The Gerudo In Green 5: The Goron Games

I had this one in the works for ages. It’s sort of a lot of smaller scenes and setpieces, so just about everything after the goron sumo bouts was months apart from the rest. It’s also where I’ve got the idea for one of the upcoming reward art pieces from. Then I got a burst from seeing all the art and playing Tears of the Kingdom enough to pick this back up!

I started talking with somebody recently about how this story fits in with the world and the lore. I haven’t cemented much but I keep hinting at story elements I may or may not actually explain. I’m not settled on the idea of Linkle being a reincarnated female Link, but I think there’s definitely a connection. She’s still some kind of important hero if not The Hero. It’s also part of why I tie her in very closely with Midna and Doro, giving them all stuff to do in the action in helping each other out. Even if Linkle’s a chosen one or something, she’s just a very tough and creative heroine rather than wielding godly forces. I barely even hinted at the triforce even existing in the world, let alone it playing an actual role in any of this. There’s obvious parallels, but I think I’m mostly gonna parody the game concepts and have her just be a person in this world.

Anyway, have lots of sweaty amazon wrestling and boxing stuff and some monstergirls!

“This is all getting pretty ridiculous,” Linkle groaned. She watched as a bunch of gorons hefted a huge slab of stone on a slightly raised platform.

“You think?”

Doro sat on the bench by Linkle as they set things up. Her chubby, pureblooded gerudo sister took a long gulp of water.

“So we’re going to have to shove a chubby rock lady off that thing...”

“Then box ‘em…”

“THEN we have to go into a hot spring built for people who can walk through lava and outlast them,” Linkle groaned. “This is gonna be impossible.”

“Yea, well we need that Master Sword piece!” Midna poked her head out of Linkle’s shadow. “For destiny shit.”

“Probably,” Doro added. “You haven’t really told us why yet.”

“Because…” the shadowy imp hesitated. “Look, I forget a lot of this prophecy stuff, but I know it’s important. The Master Sword doesn’t get pulled out for no reason, busted or not.”

“Alright! Would the eight contestants step forward for the goron sumo competition?!” boomed their burly brown announcer.

“Alright. We got this. It’s just like playing king of the hill back at home,” Doro encouraged her sister.

“Yea, but with people who eat rocks for fun,” Linkle added warily.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got your back,” Midna assured her. “Granted I’ll do it from way down here, but I’ve still got it.”

The imp ducked back into her shadow as the girls lined up with the assembled rock creatures. The gorons dragged up a stone slab with their names etched into it to show the matchups. It was a small favor that the sisters were spread out on either side of the brackets. They could avoid each other until the finals, since they wouldn’t match up in the boxing or sumo rounds.  Then one could just surrender so they could bypass the whole idea of a scalding hot tub.

Linkle went into her match first. She shifted her feet on the raised stone, just getting used to the metal-lined boots. It wasn’t like she needed her full speed to outmaneuver a bunch of heavyweight rock people. Her opponent was fairly slim for a goron, which still made her thicker than Doro. She had a barrel-chested build and big broad tits as her long and spikey white hair hung past her shoulders. She thumped a broad fist against her immovable abs.

“Come on, Linkle! Knock that bitch into gravel!” Doro called from the sidelines where the rest of the gorons were cheering on the game in general.

Linkle frowned, nowhere near that solid but wanting to make some kind of a show. The topless hylian squatted low and stomped her metal boots on the stone, resulting in a relatively minor clang as she showed off a little more flexibility than her foe.

“Our first fight is Rook versus Linkle! Gorons… er, and guests. Sumo!”

The bigger brown woman threw herself at Linkle, the thumping of her bare feet shaking the stone platform. Linkle was never the biggest of her gerudo tribe-sisters, so she squeaked and dove out of her way. She rolled past Rook and sprang back to her feet, spinning and throwing a kick into her back. It proved to be just as rocky as it looked, her foot slapping against the stone-like scales and bouncing right off.

“Okay… new plan,” Linkle mused as the brawny woman swung a loping arm at her.

The lean blonde ducked under it and swept a kick into the goron’s legs, but Rook barely budged from what should have been a tripping blow. She raised a foot and stomped at Linkle as she rolled away towards the middle of the platform.

“Hey! Kid!” Midna whispered from her shadow.

She glanced over to see the curvy imp waving to her. “Not gonna budge, is she?”

“Yea, it’s like they’re boulder people who eat rocks all day,” Linkle grumbled back.

