Fierce Deity

Disclaimer: this came to me in a nightmare, making this a very… weird situation… anyways, just read it and maybe give a nice review. I don't own Legend of Zelda, nor do people want me to own it, since I'd be making it into one of the most kickass games ever… which would be a bad thing for all the lightsided people…

Birth of the Deity

He watched as the mask he held in his hands seemed to glow as a whip had torn it in two, the power of the mask dissipating into the air. He could feel rage come over him as he looked at the deformed creature that was Majora, none of the feelings that he usually felt, like pity coming to the front. He looked at the deranged mask, looking at the way that it seemed to attack, noticing a pattern within the attacks. Suddenly, the avatar of Majora let out a shriek, causing him to drop to the floor in agony as it felt like his ear drums were about to burst with the volume of the shriek. He looked at the Avatar of the mask and then could feel how his energy seemed to leave him at the last moment, the way that he seemed to be unused to the way that it drained from him.

Majora shrieked once more, the edges of the form apparently being frayed by some strange power, the shrieking increasing, the agony in his ears making him sink to the floor, still in pain. The screeching sound was too high for him as he could feel how his body seemed to be getting compressed by the power in the room. He smiled slightly, even though his body hurt like hell. If the pain was this intense for him, he didn't want to know how Majora was feeling. The beast had been shrieking in agony, he knew it, the way that it shrieked not being an attack, but more like the shrieking of a wounded beast, which meant that it was getting hurt by something. He had been intending to put on the mask, to take on a more powerful form, which the child bearing the mask of Majora had said that he would be one of the bad guys.

He raised his head to look at the demonic mask for the last time, seeing that it was floating in the air, looking lifeless, if not for the aura of dark and malevolent power that came wafting off it, a black and red aura hanging around it, coming from the edges and the spikes of the mask, looking like smoke. "Wear me."

A dark and ominous voice said, making him look at the mask as it hovered in the air, a dangerous glow beginning to emanate from it. "Wear me." Once again the voice spoke, making him look at the mask's eyes, which seemed to be alight with a nearly crimson flame.

"WEAR ME!" The voice seemed to have gained in intensity, the urgency within the voice coming to light as the mask seemingly seemed to be about to shatter, lines beginning to form over it. "WEAR ME!" His will was eroding, as he noticed as he got up, slowly walking towards the floating mask, looking at it carefully and touching it.

The first touch on the mask made him realise that the mask felt warm, like it was alive and the wood was its skin. The feeling of touching the skin was something that seemed to be unavoidable, as his hands traces the grooves, stopping at the place where the eye sockets should be, but weren't. his hands were guiding the mask to his face, something that he resisted. He had heard that the mask was supposed to cause an apocalyptic event, so he didn't want to wear it, or else everyone would die because the moon would crash into the town. The feeling of betrayal came up within him, as he noticed that Tatl apparently had found some place to hide. The feeling came over him, like a wave. He pushed the mask against his face, feeling an unholy power seep through him. He knew instantly that he would be unable to draw the Master Sword anymore, unless he underwent a purification ritual, which took a lot of time and effort, but he knew that the people might be willing to do him a favour. The mask clamped itself to his face, the feeling of having it clamping to his face being quite the uneasy feeling, but he would survive it, he knew that. The power that was flowing through his veins now was sweet and addicting, luring him with a sirens call, trying to get him to accept it and let the power take over.

He was unable to resist the lure of power, like any 10 year old who would be questing to save an entire world, never really coming close to power in his life, only having the courage symbol of the Triforce. There was a certain way that it seemed to have been going on, Link never really getting to experience how much power he had within him, always being kept humble by his upbringing, never really speaking all that much.

Majora was exulting in the way that this boy seemed to have been powerful enough to have unlocked the potential of the Fierce Deity Mask, a mask which held the body and soul of another deity, like Majora. It was a warrior God that Majora had fought with a long time before the land had been created, which he sealed within a mask. Ironically, he had been sealed within a mask too, by a mage wielding the magics of the light, which was enough to banish him into the shape of a mask. It sent more and more of its power into the boy., hoping that it would be able to take over soon. Suddenly it could feel a shove within the magical flow, feeling a rawer and more primal force enter Link's body, halting his progress and immediately detecting that the warrior god was attempting to do the same, the power being torn from the mask and immediately released within Link. The way that Link seemed to be coping with it was something that neither paid attention to.

Link was in agony as the pure mix of physical and magical strength was poured into him, him having a faint understanding that the mask was about to try and take a hold of his body, which could have a good chance of success, considering how he wasn't struggling too much, liking the rush of power that was given to him. All of a sudden, there was a small bit of pain in his left eye, then in his right eye and before he knew it, he was on his feet, the pain dancing over his pain receptors like a Poe with a little bit too much alcohol in its dead system.

Outwardly, his appearance changed as the powers ran rampant through his system. His eyeshad just turned blood red, seemingly giving off a glow in the strange room, the manner in which they glowed indicating that there was something off about him. His hair, once golden blonde in colour, turned black within seconds, looking like a shadow that had spread itself over his head. His tunic changed, making him look more threatening as the cloth changed into leather with plate, making him look like a dangerous warrior, who would be able to take on an army.

