Alright, so I've had this idea in my head for a while, but I didn't want to start a story without hopes of knowing the ending. However, it just seemed to write itself in my head, so I might as well put it on the proverbial paper. So, as usual, it's a new Legend of Zelda fic, and based on reception, I may or may not see it to the end. As long as there's at least one person wanting an ending, there will be one. For now, though, enjoy the first chapter of...
The Last Deity
Prologue: The Legend of the Masks
This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...
Many hundreds of years ago, in the distant land of Termina, a Fierce Deity ruled the land. Although unforgiving and cruel to those who did not respect his law, he was a fair and just ruler. The Goddesses blessed him with Wisdom beyond his years, Courage enough to stand up to any enemy, and Power to defeat those enemies who wished him harm. With these powers, he ruled for many years, winning wars and defending his land from invasion.
Then an evil power came.
The demon, Majora, believed to be born from the very depths of the Evil Realm itself, began to wreak havoc on his land with his army of monsters. It was chaos. Moblins roamed the streets freely, bokoblins stole from the humans at every opportunity, and plagues ravaged the population. Many cried out to the Fierce Diety to help them.
Their cries were heard. The Fierce Deity descended, and saw the carnage. He was filled with an unimaginable, insatiable rage. He singlehandedly decimated Majora's army and faced off against the demon. It was a battle of great and terrible power. The days wore on, neither side tiring nor giving in to the relentless assaults of their enemies. Finally, after three days, the powers of Majora faltered, and he was struck down with a powerful blow. Triumphant, the Fierce Deity turned toward his people, holding his legendary Helix Sword above his head.
This moment cost him dearly.
Majora was still alive, and despite his many wounds, was able to strike the Fierce Deity from behind, spearing straight through his ribs and piercing his heart. Shocked, the Deity could only watch as his very life flashed before his eyes. However, Majora made the same crucial mistake: He lowered his guard, mocking the Deity.
Nobody mocks any Deity, much less the most wrathful Deity of all.
While the demon was gloating, the Fierce Deity, in a last-ditch effort, gathered what remained of his superhuman energies and cast a spell upon the both of them, sealing each into a mask. These masks were known as Soul Masks, granting unimaginable power to their wearers. However, the power came at a price: Those wearing the Fierce Deity's mask would be overcome with a need for vengeance, and many would go mad with power. Those who wore Majora's Mask, however...
They went insane.
Once this poor person put on the mask, it became attached to their face; it became a nightmare once the evil power of Majora would course through them. Those who did not immediately go insane from the sheer power would then feel the malice hidden in the mask, for Majora truly was a demon, and malice ran deep in his blood. However, once the fool who put on the mask finally went insane from the nightmares, or the power, or the pure malice, Majora would then seize control of the body and simply cause chaos.
The trail left by Majora is long and bloody. Eventually, a man was able to take both masks and chose the right thing to do: he put neither on, instead opting to keep them in his traveling pack, carefully separating each mask.
That legend ends, and a new one begins, when this man meets a young child by the name of Link...