2022-07-09: Rauru's Last Flight
- Cutscene: Rauru's Last Flight
- Cast: Rauru, Ganondorf Dragmire
- Where: The Chamber of the Sages
- Date: July 9th, 2022
- Summary: Just after Eleanor and her friends leave the Chamber of the Sages in 2022-07-09:_The_New_Sun_Rises_in_Gold, someone else arrives. Rauru performs his final duty.
Standing alone in his Chamber, Rauru waits. He is not a tall man, but broad, with a sharp nose and a bushy mustache that extends outward until his sideburns. His skin is rough, wrinkled, marked by age and the sun, despite there being no sun here, and his robes are orange, overlaid with deep red patterns. His furred ears hang down from his head, and his furred hands peek out from the wide sleeves of his robes. At his feet are the symbols of the Elements, eight in total, with the three golden triangles in the center. He stands on Light's symbol, of course. And he does not have to wait long.
Not moments after Eleanor and her friends' departure, a dark figure shimmers into being suddenly. All around him the world darkens. Power radiates from him, cracking the symbols on the floor. Ganondorf rises, and sets his eyes upon Rauru.
"Ha," Rauru says. "So you've come at last. You are too late, tyrant."
Skin like tarnished copper nearly glows black in the gathering darkness, but the eyes glow, gold-orange. A hunger untouched by time.
"When Darumaka spoke of another, I knew it had to be you," the King of Thieves seethes. "Only the Princess and your Hero are your equal as a nuisance."
When last Rauru saw this man, he was lithe and muscular, every inch of him a warrior. He's older, now, somehow; broader in the belly, wider across, more of him disguised by a warlord's robes than his youthful Gerudo armor.
"I know what your succession looks like, Sage," Ganondorf says, rolling out his cupped hand. Black lightning crackles between his fingertips. "The child is not complete."
They gather together into a bead of light that slowly expands. Ganondorf's eyes lock on Rauru's.
"The Sages die. Forever. Now."
"Yes. That is your plan, isn't it?" Rauru asks, and draws himself up to his full height--much shorter than Ganondorf, but broader. Light begins to gather in his palms. "We shall see."
Their clash is legendary. The Light of the Sage blasts apart corruption wherever it lands, at the same time that Ganondorf's dark lightning shatters the very ground upon which they stand. The whole realm in which they stand shakes with power. But Ganondorf gains the advantage; Rauru's light grows dimmer, as Ganondorf's power begins to overtake him. But when Ganondorf raises his gauntleted fist once more, Rauru smiles.
"Ah, one last time..." Rauru's eyes narrow. "Your power is incomplete, tyrant, but it has not faded besides that. Why not finish the job?" His form shimmers, as he begins to change, feathers sprouting from his skin and a beak forming from his nose.
Even the King of Evil is a little short of breath following such a duel, standing on a barely-intact hunk of crystal. He watches. He attempts to predict.
Rauru taunts him to strike. If he had the time to think, that might catch his mind; but he does not, as the Sage begins his transformation. That accursed owl, so swiftly evading him as it has for so long.
"Not this time!" Ganondorf roars, and rather than strike with magic, leaps forward, drawing his Gerudo-forged twin blades, death and Power in his eyes. "This ENDS, Sage of Light!"
Ganondorf's blades hack across Rauru before his transformation is complete. His robes fall, empty, and the owl he becomes is spectral, shimmering like a spirit rather than real and substantial. Its voice is the same.
"Aye, it ends," the voice says, from everywhere and nowhere as that owl begins to fade. "But only for me. I haven't been the Sage of Light for years, tyrant. I am already dead! You have wasted this opportunity, and the window has closed!"
"Goodbye, tyrant. We shall not meet again."
Rauru's owl form shines brilliantly for an instant and then fades into the Ley, just before the Chamber begins to collapse.