“Exactly. Gorons don’t tend to move unless they’re already rolling downhill. But if you can get her by the edge again, I can tip the scales in your favor.” Midna rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

“And by scales, I mean the entire ring.”

Linkle looked confused at her. “I really should fight fair like my clan taught me… buuuuut this is destiny and stuff talking.”

“Sure is. See ya on the edge.” Midna saluted and dove back into her shadow as Linkle planted her feet in a broad fighting stance.

She let Rook come barreling towards her and grabbed onto her loincloth, pulling it while her boots slid across the stone. The smaller girl had long-since picked up on tricks to keep heavier and taller girls at bay, at least long enough to form a counterstrategy while she had them locked down. She was still glad she’d put the extra distance between her and the edge, getting awkwardly close to falling off as she wedgied up on the loincloth. Rook hissed through her teeth as Linkle suddenly slipped under her arm and flipped neatly over her opponent’s head, landing with a clang near the middle of the ring.

Beneath the raised platform, Midna popped out and gestured to manipulate the shadows below. The larger mass of darkness made it easier for her to build up a large hand of shadow and push up on one end, tipping it firmly in one direction. Rook felt the whole thing shift like a seesaw in her direction, skidding towards the edge before she slammed her hand into the ring. Her thick fingers dug in and held on tight, momentarily suspended completely by her strong arm before she dropped back level again.

While Rook slid back onto the surface, the rocky platform bucked back in the other direction.

“Ah shit!” Midna hissed under her breath as Linkle yelped in surprise. The reversed platform flopped back the way it came, tossing her head over heels backward. The lighter and weaker heroine bounced a couple times over before falling off the edge, where she was quickly caught by one of the hosts of the goron games.

“Ring out!” another one called as Linkle was set carefully back on her feet. “Rook is the winner!”

The audience cheered while gorons smacked Linkle proudly (and a bit too hard for her liking) on the back and offered her consoling drinks. Midna popped up from behind her and winced.

“Okay, my bad. But it’s not like we had much of a better shot.”

Linkle sighed and shrugged. “So much for being the hero here. But I think we’ve got another perfectly fine strategy left.”

“You mean stealing the sword piece, right?” the imp pried.

“What? No! I meant Doro!”

“Oh right! Her. Yea, I guess. Worst case, she makes a good distraction for the stealing…”

Another match went by with goron women clashing on the tipping stone ring. They looked almost identical as far as Linkle could tell, but they grappled with each other’s loincloths before one lifted and slammed down the other. She dropped down close enough to the edge that her rocky shell bounced off the stage and went toppling over. The third round saw another goron tackle one around the waist, tumbling strategically to bodily fling their opponent off the ring. It was down to the last round with Doro against a wide, strongfat goron woman they called Gareed. She shook out some short, shaggy black hair with red flecks like dying ashes.

“You outsiders are cute and all, but you ain’t seen the strength of the gorons,” Gareed boasted.

She threw out and slapped her muscular arms against her broad barrel of a chest. The thick hide thudded loudly against itself as Doro smirked.

“Then you clearly haven’t seen that of the gerudo either!” she called back.

She raised her own thick, chubby arms and pounded a fist into her palm. The big women locked eyes and charged right for each other, locking up in a solid grapple. The ring’s rock tilted around from the impact, tilting this way and that as it resettled.

“Bad move,” Midna winced from behind Linkle.

“These boulder brained gorons are built for head-to-head combat.”

“Too bad for them. You haven’t seen Doro go all out like this before, but it’s her specialty too. I could out-wrestle Doro on a good day, but I could never match her muscle,” Linkle said with a proud smile on her face.

Back in the ring, the two were actually locked in a stalemate. Despite being wider and thicker built than Doro, the goron woman couldn’t budge her. The husky gerudo flexed her thick arms as the soft chubbiness of them vanished, swelling and sculpting into raw muscle. She stomped her metal boots rhythmically into the stone, clanging noisily over and over as she at first walked in place, then started powering Gareed backward. Her thick legs flexed but she looked shocked as Doro rammed her chest and stomach into her, sumoing her towards the edge of the ring.

“Don’t act like you’re the first boulder I’ve broken!” Doro laughed triumphantly.

“Rghhh… well don’t think we’re all thick as stones!”

Gareed shifted her grip to slightly lower than she had started. She squatted down and leapt just off the ground, pulling up on Doro’s underarms to go flipping back into the gorons’ spherical form, but going with it into a rapidly spinning suplex.

