The chamber was dimly lit, the rain outside echoing faintly through the stone corridors. Flickering torchlight cast jagged shadows across the walls as Mistress Rasha sat in her high-backed chair, veiled in shadow. Before her, Liora knelt stiffly, her frost-streaked robes still damp from their failure at the Stormwind Ark. Kohan stood a step behind, his arms folded tightly across his chest, unaware of how deliberately Rasha had kept him from leadership in that mission.
"You were entrusted with a simple task, Liora. Yet you return empty-handed," Rasha noticed. Liora's pale lips twisted into a scowl.
"The mission was under control until he interfered," Liora said, her icy gaze flicking over at Kohan, "Kohan's pathetic blundering jeopardized everything."
"Blundering? If your beast hadn't attacked me, we wouldn't be having this conversation! Or did you forget when your frozen beastie threw me off the ship?" Kohan scowled, his fists tightening at his sides.
"Only because you chose to blatantly disregard my orders and climb up to the ark on your own," Liora hissed angrily.
"Your orders are…" Kohan began.
"Enough!" Rasha's voice cut through the chamber like a blade, "You were not there to lead. You were instructed to accompany Liora and observe. Nothing more."
"But you said I was there to assist…" Kohan blinked, his mouth parting slightly. Rasha's smile was thin, unforgiving.
"You were there to comply. Liora was in command. Your presence was a precaution and is one I won't make the mistake of depending on again," Rasha said coldly. The words struck deep, heavier than the scolding. Kohan clenched his fists but said nothing, stepping back. Before either could retort, the chamber doors creaked open. A hooded Yiga messenger entered, kneeling and presenting a sealed scroll to Rasha.
"Mistress, urgent news from Hyrule Castle," The messenger greeted. Rasha's eyes gleamed as she tore open the parchment. Silence stretched as she read, her expression growing coldly satisfied.
"It seems we missed our chance. The sky primal secret stone has been found," she murmured aloud, gaze lingering on the words, "and it seems Prince Bowen and his companions have uncovered clues leading to the next."
"Another stone?" Liora wondered.
"Another stone?" Another voice echoed.
"Has it been found?" Claudia asked. The messenger frowned, looking to Claudia and then Rasha.
"Not yet," the messenger clarified, "Prince Bowen and his entourage only just discovered the clues. All the clues point to Death Mountain.".
"You do remember our arrangement, right? I came here for the primal secret stones, Rasha. Or is our deal changing now?" Claudia wondered. Rasha's smile was thin, calculated.
"Of course not, Claudia. You will get what you came for... so long as you keep fulfilling your end of the bargain," Rasha assured her. Claudia's smirk didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Good. So, what's next? Are we storming this 'Death Mountain' now?" Claudia asked.
Death Mountain. That works perfectly. I've got men on the mountain already, gathering resources. I can use 'that' to get there before them. Claim the stone. Secure its power before Claudia has the chance to lay her hands on it. Rasha planned quietly.
"Doubtful. You realize it will take at least three days to reach Death Mountain's base on horseback alone, right?" Kohan sneered, folding his arms, a mockingly thoughtful expression crossing his face, "If you wanted to catch up... well, we'd need faster means." Rasha's gaze snapped toward him, fury flaring beneath her calm façade.
You insufferable idiot! Don't you dare tell her about 'that'! Rasha thought.
"What faster means?" Claudia asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Fast traveling. We have stolen a… technique…. from the Royal Family that can be used to move great distances in an instant. Quite effective, really," Kohan explained, giving her a sideways grin. Rasha kept her face carefully neutral, though her mind raced.
You damned bastard! Now, if I refuse to share the method, she'll suspect I'm keeping something from her, and I can't afford to let this woman's magic slip through my fingers. Rasha thought. She forced her lips into a thin smile.
"Indeed. Fast traveling is a useful ability, one that only the most trusted of us can wield," She paused, searching for words that wouldn't reveal too much, "If we use it wisely, we can reach Death Mountain before your enemies." Claudia's pale lips twisted into a thin line as Aaravos' voice echoed in her mind.
