The Legend of Zelda: The Dragon's Son

(Do I know that the original Hyrule Warriors came out when I started high school, and I've now finished college? Yes. Am I going to let that stop me from posting a story about my favorite LoZ character? No, absolutely not. But please feel free to comment if you enjoy, I love reading all that I get!)

"Volga," Ghirahim started, his tone now one of cautious worry, "do you think that these happenings- the mana surges, the mana sickness that people are experiencing- might...be related to the three kids?"

Volga damn near choked on his own voice as Volvagia, who had been entirely silent, gave a snarl so furious he would have been certain people would have been able to hear it had he not been confined to Volga's skull.

"The hell makes you say that? They're kids, Ghirahim, barely in high school," he snapped, barely keeping his tone a whisper.

"Think about it, Volga. You've seen Link's and Zelda's incarnations before, we both have. They always have the same look, the same air about them. It could be coincidence that they look like the original hero and Goddess, and share their names. But Zelda's incredible cunning and staggeringly keen knowledge on events that aren't written in modern history books, Link's keen sense of what is right and wrong that he never got from you- my apologies, but you've learned more from him about hylian morality than he did you- and his natural affinity with a blade that's giving you a run for your money when he's only sixteen. You weren't around for when the original Vaati terrorized the lands, but...the current Vaati's powers are frighteningly similar, and they're a spitting image of the original wind mage."

It was Volga's turn to go deathly silent as he mulled over what Ghirahim said, his brows pinching downwards in thought. No. No. It couldn't be true. It couldn't. Then, that would mean-