“I’ll chuck you right out and be done with ya!” Gareed laughed confidently.

Her grip tightened on Doro’s thick arms before her head slammed forward, smashing between Gareed’s beady eyes. Her grip immediately went slack and her spinning lost much of its momentum.

“Well if you wanted to wrestle, shoulda just said so! I suppose that’s the international language!”

Doro took Gareed by the hair and wrapped her powerful legs around the goron’s neck. The rocky wrestler looked shocked as Doro grabbed her by the legs and held her upside down in the middle of her spin, pressing down to slam her head into the ground as she sat her wide ass on her tits. A gong rang out to end the match.

“Doro takes the match!” the host announced as Doro wiped some sweat from her forehead.

“Ha! I knew you had it in the bag, sis!” Linkle laughed.

She ran over and hugged her warm and stocky sister, mashing her breasts into her side. Doro laughed and ruffled her hair in turn.

“Hey, what kinda sister would I be if I wasn’t there to clean up your messes?” she teased.

She kissed Linkle on the cheek and caught her in a headlock.

“AH! Stoooop! You’re sweatier than usual in all this lava stuff!” Linkle laughed, squirming around rather happily in her familiar grip.

“Guess you being a chubster can pay off sometimes,” Midna chuckled.

“Now how do you feel’ about getting punched in the face with some hunks of metal?”

Doro raised an eyebrow and looked back at the crowd. The general populace was moving the balancing stone ring aside and heading towards a shallow pit ground into the stone over the ages long past, judging how smooth it was. The remaining competitors were sliding on thin metal gauntlets that resembled crude, brass boxing gloves. Given how thick their skin was, it wasn’t surprising that they’d need something heavy to get anywhere with brute force on each other.

Doro frowned as she thought about it.

“Eh. Wouldn’t be the first time. Hook me up.”

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“On to our semi finals! Doro will be facing Hamara! First one to get a KO wins and heads into the finals!”

Doro slid on her steel-lined boots down the slope leading into the pit. She wore the same gloves made of a few sturdy leather straps and layered with plates of metal padded on the inside. Considering their dense and rocky bodies, she had to wonder how well a gerudo punch would work on a goron. She liked the way it clinked together when she flexed and unflexed her fingers, still topless and gently jiggling as she took up a fighting stance.

Her opponent was lean for a goron, with spiky, charcoal black hair that stood up high. She was an inch or two bigger than Doro, if not quite as broad as she was, but with a wide and dense pair of breasts that reached out past the sides of her torso. Hamara gave Doro a wide grin full of her rock-crushing teeth.

“Ready  to lose, softskin? Your types don’t show up around Goron Village for a reason,” Hamara chuckled, clanging the metal-coated knuckles together.

“Keep talkin’, rock tits. That big mouth just makes it an easier target,” Doro chuckled back, looking unshaken.

A large gong sounded and Hamara bounded forward, clearly waiting and ready for it. She threw a loping haymaker at the gerudo challenger. It swung like a sledgehammer, but with all the grace and unwieldy reach of one too. Doro had no problem at all ducking under it and leaning in, smashing a hook inside her guard and into Hamara’s face. She could feel the toughness of the leathery skin, but the metal plating made it hit plenty hard on top of her own impressive power. Hamara’s head jerked and her eyes fluttered, clearly feeling it just as Doro hoped.

The goron reeled and Doro gladly took advantage. She shot in for another pair of quick hits, one to the cheek and another to the side of Hamara’s boobs. She grunted as her jugs bounced out of control into each other and the clanging metal blows stinging her all over. The tanky rock woman stayed standing and took another hefty swing at her but Doro dodged lightly aside. She wasn't as fast as Linkle but she didn’t need to be in order to avoid a punchdrunk bruiser’s swing. She  feinted another headshot to make Hamara flinch before she dipped in low and drove an iron fist deep into her abs. The goron huffed loudly, spraying spittle across Doro’s flexing arm and bare chest.

“Yea! Yea! Get her, biggy!” Midna cheered loudly from the sidelines, seated with Linkle and a bunch of rowdy goron spectators.

“Sock her! Give her an uppercut! Give ‘er the ol’ Dodongo Combo! Give ‘er the slippery octorok!”

“You’re just making those up,” Linkle scolded. “But YEA! Go, sis!”

