Kingdom of Power, of Courage, and of Wisdom

Dragmire's War - Ganon's Power

-Forest battlefield-

"Well, well, well," Ouki Mitagi muttered. "Just what are you supposed to be?"

Ouki sat astride a horse, his glaive in one hand, looking up at a monster of a beast. It had fire coming from its head, mouth, and back in the shape of hair and wings. Cracks in its skin outpoured even more red and black fire. Everything's shadow deepened around it.

The creature looked back at him. It smelled him. It liked the smell. It reminded it of 'Him'. It huffed. It roared. Its wings of fire spread out from its back and it carried a giant sword in each hand.

The men behind Ouki scattered. Ouki raised an eyebrow, "If this is my head's way of giving me a nightmare, it might want to change its tune. Perhaps try colored ponies next time, rainbows... maybe colored ponies WITH rainbows?" Ouki shuddered. "So what the hell does that make you, hm? A bit of bad cheese? Indigestion?"

One of his few remaining men spoke up, "Sir, if I may, I think you are right to say 'what the hell' as that thing most likely IS a 'what from hell'. You may also want to make some distance!"

"Meh."

"Very articulate, my lord! Now about that distance?"

Ouki dropped from his horse. Without missing a beat, the terrified horse fled as fast as its legs could carry it. He adjusted his bracers and readied his glaive. "I have a better idea. How about we see if this thing can feel fear?"

-6 years ago-

-Majora Mountain-

Among the Fae was a singular soul older, wiser, and more experienced than the rest. For this, he was given the position in the collective Grove as Elder and so dubbed Elder. Elder Fae also had the most experience with the Majora, so while there was an ambassador Fae already dubbed Ambassador, Elder would be the one to meet and spend time with the Majora for a while during a particularly important occasion.

The Masking.

On this day, Elder Fae took up his customary form of a wooden centaur wrapped smoothly in vines and leaves and strode into Majora territory. Despite the Majora's power being uniquely capable of killing Fae, he had no fear in his spirit of where he walked. The Majora were friends. More than that, the leader of the Majora Grove (called a 'tribe' or 'clan', apparently) was a sworn brother.

When the Dragmire rebelled, the Qin could not, or more than likely didn't bother to, differentiate between the Dragmire and the other tribes despite their vastly different origins. Dragmire were once children of Din but chose a demonic heritage. So the Fae saw they were the children of demons, but the mountain tribes were still children of either Din or Farore. The Fae could taste someone's parentage on their soul. In this way, they had no trouble telling the difference between people.

The Majora and other tribes fled, and seeing little hope, the Fae also left the Qin behind. However, the Fae stopped along the way to aid Majora and the other tribes. Elder still remembered the hundreds, if not thousands, of elementals that laid waste to the army of Qin that chased them. Elder still remembered the fires and arrows that chased the terrified, fleeing tribes. Elder still remembered how the Majora leader swore kinship. Elder still remembered the vow the Huma made.

Fae do not make such vows. It is futile to bind a soul when it cannot be bound. But the sentiment is respectable and Elder recognized that Huma liked their sentiments, customs, traditions, and such.

A couple Majora leaped down from the mountain side where they watched, and their wolves came out of hiding. They bowed and kissed Elder's feet, "Sweet Fae, it is an honor for you to be our guest. We trust your journey was uneventful?"