"Clearly they've been looking for the stones without us," Aaravos said, "Still, we must preserve the alliance for now…"
I should be the one collecting the stones, but if it gets me there faster... Claudia thought. Rasha could feel the tension rippling off the sorceress, but she let the silence linger just long enough to make Claudia feel she had a choice before pressing on.
"You will accompany me," Rasha declared smoothly, better to keep her close. Let her think I'm cooperating. Kohan gave a lazy shrug, but there was a spark of defiance in his eyes. Rasha turned to Liora next.
"You will assist the engineers with the assembly of our special project. Make sure it is ready by the time we return," Rasha said. Liora gave a curt nod, though her expression soured.
"And me?" Kohan asked, his voice a touch too challenging.
"You and your men will be training with Maluk. Consider it punishment for your... previous failures," Rasha smiled coldly. Kohan's face darkened, but he only inclined his head stiffly. As Rasha dismissed them, she remained perfectly composed. But her mind simmered with frustration.
This was not how I planned it. I will not be undermined again. Rasha thought and from the way Kohan lingered just a moment longer, she knew he was thinking the very same thing.
The morning sun rose as the group departed, its warm rays reflecting off the rugged terrain leading to Death Mountain. Callum, Rayla, and Soren followed Princess Elara, who rode ahead with a confident air. Commander Janelle brought up the rear, her piercing gaze scanning their surroundings.
"Death Mountain," Janelle began, "is home to the Goron tribe, a gentle race renowned for their mining and forging skills. Their craftsmanship rivals that of any human or elf smiths." Elara glanced back, her face lighting up.
"And it's full of hot springs! Best in Hyrule, if you ask me. We should stop for a soak when this mission is done!" Elara beamed.
"This isn't a leisure trip, Princess. I'd advise against dipping into random springs. Death Mountain is an active volcano, remember?" Janelle cautioned, her brow furrowed.
"You're no fun, Commander," Elara huffed.
"She's got a point. A volcano doesn't scream relaxation," Rayla smirked, leaning closer to Callum. As they reached the base of the mountain, the faint smell of smoke drifted toward them. Black plumes rose in the distance, not from the volcano, but from what appeared to be a settlement.
"The stable… Bandits!" Janelle grimaced. Without hesitation, the group urged their horses forward. They arrived to find the stable under siege. Bandits torched supplies and harassed travelers, their shouts and laughter echoing across the scene. A stablemaster cowered behind an overturned cart, clutching a pitchfork as a makeshift weapon. Elara leapt from her horse, her bow already in hand.
"Let's handle this!" Elara ordered. Janelle nodded, drawing a sword.
"Xadians, with me!" Janelle urged. Rayla flipped into the fray, her twin blades gleaming in the morning light. Callum called upon the sky arcanum, conjuring a blast of wind to scatter a cluster of attackers. Soren charged headfirst, his broadsword cleaving through the bandits' ranks. Elara moved with precision, drawing and loosing arrows with startling speed. Each shot found its mark, forcing the bandits to retreat further into the stable yard. Suddenly, a thunderous boom shook the ground, silencing the battlefield. The bandits froze as a massive figure strode into view, his laughter echoing louder than their screams.
"Bandits?!" the newcomer bellowed, "And you didn't invite me?!" A towering Goron stomped into view, clad in heavy iron armor, his rocky skin gleaming in the sunlight. His grin, which sported a few missing teeth, stretched wide, his orange eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Gorun!" Elara shouted, lowering her bow with a wide smile, "You big rockhead! What took you so long?"
"Princess! I was digging! You know how I get when I'm in the zone," Gorun laughed, smacking a fist into his palm.
"Well, you're here now. Have at it!" Elara ordered, pointing to the bandits.
"With pleasure! FACE PUNCH TIME!" Gorun bellowed. He charged into the fray like an avalanche, sending bandits flying with each swing of his massive fists. Soren and Janelle moved to assist.