Doro kept dodging and dancing around the more sluggish slugger, but Hamara was more than just dumb muscle. She brought a swift punch shooting up through the gerudo’s blind spot, smashing into her side. The densely muscled arm and hard iron gloves connected with a combined force that nearly took Doro completely off her feet, buckling to one side. Her legs limply struggled to keep her balance before Hamara swung another great, loping blow, this time connecting with her soft gut before she could find her footing.

“OOOMF!” Doro flew a couple inches off the ground, held up by the twisting metal gauntlet in her gut. Her eyes bugged out as her mouth stayed hanging open. Hamara withdrew her fist just to slam her other one across her face, crashing with a brutal cross to Doro’s pronounced gerudo nose. Her body twisted almost cartoonishly in the air before landing on the arena floor, her face and tits resting on the ground as she coughed for air.

“Talking about a big target with a snout like that!” Hamara laughed, raising and flexing a gorilla-like arm.

Midna winced as Linkle cheered harder for her sister. Doro pushed herself up to her hands and knees and then just her knees as she rubbed her unguarded palm over her face. She wiped some of the blood from under her nose and spat out some that had reached her bruised and painted lips. She blinked to clear her blurry vision just in time to see Hamara’s fist swinging down at her head.

And not a moment too soon.  She swiftly swung her arm to one side, catching and pushing away Hamara’s forearm. The incoming glove whizzed past her hair and rather than her own metallic fist, Doro launched a palm strike into the goron’s jaw. It didn’t have the same metal force but it knocked her face aside in a painful twist that still cut off her offensive. Doro leaned into the strike and used the burst of leverage to slam Hamara down to the stone, getting on top of her and leaning a knee onto the inside of her elbow. It hurt a bit, but it mostly meant she had half as many of those deadly limbs to swing at her. Doro unleashed a barrage of clanging metal head shots, and even when Hamara managed to throw another wide swing from her far side Doro could see it coming from a mile away. She just threw blow after blow, ringing the spiky-headed brute’s skull with a ringing war cry that would have made her warrior ancestors proud. If she was thinking of that at all, at the moment, she might have cared. Linkle just shrieked in a slightly higher pitched but meant to be echoing scream, confusing those around her not familiar with gerudo ways.

Hamara finally mustered the strength and leverage to buck to one side, half-shoving and half-tossing Doro off her. The goron scrambled to her feet but Doro was faster still, especially after those jarring blows. The chubby gerudo wasn’t the most steady at the moment but she still leapt right at her. She twisted in midair, so when Hamara threw another massive swing at her it clipped the side of one jiggling breast. Doro flinched but threw all her screaming might into one wound up fist, smashing down on the center of Hamara’s chest. She huffed noisily and nearly flipped over backward, slamming noisily into the stone below. Her landing cracked it beneath her rocky shell as the driving fist kept pushing. The rock beneath Hamara’s body heated and glowed from the impact like it was a falling comet. When Doro finally stopped to heave her heavy breaths back in, she was sweating buckets and dripping blood from her face to her bobbing breasts and stomach. Hamara’s eyes had rolled back into her head, her muscular body coming to a stop and not moving an inch besides some weak breathing. The audience was struck silent as she staggered up, raising a metal-coated fist over her wobbling head.

Cheers erupted from the impressed gorons around her. Doro limped towards the edge of the arena before Linkle slid down to catch her. She grunted as she got under her arm, helping her hobble out of the ring and get out of her gloves so they could get the second match.

“Wowwww! Sis, that was amazing! Incredible! I knew you had it, but that was so s’hazing cool!”

“Great,” Doro gurgled.

“Just go easy on the middle bits there. She was slow but she hits like a molduga…”

“Maybe we’ll luck out and the finals are in a healing hot spring,” Midna pointed out.

Doro groaned as she remembered the final challenge. “Right… more shit,” she sighed.

“It’s not so bad!” a random goron within earshot assured her.

“There’s a sleeping dragon under the springs that heats it with his snores. It makes it just boiling hot enough to melt just about anything off your skin and shell. Super cleansing!”

“Yea… I don’t know how well I’ll do there with some open wounds…” Doro panted before snorting and spitting out some more blood.

“But I’ll do my best.”

“You don’t need to! We can just bargain it off the winner,” Linkle offered uncertainly.

“Theft. Awesome. I dig that,” Midna agreed.

“That’s not what I said…”

Doro thumped Linkle firmly on the back, but she had to notice it was weaker than it usually was.

“Nah, I got your back, sis. Maybe it’s one of those healing hot springs you hear about in fairy tales.”

