READ THIS BEFORE GOING ON:
This chapter in "Just a Game" contains language not appropriate for children below the age vicinity of preteen.
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This will be my first story on , and I'm glad to be writing it. I've always had a great passion for writing Zelda stories, especially Majora's Mask. Please don't be too critical on this story, but I would like some serious thought into the reviews if you give me one.
This is set about a few years after the events of Majora's Mask. It will be very confusing when you read this, then the story, but please be assured that this plot will open up into something that will be easier to understand.
And, on a last note, this will be, as usual for most fanfiction stories, the shortest chapter that I will be posting.
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A vast field stretched out across the countryside, its grass blazing with a horrifying fire. The flames stained the sky, shifting the beautiful blue to the radiant red. The smoke choked the roots of plants, withering them until not even a stem was left. This field, this once glamorous field, was dying. But not from the fire.
The distorted peaks of crags lay to the north, smoke pulsing from somewhere out there. A river now ran from the summits, fed by the snow that had been there only seconds ago. The mountains offered much protection from the outside, but not from the trouble that originates inside.
The ocean to the west had now become a sea of fire. The water was now running with a red tide of both blood and flame. Although not all of the sea had been burned, it had failed in its main objective.
The swamp to the south was nothing more than long miles of dust, ash, and embers. The water that had run throughout the marshes had been dried up due to the intense heat, and the giant volcano-style hill appeared to have blown up from the inside. Whatever lived here lived no more. But this place, in fact, was hurt more by itself than anything else.
The canyons and savannah to the east changed little. The red rock covering most of the area was normal, the futile fields and farms only became more of what they already were. But the village that had been built there was gone, as well as the major tower of stone nearby. Even this place was damaged as much as the others, even if it wasn't by appearance.
The shattered remains and carnage that the moon had created during its impact had been scattered across the land, although many were in the ruined town it had crashed into. Its hideous visage had been sent to oblivion along with its essence.
A boy lay on the streets, coughing up blood and ash. One of his legs had been dismembered, but was nowhere to be seen. The straw hat that had previously been on his head was gone, as well as the mask.
The mask? Oh yes. The wonderful mask . The mask that had tempted him. The mask that had destroyed him. The mask that had burned Termina to the ground. That mask.
"Happy now?" a voice asked the boy.
He looked up to see his mask hovering slightly above the ground, the eyes staring at him with a playful look.
"You son of a bitch." The boy replied, lunging for the mask with both of his hands, but was stopped by the extreme pain in his leg.
"Now don't be so mad." The mask said, floating a little closer. "Wasn't that fun?"
"You tricked me and used me."
"Now now, I didn't do anything to you. You were in complete control when we were together."
"But you did something to me! You made me do this!"
"I know, isn't it beautiful?"
"Hundreds of people dead is not beautiful! This is not what I wanted! You said you would give me ultimate power!"
"And I did. You pulled the moon out of its orbit. Can a mortal do that?"
"I wanted to use it for something else! I just wanted my friends back!"
"Well kid, your friends are dead. I wouldn't want much with them anymore."
The boy's eyes grew with pure hatred. He attempted again to grab the mask, wanting to pull it to the ground, smashing the eyes and ripping it apart like the explosion had done to his limb. But his mutilated leg stump crossed his path again, averting him from reaching out past his thighs.
"You killed them!" he screamed. "You killed them!"
"Hold on, let's just calm down and talk about this." The mask said, with humor in its voice. "I killed them? Last time I checked, it was you who brought that moon down on this town. All I did was watch."
"And you didn't tell me how absurd were my actions were?"
"Not at all. I actually found it quite funny."
"You're a lunatic! You find pleasure in death!"
"I would have found more pleasure if I would have killed that Link kid."
"So you did control me!"
The mask suddenly looked confused. But the boy could tell it was a false.
"You admit it!" he said. "Say it you gutless wood chip!"
Suddenly, the mask grew dark.
"Ya know, you're really starting to get on my nerves." The mask told him, his tone getting a little threatening.
"You don't have any nerves! You're a mask! A Couple's Mask!"
"I don't appreciate it when you insult me."
"Shut up you cuccoo heart!"
That did it. With those last words, the mask forced itself onto the boy's face, halting the incoming insult. But it could hear one last remark coming from his muffled mouth.
"You never had the courage to kill Link you rainbow piece of shit!"
"Silence you pestering child!" the mask ordered, its voice becoming a terrifying shrill pitch. "I'll kill you if you say another insolent quote!"
"Then do it! I have nothing to live for! Kill me! Kill me now! I dare you!"
It wanted to. It really wanted to. This kid was pissing it off. But it couldn't. If it did, he would get what he wanted. Peace. A quiet place in the afterlife with his friends. His dead friends.
"No." the mask said. "No. I think I'll let you live."
As the mask released its grip on the boy and began to depart, he began throwing out his aggravating comments.
"Come back here!" he yelled. "Don't you back out on me! You coward! Come and kill me!"
The mask turned back to face the boy.
"No." it said, its voice once again a playful manner. "You still have much to live for, my friend."
"Argh! Come back!"
Suddenly, the voice sounded pleadingly.
"Please, come back."
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As the mask revised what had happened over the past two years in its mind, its thoughts kept bringing it back to that boy, Skull Kid, the one it had tricked and fooled into bringing the moon down onto Termina. But the mask tried to push that away, and decided to focus on what to do next.
Suddenly, frustration surged inside.
What? Frustration? How could it feel that? It had just finished its greatest endeavor! An endeavor that took three long years! Termina was gone forever! But, something was missing. A puzzle piece that was yet to be put in. But what was it? What was it?
Oh yes. Him. That damn boy from the forest. The one it chose to hoodwink instead of kill.
"Link… you fool." It thought aloud. "You thought you killed me. Your simulation of undertakings played a major part in my campaign. Now you're home, sleeping peacefully in that Hyrule of yours, unaware that you failed your quest."
"Time to pay you a little visit."
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Well, hmm? What did you guys think? I know, I left you with one confusing plot, but like I said, this will start to come together after a while.
For those of you who have played Majora's Mask, you're probably rereading this over and over again to completely understand. But what you've read is what you've read. There's no trick.
Please review, if you have the time. I enjoy seeing other's opinions of my work.
Oh, and one more detail. The insult Skull Kid gave to Majora, (obviously, that was him. There's no trick in that, either.) "cuccoo heart", is an alternate version of "chicken heart", which means a coward. I just decided to give it a Zelda twist.