"Stay back!" Gorun called over his shoulder, "I've got this covered!" The Xadians paused, watching in awe, and a bit of horror, as Gorun grabbed two bandits, smashed their heads together, and sent them sprawling. He punched another so hard the bandit embedded into the rockface of a nearby cliff.
"This guy is on our side?" Rayla wondered quietly, leaning toward Callum, "remind me never to mess with him." Elara cupped her hands around her mouth.
"Gorun, stop showing off! We need someone alive to question!" Elara ordered.
"Aw, come on!" Gorun groaned, whirling to face her, "They started it!"
"Do I need to remind you of the mission, Rockhead?" Elara warned, planting her hands on her hips. Gorun froze, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
"Oh, right. No smashing the talky ones. Got it," Gorun whined, before slamming his fist into the skull of another bandit.
"Why do I feel like this is going to be a long trip?" Janelle muttered. With the remaining bandits subdued, Gorun ambled back to the group, still grinning ear to ear.
"That was great! What's next? More smashing?" Gorun asked. Elara shook her head, trying not to laugh.
"No more smashing… unless we get attacked again," Elara replied. Soren stared at Gorun with wide eyes, admiration clear on his face.
"Whoa, you're strong. Like, crazy strong! That punch you threw? The one that sent that guy into the rockface? Amazing!" Soren gushed. Gorun's grin widened as he patted his chest with one massive hand.
"Ha! Thanks, sword guy! I try to keep these bad boys in top shape," He flexed his biceps, which looked like rounded boulders, "But you're no slouch either. That swing of yours? Clean, powerful, precision! Loved it!"
Soren's face lit up. "You really think so?"
"Absolutely! If I didn't know better, I'd think you were part Goron!" Gorun leaned closer and gave Soren a friendly nudge, nearly knocking him off balance.
"Part Goron, huh? I could get used to that," Soren said, grinning ear to ear, "You guys must have the best arm workouts."
"Oh, you bet we do!" Gorun replied, laughing, "We're all about breaking rocks, lifting boulders, and tossing the occasional bandit if we're lucky. Tell you what, stick around long enough, and I'll teach you the Goron secret to strength training."
"Deal!" Soren said eagerly, already imagining himself punching through solid rock. Rayla crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at Callum.
"Is it just me, or did we accidentally bring two Soren-sized egos along?" Rayla whispered.
"Looks like Soren finally found someone who gets him," Callum smirked.
Elara, watching the exchange with amusement, called out, "Alright, boys, enough of the muscle talk. Gorun, you've got a job to do!"
Gorun's expression turned sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, right. Sorry, Princess. Got a little carried away."
"A little?" Janelle muttered under her breath.
"This escort mission's going to be even more fun than the elder said it would be!" Gorun said, his grin widening.
"Escort mission?" Callum asked, raised a brow. Elara patted Gorun's arm, which was as solid as a boulder.
"Gorun's coming with us. He's our guide up the mountain," Elara explained.
"Guide?" Gorun repeated, "More like your bodyguard! Don't worry, Princess, I'll make sure nobody lays a finger on you. Or anyone else. Or the horses!"
"Fantastic. We've got a Goron version of Soren for a guide," Rayla groaned. The group set off again, their formidable new companion lumbering ahead of them, humming a boisterous tune that echoed across the rocky path.
The warm glow of candlelight bathed the shelves of Queen Zelda's private study, illuminating the ancient tomes and scrolls lining the walls. Through the tall window, the moon cast pale streaks across the stone floor, while the soft crackle of the fireplace filled the quiet space. Bowen stood at the center of the room, his posture straight but not rigid, his expression calm and thoughtful. He folded his arms, carefully choosing his words.
"You didn't leave me behind just to take on a random mission, did you?" he said at last, voice steady. His sharp blue eyes shifted between his parents, "There was another reason." Zelda exchanged a brief glance with Link before responding, her gaze measured.
