Long ago, there were dragons in her realm. She read about them in books and in scrolls; read about their terror and what they did and could do to all those who stood in their way. Mere mortals against the might of a beast who could breathe fire and whose wings could create storms. No known weapon forged by the hands of Hylian or men alike could destroy such a monstrosity, and it had been to the gods that mortals looked to for guidance. Some of those stories were about the chosen hero of legend and how he ventured through forests and mountains, battling beasts that only the imagination could bring to life. Some of those creatures were dragons, but not all dragons were the same. The Gorons spoke of a man whom they called their sworn brother; not only did the hero ensure their longevity but also liberated their people from the dark lord’s reign, killing not one dragon but two. The mountains were home to some of the fiercest of monsters, born from rock and fire and smoke, yet even their greatness could not be matched by the sword that was, as the gods foretold, the Blade of Evil’s Bane.
But this was not Hyrule and she did not possess such a sword nor was it anywhere near her. This mountain was foreign to her, having wandered through halls that were not built by Gorons but by something else. These were grand chambers that belonged to a noble house and Zelda knew she was far from her kingdom or any realm she may had encountered through various travels. The gods were rather fickle in their ways after the Twili invasion; a mirror was all it took for two worlds to bleed together, to nearly become one as they would have been united in a common element of darkness. So much blood had been spilled to realise such a dream, a dark one, but a dream nonetheless for who were the gods to decide whom was good and evil? They chose not to intervene as this had been but a test to challenge one’s mettle against temptation and courage to fight off the lingering remains of corrupted power.
She knew dragons possessed heightened senses, being the supreme beings they were written throughout legend and all feared them; all creeds of life knew the end was nigh when a dragon appeared. It just so happened that she found herself within its lair, surrounded by gold and jewels—possibly more than she had ever seen in her entire life and would see for many years to come.
With quick and measured steps, Zelda remained behind one of the large stone pillars, calculating each breath as she curled her fingers around the hilt of her sword yet knew it would do her no good. Fear coursed through her limbs, reminding her that even if she chose to hide behind stone, it would only be a matter of time before she was consumed, either by the dragon or by the mountain. Neither seemed to be an optimal choice, but she was helplessly outnumbered and her magick was nowhere near as proficient enough to battle a dragon….though perhaps if she could summon the Light Spirits—but she was too far from them to even consider that as an option.
But it not on the offense, she could certain hold him off for a while; use her magick to its defensive nature to buy her some time. "I am not hiding," she called out, her own voice booming throughout the large cavern and echoing off the stone pillars, as she stepped away from hers, skin ashen and hair tangled as if she had crawled through hell and back just to stand here. Her eyes, an ashen-blue of a peculiar kind that had seen more than one lifetime—perhaps even a hundred if not more, peered up at the beast, defiant in their own nature while her body trembled like a leaf but her voice remained strong as ever.
fire burns all life, they say---- the touch of vicious flames, malicious and wrathful, like ire'd poison in the bloodstream, a black snake in wading waters, a taint that feeds the land; some are born of hatred, some from fallen stars, and others divide from g r e e d.
red-gold scales wrap around his form entire, underbelly draped in the driest of jewels, the tyranny of sharp sense upon his sight, the twitch of reptilian eye as her form introduces the light, bathed in gold reflection.
( he thinks elf but this is not she, for there is something other than the woodland in her bones-- )
monstrosity, was the crafted word, the lithe tongue carried such weight as they spoke of dragons---- and it was no better untrue as he could taste fear: tremors that shattered fragile air, shaky breath that danced around unarmored pores;
flesh did not stop wonted fires, black lips baked and thick man's blood twain with burning face. this was the fear---- death, the lick and wound of dragonfire, the harp of speared teeth upon ribs through which the sun did peer.
his weight in blood, rough jaw in a half snarl, pride and pompous all the same as her heart beats loud in his ear, a difference in ere long silence, how fast he nears and nears to the source, the voice that impedes his kingdom of gold.
( wormlike tail flicks, wings scuffling as claws dig through coin and emerald alike; )
tremendous body wades towards the she-creature, and thus began his reign of horror, hind legs echoing in empty mountain, beauty lost as reminder sates itself in the belly of the beast.
a turn of face as death braggingly spares her this day, he swerves around her form, whether she trekk'd back as rough winds would shake, or she stood strong as earthen shale quakes, he cares little.
( eyes impede, they warn of what little warmth remains in his breathing thaw-- )
behind her, does the beast pause, he implores her to keep with his terrible game, where one bends for the terror, and where it was most unwise to have a dragon upon your back.
resolute, undenied was a lowly growl, the twinge of snout as smoke infuriates, misted fire as heathen lungs boil in fiery broth. smoke-flame burns the eyes, only to float around his most honored guest----
one shadow more, one ray the less, his patience wanes; he feels for silence once more, where centuries' sleep wrings his mind. a glutton unmoved, the king of the mountain stands:
( she could look around, then choose her ground, and take her soldier's rest. )
' Yet, you trespass into my abode. '
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