Linkle bit her lip, but she nodded. A burst of cheers came from the fight pit to indicate the other match was over. Doro took a steadying breath as the host waved her over to join them further towards the edge of their village. A pool of bubbling hot water awaited them, and at the judge’s signal, she stepped inside. Rook, the same woman that had managed to beat Linkle in the sumo competition, dipped into the other end along with her. Doro winced and… promptly relaxed. It really was soothing, and while there wasn’t much demand for a hot bath in the desert beyond the especially chilly nights, it was quite comfortable. It reminded her of back home compared to the cooler mountain ranges they’d traveled to get here.

“Annnnd begin!” the host announced. They were promptly interrupted when Rook raised a broad hand.

“Hey, hold on… why’s the water so cool? This is way colder than usual.”

There was a concerned murmur from the audience. Linkle and Midna trade unsure glances while a random goron dipped a hand curiously into the water.

“Really? Kind of nice if you ask me,” Doro shrugged.

Linkle and Midna exchanged glances. Midna shrugged.

“Wasn’t me. I was just gonna pop under the water and start foolin’ around with the Rook gal.”

“That doesn’t make sense. They did say it was heated by a snoring dra… uh oh!”

Linkle’s eyes widened just before they all felt the rumbling. Out of the ground a few yards down the road, a large, bright pink dragongirl burst out of the ground, sending rock flying everywhere. It had a round, vaguely humanoid shape with ancient, ragged armor hanging off its scaly, exaggeratedly female form. Short wings flapped uselessly, too small to lift its two stories tall, 30 foot long body. It landed on its hind legs and let out a thundering roar, blasting blackish purple fire from its humanoid mouth and into the air.

The gorons yelped and panicked, fleeing into their shelters or for the literal hills. Even Rook leapt out of the water while Doro stood up to ready herself for the monster.

“How did it wake up? I thought they said it was always sleeping,” the big sister called to her companions.

“Doesn’t matter now! It’s going nuts!”

Linkle rushed forward, drawing her staff from her back. The dragoness puffed up its cheeks and sprayed another burst of fire towards her, but ran as she circled it to keep its attention while remaining a tricky target. Midna popped back out of her shadow at her feet, safely ahead of her with the flames lighting the air behind her.

“Quick, kid! Arrow the bitch!”

“But all that does is make them naked!” the hylian gerudo reminded her.

“Trust me! I’m picking up on some weird shit right now!”

Linkle tucked one end of her staff into her mouth, holding it to free her hands and draw the bow. She pulled back its gleaming string of light and fired a magic arrow that appeared inside. The big beast gave a surprising bob to one side, avoiding one shot but getting caught in the chest by another. The dragoness’ ancient but thick armor shuddered and glowed before it flew off her body. It exposed her boulder-sized breasts and scaled but humanoid pink pussy, which was all new to Linkle. It also revealed a large chunk of dark crystal jutting out of the dragon’s chest in between her tits.

“What is THAT?!” Linkle gasped.

“What do you mean? The dragon tits or the shadow magic?” Midna asked, furrowing her brow.

Doro gave her a suspicious scowl.

“Shadow magic, huh?”

“Hey! That’s not mine! Not one of mine!” Midna swore.

The dragoness looked furious and sucked in another breath. Midna suddenly floated away like a panicked hummingbird while Linkle leapt as high as she could. Even then, she had to break into a midair split to avoid scorching her feet off. She winced as she felt the intense head tingle against her crotch,

“Hey! Lay off!” Doro shouted as she charged the dragon and punched it in the side of one leg.

It was the highest she could reach on her and it didn’t do much good. She winced as her fist just hit the hard scales and pulled it back, shaking out the sore knuckles. The Death Mountain dragoness slapped its tail at her, sending her tumbling away head over heels. It still distracted her enough for Linkle to draw her staff and leap at the monstergirl, twirling it rapidly overhead.

“Thanks, Du! I got this! HYAAA!”

She descended from her leap with her swing at full force, aiming for the suspicious crystal. She felt confident that it would at least put a dent in the dark stone, but the dragoness barely had to twitch to throw off her attack. It wasn’t that she fully missed it, but the enormously busty dragoness’ chest jigged into the way with the slightest movement, burying it out of sight behind her tits. The staff smacked against scaly flesh as Linkle came to a stop with her feet planted against the giant chest. The dragoness scowled at her as she froze in place and blushed.

“Er… whoops?" Linkle offered meekly.