"You knew there was no need to hike all the way up Death Mountain," Bowen continued, voice still even but probing, "We could've fast traveled there, but you didn't mention it. Which means... something's wrong. The only thing that could've convinced Elara to trek up Death Mountain would be the hot springs. But she didn't even argue about it. She didn't raise a fuss like she usually would. Which means... she already knew something I didn't." His eyes narrowed slightly, a realization starting to take shape.
"That means either you spoke with her in private beforehand... or she suspected something I didn't," Bowen reasoned. Zelda hesitated for just a second. Bowen's sharp instincts weren't easily ignored. Link spoke first, his tone soft but firm.
"It's true, Bowen. We had to keep you out of the loop for your safety and for the safety of Hyrule. As you know, the fast travel system hasn't been fully operational since the Yiga Clan sabotaged it six months ago," Link reminded him. Bowen's eyes sharpened as the memory resurfaced.
"The night they attacked the castle. When they tried to breach the west wing. I remember the alarms... and you ordering the guards to secure the throne room," Bowen recalled. Link nodded.
"The Yiga Clan nearly gained access to the system. If they'd succeeded, they could've sent their assassins directly to the castle or spitting distance of any of our allies. When we couldn't secure it, I had no choice but to destroy the master control unit to prevent them from using it against us," Link said. Bowen's expression darkened as he processed the information.
"I see. But that was months ago. Why haven't we fixed it?" Bowen wondered. Zelda leaned forward, folding her hands atop her desk.
"It's not just about repairing it. Though the main unit is gone, there's evidence that some parts of the system have been compromised. We believe the Yiga have somehow gained access to this. If you had used fast travel recently, they could've tracked your movements or intercepted the travel point entirely," Zelda explained.
"So, you couldn't afford to let me or the Xadians be targeted," Bowen frowned, understanding the risk now. Link nodded gravely.
"Exactly. The system had to stay off for the missions in Hebra and Death Mountain. But now, we're ready to restore it albeit cautiously," Link said. Zelda's expression softened.
"That's why you're needed here, Bowen. The new master control unit is being rebuilt in secret at the Great Plateau under Robbie's supervision. It's nearly finished. Your task is to escort it back to the castle without drawing attention. No one, especially the Yiga, can know about this mission," Zelda insisted. Bowen absorbed the details carefully, then glanced at his parents.
"And the Xadians? Why not let them in on it? They've proven themselves more than capable," Bowen remarked.
"I know that you have become friends with them, but trust must be earned. We still know too little about them and the fast travel system isn't just a tool. It's one of Hyrule's greatest defenses. If it falls into the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic," Zelda reminded him. Link placed a hand on Bowen's shoulder.
"As of right now, we still cannot trust the Xadians with everything. The risk is too great, at least for now, OK?" Link asked. Bowen nodded.
"Before you leave, there's something else we need to address," Zelda frowned, "The ambush at Hebra Mountain... It was too well coordinated. Even with this Kohan's incompetence that you described, the Yiga Clan knew exactly where you would be, when you would be there. Too many factors fell into place. It can't be a coincidence." Link clenched his jaw, his expression darkening.
"You think there's a spy in the palace," Bowen deducted.
"Yes, there can be no mistake. Someone on the inside fed the Yiga Clan information on your intended whereabouts. They had to know you were coming," Link said, his hand tightening into a fist, "And if the Yiga have access to our movements, we can't afford to take any chances."
"We need to find the traitor before it's too late. Whoever is leaking information... they're working with the Yiga. And they're not just sabotaging our defenses. They're actively sabotaging Hyrule's future," Zelda declared, her voice tense.
"My goal now is to find who's responsible. Until we do though, be careful who you speak to," Link insisted. Bowen nodded in agreement.
"I just hope we find them before they do any more damage," Zelda sighed softly, her expression full of concern.
The group entered the bustling heart of Goron City, its pathways lined with molten streams and sturdy stone homes carved directly into the mountainside. The oppressive heat made Callum tug at the collar of his shirt and wipe his brow for the fifth time in as many minutes. Rayla was faring no better, her pale skin flushed red from the heat.