Majora groaned as the magics that it had unleashed 3were depleted, its consciousness fading immediately. The host had been too strong, the interference with the warrior god too great. It had spent its energy immediately within the boy, hoping to corrupt it, but the only thing that it had succeeded in was to give him access to his darker emotions. The spirit of the warrior god did continue with the pouring of power into Link, not really caring what Link did with it. It knew that there would be a new God of War and Sorcery needed, the God of Sorcery being Majora, who had recently left existence as it was and had been absorbed, and its own portfolio, war/slaughter/chaos. It did not care for anything else then to slaughter, maim, kill and burn, being a warmonger amongst all…

Link grabbed his pounding head as memories entered, memories of forbidden rituals, of how to create magic from life, how to make sure that the laws of physics bended to your will, how to conjure up ethereal creatures, how to make things move when you want them to, all information about how to manipulate magic, creating it and even creating things from magic. The knowledge was so great that he kept on pounding his head to the floor, trying to get the pain to overwhelm the data that was being fed to him. The feeling that there was something that was still pouring power into him made him feel even stronger, the desire to go and conquer something, kill something, just do something not so good for human life was being there constantly, making him think about killing people for fun.

Outwardly, Link changed again, his posture growing and growing until he easily stood 8 feet, a true giant amongst people. His long black hair was hanging loosely in front of his face, his head still in agony at the sword forms that suddenly went through his mind and the best way on how to counter them, including small exploits within each style, which could be mixed within a combo move. The way that the information seemed to come in didn't make him want to speak at all, the memories and the knowledge being enough for him to absorb at this moment.

Then, pure power exploded from his body, marking this time as the birth of a God, who would be the ultimate magical warrior, who would be able to fight as well with a sword as with magic.

Link looked at the ground for the first time ever since he had felt the transformation stop. He didn't feel different, nor did he feel any other presences within his mind, he looked around to see Tatl coming from one of the sides of the room, looking at him strangely, he could see. "What is wrong?" he asked, suddenly wondering why his voice was so deep and menacing all of a sudden. He watched how the fairy appeared to be shivering at his tone of voice. "Link, you've been changed…"

He himself didn't notice when he had changed, but Tatl had, making him look at her for a moment like she were mad. "What do you mean, I'm still myself." He muttered, looking at her for a moment, thinking about the way that there seemed to be a bit more height to him then before, before looking at his sword hand, seeing that the Gilded Sword was still within his grasp, but seemed to have become small enough for him to be unable to wield it correctly. If he guessed correctly, he had grown a bit ever since he had been forced to put on Majora's Mask. The powers within him surged one last time, his mind becoming slightly darker as he thought about what there would be needed now, which was his primary concern. He had stopped the Mask, since he felt it no longer, the palpable aura of evil that emanated from the Mask no longer hanging in the air, but instead all around him. He looked at the fairy, looking at the way that she seemed to shiver as she looked at him, making him look at his clothing, which had changed radically, the manner in which he was wearing the armour on his chest making him somewhat surprised. It seemed to offer some protection against any blows, but also seemed to ward him against magic, it being a combination of leather apparently coloured with blood with some sort of spell resistant plate.

He looked at his sword, feeling somewhat inadequate with the weapon. He looked around for anything bigger, knowing he had the black rose sword somewhere in his bag. He looked at Tatl, suddenly feeling something fall from his face, Majora's Mask falling to the floor, then shattering in three pieces, looking lifeless. He picked it up, noticing that the armour seemed to have disappeared. He could feel that he himself was at the correct height once again and then gathered the pieces, stepping into the strange portal that had appeared only seconds ago, Tatl following him into it.

When he handed the pieces of the broken mask to the happy mask salesman, the man just sighed and said that it had to be done to stop the mask from destroying everything, and that he wasn't mad at him.

He watched how Kafei and Anju married, feeling the strange urge to do something. He looked at the married couple, feeling that he had to do something, give them his blessing. After the vows had been made, he stepped forwards and began to mutter something, the words coming to him like in a dream.

"I give you my blessing, that you and your descendants might fight well in any war, in any magical combat. I, the God of War and Sorcery bless you with my support in every aspect." His voice had grown darker for a moment, his figure changing to the dark warrior, who he had become for a moment again, before his body changed back, nobody really noticing it. When the couple thanked him for the blessing, he just shrugged it off, blushing a bit at the attention that they had given him.

When he rode on Epona, he could feel something strange going through him, as he rode up to Hyrule Castle Town, looking at the drawbridge as it was lowered. The way that lead to his destination, the Castle was cluttered with Hylians, which he passed without them giving him a greeting, the royal summons in his backpack indicating his presence being wished at the castle.

He wouldn't be surprised if he was sent out on another meaningless quest… disliking the princess for making him work even though he knew that it would be nearly futile to go up against her, who was royalty.

Something nice for my fans, so I hope to get a few reviews… Anyone got a name for the Fierce Deity of War and Sorcery? If nobody offers a name, I'll just go with my own mind and name him something crazy…