The Shadow of Anguish
CHAPTER 1
The dry smell of the green cloth made him scowl, and his worn boots smelled of corpses. He cringed as he threw his dull sword against the floor; it made a hideous noise. The noise that had once given him nightmares rang in his head. He dropped his large sack that he carried near the woodenhead of his bed. He threw himself on the dusty bed, the prickly points of feathers scratching at his side.
The taste of the biscuit gave him a slight grin, the crumbs of flavor showering down the cliff that was his body. He slowly picked up the bottle of pearly liquid and he quickly smirked as he put the container to his mouth. The rich, creamy milk felt as if it was as it rushed down the young man's throat. He let loose a refreshing gasp for air, and he was satisfied with his dinner.
As he stumbled to his bed, the large brown sack he had brought with him caught his eye. He looked at the bag, bloodstained and worn, and he shivered. His body shifted upward, it almost buckling itself, as a rotten feeling rushed up through his body. He stumbled around and found a small dirty bucket, and quickly rushed the old tin container to his mouth. He vomited for many minutes, and once he was finished, he cringed and shivered as he washed his mouth out. A faint taste of blood roamed at the base of his gums.
He shook as he stumbled towards his bed, the bag still sitting near his bed. He stared at the bag for a short while, and he climbed into bed slowly. He let loose his tension as his muscles eased, he fell into bed as he brought the moth-ridden blanket up towards his sore chest. His arms fell to his side and guilt rushed through him. He turned his head towards the wall, and a stream of tears rushed through out his cheeks.
"Why..?"
He cried himself to sleep, a whine erupting from his throat.
The bag slipped down, a large protruding spike exposed. Many spikes followed.. A fairly ornate and intricate design on the center point of the object erupted from the bag.. It was a mask that he had brought with him. Impossible.
It was..
Majora's Mask..
I do not own Zelda, Nintendo, Majora's Mask, etc.
CHAPTER 1
The dry smell of the green cloth made him scowl, and his worn boots smelled of corpses. He cringed as he threw his dull sword against the floor; it made a hideous noise. The noise that had once given him nightmares rang in his head. He dropped his large sack that he carried near the woodenhead of his bed. He threw himself on the dusty bed, the prickly points of feathers scratching at his side.
The taste of the biscuit gave him a slight grin, the crumbs of flavor showering down the cliff that was his body. He slowly picked up the bottle of pearly liquid and he quickly smirked as he put the container to his mouth. The rich, creamy milk felt as if it was as it rushed down the young man's throat. He let loose a refreshing gasp for air, and he was satisfied with his dinner.
As he stumbled to his bed, the large brown sack he had brought with him caught his eye. He looked at the bag, bloodstained and worn, and he shivered. His body shifted upward, it almost buckling itself, as a rotten feeling rushed up through his body. He stumbled around and found a small dirty bucket, and quickly rushed the old tin container to his mouth. He vomited for many minutes, and once he was finished, he cringed and shivered as he washed his mouth out. A faint taste of blood roamed at the base of his gums.
He shook as he stumbled towards his bed, the bag still sitting near his bed. He stared at the bag for a short while, and he climbed into bed slowly. He let loose his tension as his muscles eased, he fell into bed as he brought the moth-ridden blanket up towards his sore chest. His arms fell to his side and guilt rushed through him. He turned his head towards the wall, and a stream of tears rushed through out his cheeks.
"Why..?"
He cried himself to sleep, a whine erupting from his throat.
The bag slipped down, a large protruding spike exposed. Many spikes followed.. A fairly ornate and intricate design on the center point of the object erupted from the bag.. It was a mask that he had brought with him. Impossible.
It was..
Majora's Mask..
I do not own Zelda, Nintendo, Majora's Mask, etc.