"How do they live in this?" Callum muttered, fanning himself with a notebook.
"They're literally made of rock," Rayla replied, her voice laced with irritation as she shifted the weight of her bowblade, "Pretty sure they don't even feel it." A booming laugh from ahead interrupted their complaints. Gorun was striding alongside Soren, who seemed to have found his new best friend.
"And then I moved the entire boulder… with one hand!" Soren exclaimed, throwing up an arm as if mimicking the feat. "The villagers were so impressed, they named the hill after me. 'Soren's Stone,' they called it." Gorun clapped his massive hands together, the sound echoing like a thunderclap.
"Not bad for a human but get this! One time, I punched a boulder so hard, it rolled all the way down Death Mountain and crushed a bandit camp at the base!" Gorun laughed.
"No way!" Soren's eyes lit up with excitement, "You punched it? That's amazing! You must have fists like hammers!"
"You better believe it!" Gorun replied, flexing one rocky arm, "I call them the Crushers! Wanna see them in action?" Soren mirrored the pose, flexing his own arm.
"Only if you think you can keep up with these bad boys!" Soren challenged.
"Is this going to be going on the entire trip?" Callum groaned, rubbing his temples.
"If it is, maybe we'll leave them here to bond while we go find the next stone ourselves," Rayla smirked. Elara, walking a few paces behind, rolled her eyes.
"Gorun's always like this. Once he gets talking about himself, it's impossible to shut him up until a fight starts," Elara sighed. Commander Janelle crossed her arms, her patience visibly thinning.
"Well, as long as their bravado doesn't delay us any longer, I suppose it's harmless enough. Though I'd appreciate less shouting," Janelle admitted. Ahead of them, Soren and Gorun were still engrossed in their friendly rivalry.
"So, what's the heaviest thing you've lifted?" Soren asked eagerly.
"Oh, that's easy!" Gorun said with a grin, "A giant slab of obsidian bigger than this whole road! Took two days to carry it down the mountain, but I did it!"
"Two days? That's nothing! I once carried a wounded deer across a forest and up a hill in one night!" Soren boasted. Gorun whistled in approval.
"Not bad, not bad. You've got some guts, Soren. Tell you what—after we complete this mission of yours, I'll teach you the Goron handshake. It's a real crusher!" Gorun promised.
"Deal!" Soren replied, his grin stretching from ear to ear.
"Oh, can't they just arm wrestle and get it over with?" Rayla sighed.
"Let's not encourage them," Elara muttered. At the entrance to the chief's hall, they were greeted by a younger Goron, with bright orange stone skin that shimmered like molten rock in the sunlight. He had a slightly awkward gait, as if still growing into his size, and wore a red scarf with the Goron emblem tied proudly around his neck. His expression was friendly but a bit nervous, as though unsure how to address his new guests.
"Hi there!" The Goron said, waving enthusiastically, "You must be the visitors from Xadia, right? I'm Yunobo, and it's great to meet you all!" Callum extended a hand.
"Nice to meet you too, Yunobo. I'm Callum. Thanks for welcoming us," Callum replied. Yunobo hesitated for a moment, then took Callum's hand in his own massive one, shaking it carefully as if afraid he might crush it.
"Chief Bludo's waiting for you inside. He's been looking into things, but, uh…" Yunobo scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, "He's been having some back problems lately, so he's a little grumpier than usual."
"Great," Rayla muttered under her breath. "That's exactly what we need, a grumpy rock boss."
"Don't worry, he's not so bad once you get to know him! Just, uh, try not to ask him too many questions all at once. He doesn't like that," Yunobo chuckled nervously.
"Noted," Callum said. Yunobo gestured for them to follow him.
"Alright, this way! Chief Bludo's just inside," Yunobo said. The group followed Yunobo into the hall, where Bludo, the oldest and largest Goron in the city, sat on a massive chair of stone. His stone-like body was a dull gray, with deep cracks running across his broad shoulders and chest. A thick white beard that looked like marble dust framed his stern face, which had one eye covered by a stone eyepatch. Despite his imposing presence, his tired posture betrayed the burden of years spent protecting his people.
