Waking of Friday, October 13, 2017 ~ 4
With the demonic apparition
defeated, I was finally able to activate the main control unit on Vah Rudania’s
back. And when I did—
“Great work, little guy!”
I turned and there stood the spirit
of Daruk, all ghostly teal.... but grinning hugely and with his arms spread
wide.
Similar to what Lady Mipha had
said, but in much gruffer terms, he explained to me that since I had slain the
monster that got the best of him, his spirit was finally free. “Sorry that my
resting with the rubble caused so much trouble for you...” he added, “But now
Vah Rudania is back under our control!” He pounded fist into palm with palpable
force and I daresay a small shockwave.
Man, I bet even Goron ghosts could knock you out if they
tried.
Daruk went on to say that he wanted
to give me something.... a power he had, called “Daruk’s Protection” . . . .
Oh
yeah, I knew.
It wouldn’t do him any good as a
spirit, he said, but maybe it could help me.
“Ready? Here it comes!”
These Gorons don’t do anything small. ._.
With a strenuous roar he seemed to
summon a ball of energy between his giant palms, and with a “Hah!”, clapped in my direction—
And his power plunged into my chest
and I was surrounded with a burning, powerful light, my feet again
momentarily losing contact with the ground on which I’d stood as I closed my
eyes and took it all in.
And when I was myself again I tried
it—I planted my feet and rammed the
knuckles of my fists together—feeling all the more impressive being ironclad in
the FlameBreaker Armor—and the shimmering, lava-colored dodecahedron flared into
being around my person.
I was invincible.
And I let go of it and flexed my
gloved fingers....
Daruk continued, “I’m gonna take
this thing down the mountain where I’ll have a clear shot at Calamity Ganon.
And when you get inside the castle . . . we’re gonna light that place up!”
Or some such words he said....
Hadn’t
Mipha said something about.... draining
Ganon’s power?
What
did he mean ‘light it up’?
And there were parting words—more
encouragement I am sure.
I like Daruk’s temperament.
But I remember the very last thing
he said before the light swallowed me up to transport me away—
“And.... Give my regards to
the Princess,” he said with a grin.
Vah Rudania, lit a purer blue this
time between its joints, instead of the corrupted red, clawstomped its powerful way out of the crater and perched atop an
impressive crag. Its head moved, lizard-like, getting a fix on the castle I
assumed—for the six segments from nose to neck then shuddered apart, splitting
the whole of it wide open like a flower. And inside, a great bronzy barrel telescoped
out into menacing life, charged with a mighty whirring, and let loose the
enormous red beam. Straight into the
calamitous clouds about the castle.
Little halos of the same energy
ringed in and out of being along its length....
“Well, that about does it!” Daruk
spoke to the Divine Beast or maybe a bit to himself. Or maybe to the player.
“All we have to do now is wait for the perfect
shot.”
Perfect
shot?
Hadn’t
Mipha said something about sapping Ganon’s power?
What
were these beams, anyway? Wouldn’t
they just work to weaken—
Red circles.
A red imploding circle on the
target. Repeatedly shrinking to the center and then reappearing.
It . . . . was familiar . . . . ?
Oh
my Hylia.
The
Divine Beasts were Sheikah technology.
Like
the Guardians.
THAT
LASER . . . . IS A LASER OH MY GOSH WAT THIS I CAN’T—
Daruk took in the landscape.
“Hyrule looks good even after a
hundred years,” he said, “The old rollin’ grounds sure are a sight for sore
eyes.”
His eyes and his tone fell a bit.
“I wonder how the Gorons.... fared
after the Great Calamity. I hope they’re still going strong even after every—”
But the camera had angled behind
the figure of Yunobo, on a crag further down the cone, as he gazed up at the
Divine Beast, and the ghostly teal figure on top of it.
Daruk had seen him too.
Yunobo gasped in wonder.
“Well would you look at that . . .”
Daruk mused, “Still going strong indeed!”
With a manly grunt, he thrust his
huge right fist straight up into the air in a rugged salutation.
And with that kind of delight you
only feel when you know you are the
sole partaker of the rarest of gifts.... Yunobo shouted and waved his hand
vigorously back, laughing his exultation
to the morning sky . . . .
