Deep inside Faron woods stands a gateway. A gateway to the weird and wonderful world of Termina. A world, which had been saved long ago by a young hero clad in green. The hero did not mean to arrive in Termina in the first place, but after seeing the terror that was being inflicted upon the land, and with no way out at the time, he willingly stood up to the terror that chilled the land.

After purifying and saving the guardians of the four regions, and after helping all those in Termina, the hero engaged the great evil in a final fight, the fate of Termina resting on his success. After a traumatic and fierce battle, the hero was victorious, and the threat to Termina reduced to nil. After this achievement, the hero crept away from the land, and found a way to return to his home country. The land of Termina in time forgot about the evil that once threatened to destroy them all, and lived in peace and harmony. Surely such a thing could never happen again…

A thin black smoke trickled out of the portal in Faron Woods, the one link between Hyrule and Termina. Even though it seemed like nothing, it kept creeping further and further out of the portal. The smoke started circling around and around itself, slowly pooling together. All the while, a pale figure stood in the distance, watching. Its mouth twisted into a slight smile, but it didn't move. The smoke stopped moving, forming an ominous dark cloud inches above the ground.

Slowly but surely, a shape started forming, a shape of true evil. An ancient mask gradually came into view, the cloud disappearing. The mask was similar to that of a face, but without a mouth or nose. All that mattered were its eyes, eyes with green pupils, which stared into your being. Spikes slowly started forming on the mask, eight on its underside, two on its top, as if they were horns. Majora's mask was back, and sought vengeance.

Majora's mask slowly turned around in a full turn, scouting out what lay near it. It didn't see the pale figure, which still kept its distance, but still gazed on with intent. The mask, satisfied that nothing was going to harm it, slowly moved forwards, away from the portal. The clearing that it entered was surrounded by trees, which the mask slowly weaved in and out of, always aware of its surroundings.

The pale figure followed behind, chuckling lightly. This didn't escape the attention of the mask, which whipped around, and fixated on the figure. It whispered to the figure, "Who are you?"

The figure laughed. "A demon, similar to yourself. You seek vengeance, against a certain hero, who stopped your reign of terror in Termina…"

"How do you know these things?" The mask spat angrily.

"I encountered this hero a long time ago, and he put an end to my physical form…" The figure seethed, its eyes glowing red. "To think of it, the magnificent Lord Ghirahim, reduced to a spectral form!"

The mask said nothing, eying Ghirahim's spectre. Ghirahim spoke again. "It has been centuries. I am afraid that neither of us can exert our rightful revenge on the whelp. However, even though we cannot directly harm him, we may harm his descendants…" A small leer appeared on Ghirahim's face."

"What makes you think that 'we' are going to team up?" the mask whispered, shaking. "The demon Majora does not need assistance…"

"That is where you are wrong…" Ghirahim sighed. "I thought the same, until I was eviscerated by the hero and his ally, the Fierce Deity."

The mask stopped moving, and even though it couldn't express it, seemed to pale. "The Fierce Deity? The destructor?"

"Alone, we are useless against such a being. Together, we stand a better chance." Ghirahim stated, placing his gloved hand on his hip. "I have been recovering in this sealed area of the forest for centuries, regaining my strength. It has returned, and all I lacked was a worthy ally to stand with me to gain revenge. We both desire revenge, no matter how we do it. So why not put our efforts together…"

The mask paused, then slowly floated over to Ghirahim. "It seems like we have a deal. Do you know where to find his descendants?"

Ghirahim smiled, and turned away slightly. "Not exactly. But it should be easy to find out. All that is needed, is a little 'investigation'. But I digress, I can't get any information like I am now…"

Ghirahim focused, closing his eyes. A black hue enveloped his torso, carving black diamonds into his skin. The hue worked up and down his left side, creating diamond markings under his eye, and down his leg. The hue turned white, and moved to his hair, dying his hair milky white. Ghirahim opened his eyes, now back in physical form. He smiled, snapping his fingers, summoning his demon blade. Bringing the blade close to him, he licked the edge of it, enjoying its familiar taste. He looked back up at Majora's mask, which stayed stationary. "You stay around here, regain strength. I am going to see if I can find any sign of our 'hero'…".

With that, Ghirahim circled his blade, snapping his fingers. With a flash of diamonds, he was gone.

A tan coloured mare approached the bridge leading to Ordon village. Its rider was clad in green, carrying the mythical Master Sword, with which he had slain the great evil King Ganondorf for good. He had returned from Arbiter's Grounds, where his companion had shattered the mirror of twilight, shattering any link between their worlds, and protecting each kingdom from any troubles from the opposite kingdom. Although pained, he understood Midna's decision, as it protected the people of the land he had freed.

Link sighed, bringing Epona down to a gentle trot. Princess Zelda had offered to have him knighted immediately, given all that he had done. Link had managed to put it off for a few days, arguing that he had need to return the Master Sword to the sacred grove, and reconvene with his friends and family in Ordon, who he had gone to great lengths to save. In particular, his best friend and crush, Ilia.

Epona neighed joyfully as they reached the end of the bridge, approaching the gates of Ordon, knowing that a good was and grooming was coming her way. Link chuckled, gently patting her flanks. 'Such a brave horse…' he thought, 'carrying myself and the Princess against Ganondorf…'

His train of thought was interrupted by an excited high pitched shout of excitement coming from ahead of him. He looked forwards, and broke into an enormous grin. Just the person he wanted to meet. Ilia stood there, blushing profusely, smiling widely as she witnessed her hero slowly approach on horseback. Epona stopped a few feet short of her. Unable to take his eyes of Ilia, Link dismounted, and slowly approached Ilia, who started approaching him as well.

"I see you made it back…" Link whispered gently, taking her hands in his. "The ride not too bad?"

Ilia sighed happily, gazing at him. "No, because I knew I would be seeing you again, after everything you have done… You are done aren't you?" she asked fearfully, in case that he would have to run off again.

Link laughed quietly, drawing Ilia into a caressing hug. She rested her head on his shoulder, when he whispered, "I have done everything thing I wished to do, and everything that was necessary."

With this, Ilia brightened up, realising he would stay. His next words caught her off guard though. "Except for one thing…" With this, he gently brought a hand to her cheek, and gently kissed her.

A/N: I'm back! As mentioned in the story description, this will be a pseudo-sequel to 'A hero's return' which I finished a while back. This time however, the story is going to be darker, as both Ghirahim and Majora are taking part. How exactly? That's for me to know and you to find out. I have put the rating up to an 'M', due to the coming darkness and quite sexual themes that might or might not happen between Ilia and Link, as I don't see them paired together that often. Sorry to disappoint any ZeLink fans, but that was last story. New story, new pairings.

Anyways, can't tell how regularly this will be updated, depends on work. If you are still reading this, thank you! Reviews are always appreciated.