Hi!!! This story takes place from the game, Majora's Mask, which I do NOT own. I don't own Zelda, or the characters!

Chapter 1

In Plain Sight

Another morning. Another day living in secrets and hiding away from myself. I blinked groggily once then remembered that I was face-down in the pillow, which I've heard is dangerous.

I pushed myself out of the bed, yawning widely. I had a large shirt on that went to my long, thin shins. My red hair was straggly and messy from lying on it, and my sheets are ruffled as well.

The blanket on the bed was nice and cold under it. I was reluctant to leave, but I had to see Kafei. I saw that the stone fireplace wasn't lit anymore and knew that Anju had been in to clean.

The people at the Stock Pot Inn were very kind to me, seeing how I'd been boarding here for a couple of weeks now. I stood and went to the window, and looking out over the town below. I saw the giant bell on the roof below as well.

The sun was barely up, barely outlining Death Mountain. I picked my white dress with blue markings on it off the chair at the table. I took off my nightshirt and pulled the dress over my head, reaching into my rucksack for my brush. I brushed my hair until it was a long, shiny straight curtain of red hair.

I put it back, then I took my brown, hooded cloak and tied it around my neck on my shoulders. I took out my wallet stuffed with rubies. I opened the door, then I locked it behind me.

I walked down the stairs and said hello to the red-haired woman behind the counter with a tall slim build like me. She said good morning and then I paid her two rubies for today's lodging.

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I walked down the crowded street towards the Laundry Pool. I bumped into people and apologized frequently. I knew my flaming hair was a dead give away, but I refused to change it, plus it had been about ten years since Grasshopper—sorry, Link—had saved Clock Town and Termania.

I didn't think it likely he'd still be there. He probably returned back to Hyrule and his wonderful, downright beautiful princess! BLECH!!! He would always talk to me about her, like she was some sort of freaking angel! I guess compared to me—a dirty, mud-raised, tomboy from a farm across the field where not even the Juba Jellies go—she was.

I never can figure out why the mention of Zelda makes my skin crawl, my hair stand on end, and my temper rise. I thought about Grasshopper—sorry again, forcive habit: Link—a lot these days for some reason. I was seventeen now. I was an adult. Cremia was now about twenty eight or nine.

She had a family, you know. I had been so alone and I got tired of mooching off my sister. Originally dad had left me the ranch when I turned nineteen, but I told Cremia that she could have it because she'd been the one to take care of it for years while I was a kid, she had a family, and she deserved it.

Okay, so I'm technically not an adult yet, but I ran away because I knew something terrible was happening. Get this: About a week before I left, I saw a snake the color of blood slither through the grass.

Okay, I've seen some pretty big pests invade our ranch before, but that is NOT normal, no matter how you look at it.

I was meeting with the leader of the main Rebellion from the royal forces of Ikana. Ikana…where my mother was buried. I'd visit the graveyard while I was on the run, perhaps tonight after my meeting with Mikau. I needed the alliance of the Keaton Rebellion if I was going to get anywhere of keeping this land safe. Ikana's royal family was doing nothing to protect Termania so I was going to do something about it.

I'd be betraying my mother's homeland, but I needed to help MY land. If that's what it took, then so be it. I walked into the small, park-like area with a small pond in it. I rang the bell on the side of the old bridge.

"Kafei! I know you're in there!" I called accusingly. There was half of a log against the stone wall a little way from the end of the bridge. I smirked and sat myself down on it, taking a book from my rucksack. "S'all right," I said cheerily, opening the old pages of my mother's diary, "I'll just wait here!"

I heard a grunt of frustration from the door on the other side of the pond and the door opened to a young man about my age come out in a white and purple outfit with purple hair and eyes. He had a golden mask with black slits for eyes, pointed cat ears that were tasseled with black, and a black triangle nose. The Keaton mask.

"Malon, why are you here?" he asked. I stood and stowed the book back into my sack. "Kafei, I really need your help," I said pleadingly, reaching back into my cloak. I pulled out a package wrapped in brown paper with a string tie on it. "I've brought a fee,"

Kafei sighed, rolling his eyes. He nodded, beckoning me to follow him across the bridge. He took the package from my slim, creamy hands and then I followed him. This wasn't going to be easy to convince of him.

"Absolutely not! Out of the question!" We were in a small storage room above the Curious Shop. His room was in here with a bunch of crates, a small desk, and a tiny bed in the corner. I sat on it as he paced the small space he had to walk in.

He stopped and looked hostilely at me. "Are you absolutely mad, Malon?! What are you thinking!? We can't simply knock on the door and ask politely, "Hello, we're with the Keaton Rebellion, and we want to know if you would mind lending us a couple of Gondelias and a couple of spears guns and weapons,"!!!"

I stood up, determination written all over my face. "Kafei, we've got to try it! If the Female Pirates join us of the Keaton Rebellion, then we could win this!" I pried. Kafei gave me a look as though I was crazy.

"Mikau will never go for this!" he said, looking at the boards as he walked. "He'll agree," I said. "What makes you so sure? He doesn't take well to humans,"

"He doesn't have a soft spot for humans, but he does for Lulu." I said simply, crossing my arms triumphantly. Kafei looked at me. "You're so evil. Now I know why I put up with you,"

I walked through the streets and I pushed past people, making sure not to step on the kids running by my feet.

Kafei had told me to go to the Bomb Shop. I had to get a Powder Keg and it was going to be hard to do without being a Goron, and let alone without the proper bag to carry it with.

I'd have to persuade the Goron to let me buy one without a permit—I'd have to pay way more for it.

I didn't understand why Kafei needed a bomb so large, but I would bet my life that Mikau had something to do with it. He'd been the leader of the Keaton Rebellion since Grasshopper—forgive me: Link—had brought him back by giving up his Zora Mask. I had convinced him to do so.

But still, Mikau was not convinced that I was on his side. He hated me, actually, and he made sure it was known several times when I was around him.

That is why I'd have to get Lulu to ask him; there's no way he could say no to her. But even still, I had my work cut out for me.

This was going to be a very long day, but I'd get through it, just like every other day. Now…how to get a Goron—a giant rock creature with a pebble brain—to give me—a seventeen year old girl—the largest bomb ever made?

Hmmmm….*Smirk*

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