The monster snarled and sucked in another flaming breath. Linkle darted over its shoulder, running down her spined back as the dragoness turned and still blew fire after her. She sprinted for her life, diving off behind some rocks just in time to avoid getting roasted. She still patted out a few singed blonde hairs and the edges of her loincloth before realizing her staff’s tip had lit like a was an overly long torch. She hastily puffed on it to put it out as the dragon closed in on her rocky cover.

Midna suddenly popped back out of the shades, zipping around the dragoness’ head. She stretched out her hair, molding it into a large hand shape that slugged it across the face. It only made the creature flinch, but kept her attention for a moment.

“Hey, redhot! That’s right, I’m up here! Pay no attention to the fatty movin’ in behind you!” Midna goaded.

The creature looked confused as Doro charged in behind it and leapt off a nearby hillside. This time she’d come wearing the metal gauntlets from her last fight, pounding a piledriver’s worth of punches down onto the dragon’s head. It jerked sharply from that, hunching over and trying to stagger out of the way. It clawed awkwardly at wherever it could reach, but Doro slid down its shoulder right before it could catch her.

“You think I’ve been fighting slower stronger people all day and didn’t learn anything?! Think again!” Doro laughed.

She landed in front of the dragon, right between its legs as she swung a double uppercut into its chest. The big scaly breasts flew upward, launched by the metal-coated punches and sending them flying up into the dragoness’ face. It clearly saw stars as its own boobs slapped itself, confusing and stunning it as Doro kept her upward punches flying until sweat ran down her body.

“Get her, Link!” she shouted over her shoulder without looking back.

Linkle nodded and drew her chipped and ancient sword. She charged in and leapt onto Doro’s shoulder, springboarding off it and swiping it up through the dark shard. It flashed as it cut through, and a held breath later the crystal dissipated into dust. The dragoness immediately stopped its howling rampage and its eyes fluttered lazily. With a last limp step, it fell forward and landed on its belly. Its huge tits swelled out beneath its chin and its thick hips thrust up into the air behind it as it fell back into a deep sleep.

“Huh… I guess the dark stuff made it go berserk and wake up…” Linkle guessed as she sheathed the sword.

“Just to start shit? I don’t get it,” Doro admitted breathlessly. She leaned on her knees and wiped some sweat from her forehead. She had been pushing herself all day, and even just watching the dragon lay on its own tits made hers ache. She clenched a fist within her scuffed metal gloves.

“I don’t care what they do, though. I’m keepin’ these beauties.”

She kissed the knuckles on one of the light gauntlets when a burst of cheers came from the village. The gorons came rushing out, throwing up their arms and quickly lifting their rescuers over their shoulders.

“You did it! You’re the heroes of Death Mountain! I can’t believe they defeated the dragon! And without even killing it!” the crowd babbled over each other.

“Hero of Death Mountain? Still sounds kinda creepy, huh?” Doro said with a weary and sore smile.

“Does that mean we can have the prize?” Linkle asked, glancing over towards their chief.

“Are you kidding? That hard junk we dug up? You won the contest when Rook fled the waters AND saved our village! I’d give you twenty if we had them!”

Linkle beamed brightly at her friends, but then looked back at the chief.

“Yea, but… you DON’T have twenty, right?”

He shook his head.

“Sa’raq!” she grumbled under her breath.

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The girls rested up and spent the night among the gorons, getting all the hot (and very hot) food they could handle in their celebration. They restocked on whatever they pleased while the rest of the gorons helped shove the dragon back under her hole to let her sleep in peace. Linkle, Doro and Midna started off again with the latest piece of the Master Sword fused back into place.

“So we don’t really know where to head next, yea?” Doro asked as they hiked off through the mountains.

“Just wherever we can find more sword pieces and relic stuff,” Linkle said. “Just kind of wandering.”

“I’m not sure about that…” Midna mused, rubbing her chin with a scrawny claw.

“That magic in the dragon’s crystal… it wasn’t all dark magic. I got some other vibes in there too.”

“You sensed the source of the magic?” Linkle asked, tilting her head curiously.

“Not a source, but… it felt like it was mixed with water magic.”

Linkle’s pointed ears perked up a little as her mind went to the blue-skinned princess she’d encountered so briefly and so fatefully at the start of her adventure. Midna saw the look of recognition and nodded.

“It was combined with zora stuff. I think we’re in the right direction, both for the sword and those mystery guests of yours.”

“Weird. Must be fate,” Doro said dismissively, though the idea certainly stuck with Linkle for a while as they walked on.