"Chief Bludo!" Yunobo called out cheerfully, jogging ahead to greet him, "I brought our guests!" Bludo squinted at the group with his one good eye, his expression unreadable
"Guests, huh? Well, don't just stand there like bumps on a rock. Come closer and introduce yourselves," Bludo ordered. Callum stepped forward hesitantly, offering a polite bow.
"I'm Callum. This is my fiancé Rayla and our friend Soren, and I understand you know Commander Janelle, Princess Elara, and Gorun," Callum introduced. Bludo raised an eyebrow at the mention of the Goron warrior's name.
"That I have… Gorun? You've been keeping out of trouble, haven't you?" Bludo asked, looking at the Goron.
"Of course, Chief!" Gorun said, grinning, "I've been a model Goron. Ask anyone!" Elara snorted quietly, and Bludo didn't look convinced, but he let it slide. His attention shifted to the others.
"You've come looking for some treasure, haven't you? The king said as much in his message to me," Bludo recalled.
"That's right," Callum said, "It's urgent."
"Considering all that the hero has done for us Gorons, I have no problem with you searching Death Mountain," Bludo warned, "The only concern I have is how you're going to find this stone of yours." He shifted in his seat, until the group was startled by a large cracking sound. The chief immediately groaned as he bent over in his chair.
"You alright, Chief?" Callum asked.
"No, I'm not alright!" Bludo snapped. He slapped his lower back with a heavy hand, "This blasted back of mine's acting up again. Can't even sit straight without feeling like I've been hit by a rockfall."
"Maybe we should get you your medicine," Yunobo suggested, "Slergo and Offrak can handle it. Right, guys?" From a corner of the hall, two Gorons perked up. Slergo was short and stout, even by Goron standards, with a jagged scar running diagonally across his face and a perpetually grumpy expression. Offrak, on the other hand, was tall and lanky, with a cheerful smile and a chip missing from one of his stone-like fingers.
"Why is it always us? Can't someone else fetch his medicine for once?" Slergo grumbled as he stood, his voice as gravelly as his appearance.
"Come on, grump, it's not that bad. Besides, the Chief needs us!" Offrak laughed, patting Slergo on the back. "We're on it, boss!"
"Get it done quickly," Bludo said with a dismissive wave, his back popping again, "And don't dawdle like last time." The pair shuffled out of the hall, Slergo still muttering under his breath while Offrak hummed a cheerful tune.
"Now, as I was saying, you've got quite a task ahead of you. There are few places on Death Mountain we haven't looked at already," Bludo explained.
"My mother mentioned that might be a problem. Is there an area, presumably underground, your people haven't studied we could start at?" Elara asked. Bludo tapped his finger against his chin as he studied the map he had on the table.
"If you are looking for places to search, I can think of three that come to mind. There's a little-known shrine inside Lizard's Burrow. You could search the old monster den that used to be there too. Finally, we've got the Death Caldera Mine. Humans have been helping us dig there since last month. All three locations are on the northern face of Death Mountain," Bludo explained. Elara pulled out a Purah Pad and noted the three locations on her own map.
"Lizard's Burrow, monster den, Death Caldera Mine, got them. Let's start with Lizard's Burrow and work our way up," Elara insisted. The group nodded in consent.
"If you're going to be travelling about, keep an eye on this one," Bludo added, pointing at Gorun, "He's great in a fight but gets distracted easily."
"I do not!" Gorun protested.
"You do so," Elara and Bludo said in unison. Yunobo stepped forward, his smile unwavering.
"Don't worry, Chief. I'll go with and give them a hand," Yunobo assured him. As the group set off to the north, Gorun fell in step beside Soren, their earlier conversation resuming with renewed vigor to the group's annoyance.
"We're never going to hear the end of this, are we?" Rayla sighed.
"Probably not. But at least they're having fun," Callum chuckled.