Fight of the Champions

Epilogue - Darmar

It was strange knowing that he was a Champion now. Everyone he ran into now congratulated him and thanked him for everything he had accomplished with Aadil and the others. Darmar had never been a big fan of being in the spotlight, so whenever anyone talked to him about it he always got really uncomfortable and awkward.

He still could hardly process what had happened that day. He had gathered almost all of Goron village together to fight for the Hylians. He had stood in the center of Goron City one second and the next they were all in the center of Hyrule Field along with hundreds of other people, both Hylian and not. Once Jira put him charge of getting everyone in position, again Darmar had been so uncomfortable. He'd been talking to the King of the Zora as Bahuma's army arrived, and then all of his plans were lost. He had to direct the entire army into formation, the Zora at the front with their spears, most of Rito at the back, sending volley after volley of arrows. Everyone else was stuck somewhere between them. For the first time in Darmar's life, he had seen everyone working together.

Then when he saw the gold lights, he raced back to where Aadil and Zariah were, but was too late. Once Bahuma arrived, he was prevented from interfering at all. That was one of the worst days of his life, being forced to stand in the back while his friends all risked their lives.

But it had passed, and everyone was fine, or at least, everyone except Corvus. He still couldn't believe it, Corvus never would've betrayed them, what had gone so wrong? How could it have happened? How could sassy, young Corvus now be imprisoned far out of sight?

He now was back in Goron City, trying desperately to get back to his old life, and yet everything seemed to be against him. The Boss even wanted him to take his job. Could nobody see that all he wanted was to be a hardworking miner again?

The best times still came with sumo. He still had a blast every sumo night, and now most of the Gorons were going to him for hints and to help them learn to fight. Now that he could handle, easily. In fact, he was beginning to find more joy from teaching his brothers than from his old routine.

"Master Darmar!" someone called through the door.

Darmar rolled his shoulders back and grunted, getting to his feet to see what was the matter. To his surprise, Ragnar stood there at the door. It was dark outside, tonight everyone should've been in bed.

"Hey Ragnar! Brother!" Darmar shouted as he saw him, patting his back, "You know it's just 'Darmar'"

"Sorry," Ragnar straightened up himself, "Master Gezagri wanted to see you,"

Master Gezagri? He was the Goron Blacksmith, the one who crafted Darmar's weapon, and the one who had taught him how to fight.

"I'll go right away!" Darmar said, jumping in his curiosity to go see what he had to say.

"Darmar, before you go, can I ask you somethin'?" Ragnar asked,

"Yeah, of course brother,"

Ragnar paused for a moment, "How'd you do it?" he said, "How did you save the world?"

Darmar was shocked but tried to answer best he could, "All I did was follow my gut. I tried my best and gave it everything I got,"

Ragnar nodded to himself, "Thanks," he said, starting to walk away, "Hey, good luck at the next match!"

"You too! Who knows, maybe you'll finally beat me?"

Ragnar nodded and rolled away. Darmar made his way to Master Gezagri's forge and walked in. Luckily, the Goron elder was still awake.

"Oh! Darmar! I've been wanting to talk to you about something!" Gezagri exclaimed as he walked through the door.

"So I've heard, Ragnar sent me,"

"Great," Gezagri paused and flashed him a wide proud grin, "Darmar, I want you to work with me here in the Forge. If you want to, I would love to have you here to personally get to train the other Gorons. I know that you are ready for something like this and I would love to be able to work with you more closely, my boy,"

Darmar was completely taken back, "Train the Gorons? But, Master Gezagri, I'm no where near as skilled as you are!"

"No, no, rather I believe that I am no where near a skilled as you have become," Gezagri flashed him another wide smile, "Darmar, since the time that I trained you when you were a boy, you've grown so much and become so skilled, you have become a Champion. It would be an honor to be able to work with you,"

"Master Gezagri—"

"And I could even train you as a blacksmith if you wanted,"

Darmar was still so surprised, mostly at the fact that this was actually happening. If he was being honest with himself, he would love nothing more than to be able to work here and train others to greatness, but still it was such a big decision.

"Darmar, I'm getting old, I know it, and I am no longer as great as I was back in the day," he continued, further pushing his point, "But you are young and fair and wise. So what do you think?"

He was still so torn. Be able to work alongside one of his childhood heroes, or continue living his old routine, a routine he knew was only going to be more and more difficult to follow.

Slowly, Darmar began to nod, "I think I'll take it,"