A war had started between the forces of light and darkness, but all the young dragon wanted to do was watch from his fiery cave. Though violence was hardly a far stretch for him, Volga had no interest in joining a fight where he gained only scars. The constant lava flow in the Eldin Caves soothed his annoyed thoughts as he watched the thick magma travel its path. He toyed with the lava, swirling his bare finger in the mess. Being a dragon knight meant many things but his invulnerability to fire and heat seemed to fascinate humans the most.

Humans.

Just the word put a bad taste in his mouth. Such a possessive, selfish race. Not once had his past interactions with either the humans or Hylians had ended well. Lucky for him, they were as susceptible to fire as the dry grass they so love to frolic in. A gruff smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Soon after the thought of burning flesh entered his mind it was rudely interrupted.

"Sssir!" it was one of the Lizalfos Chieftains; running as fast as his scaly legs could carry him. A streak of annoyance cut through Volga at the interruption. He stood from his spot by the lava flow ready to snap at the lizard but the smell of blood changed his mind.

"Masster…. Volga!" the Lizalfos began slowing as he came near, a thick trail of red behind him. Volga grunted in shock as he realized the giant lizard's tail had been sliced clean off.

"What happened." The dragon knight grunted before the messenger fully arrived.

"Itsssss her…Cia. The ssSorceress. Ssshe's come to recruited usss…. by force." The lizard warrior panted his tongue hanging limply out of the corner of his mouth.

"Tch, that woman. She knows my indifference on her war. When will she understand you cannot tame a dragon…" Volga turned from the Lizalfos and summoned his wings. "Alert the rest of your chieftains and the Dinolfos as well. I will be on the battlefield shortly after I done the proper armor. We will drive her and her forces out of our caves, and then I will burn her like the willowing flower she is."

Without another word, the dragon knight shot into the air with one thrust of his powerful wings. With Cia on his mind and a terrible bloodlust burning his veins, Volga flew to reclaim his territory.

Volga plunged into the ground, denting the rocky surface with his enormous scaly form. A joyous roar echoed through the caves as he watched Cia's pitiful form flung to the other side of the keep. With practiced ease, Volga changed into his two legged form. He dug his spear from the ground and strode confidently over to his foolish prey.

"Curse... you-" Cia spat as she struggled to stand.

"Stop trying, your words are useless." Volga stopped in front of the weak Cia, his Dragon Pike raised to her chest. "You've lost, Sorceress of darkness. You are weak. Even your own general sees that," Cia's eyes darted over to the poe-like creature Wizzro; gleefully pounding on Cia's own warriors after defecting from her forces. "I will never follow you. Leave these caves at once and I'll let you keep your pitiful life."

For a moment, it seemed as though Cia had accepted this turn of events. Her features relaxed as a long tired sigh hissed through her teeth. The tense muscles in her body unwound one at a time. Volga noticed his prey surrendering and lowered his weapon. He had no intention of killing an opponent so far below his level. It wasn't something a Dragon Knight would do. He turned to leave.

"No…" Cia's voice simmered out from her lips; a sudden heat warping the tone. "I will NOT lose! I need your power!" the dark sorceress leaped to her feet. Volga turned and raised his weapon unsure of what she was planning. He sensed the trouble before his eyes could read it. An alarming rush of energy flowed into Cia, twisting the woman's face into a painful grimace.

"Wha- what stunt are you pulling now witch!" Volga grunted. His instincts told him to run, but his pride made him stay. Cia opened her eyes and stared viciously at the dragon. Her eyes burn with hate and glowed with a foreign magic.

"You will follow me!" Cia raised her staff in his direction. Without time to react, dark purple tendrils launched themselves straight towards her prey. Volga felt the magic slam into his body, but instead of pain, he watch in utter confusion as the tendrils of magic wormed their way into every crevice of his armor. They wriggled around until they seeped into his very skin. Volga tore off his helmet and dug his hands through his coarse hair; digging at his scalp as some of the cruel magic made its way into his head.

"Stop this!" Volga shouted, feeling every one of those tendrils worming around inside his body. "STOP."

Cia laughed proudly at her work. Volga screamed as the magic wrapped around his heart and squeezed. His voice grew louder and louder until it resembled the dying roar of a beast. The dragon knight fell to his knees.

"NOW LISTEN TO ME." Cia stopped laughing abruptly and stomped her heel in Volga's direction. "You are nothing. Nothing but a beast, eager to consume all…" images began to fill Volga's mind. Fire; rubble; blood… "Look deep into your heart you know that it's true. You want to destroy… to conquer! To follow me to battle…" his pike sticking out of a body; his claws tangled in flesh; humans running in fear… "You want to destroy it all for me."

"I-I…" then all the sudden, Volga's mind snapped into place. "I will consume."

The dragon knight reached for his helmet and stood stiffly. With a slow motion, he done his gear and thrust his spear into the ground. Cia giggled excitedly at her new 's mind was hers to control, and she filled it with one desire. The urge to fight and kill. The wicked witch circled the knight twice, taking in every detail of her new general with eager eyes. She stopped in front of him and smiled devilishly up at towards his dark hooded eyes.

"You know, if I hadn't already decided upon the Hero, you would be at the top of my list…" Cia took one finger and made a line down from Volga's chest to his abdomen where it lingered. The gesture completely lost on the bewitched knight, Volga stepped pass her before she could go any lower.

"I believe we have people to kill, my mistress." His voice was even and toneless, lacking any life at all. Cia's previous thoughts were quickly replaced with her main goal. The Hero.

"You are correct, my dear knight. You and Wizzro take my army and yours and attack Hyrule castle. Distract those fools while I prepare for something greater." She smiled viciously at the thought. Wizzro glided up behind Volga; the same distant stare in his one giant eye.

"Yes, mistress." The two puppets answered in unison as they lead their arms in to Hyrule territory.