Joy, school. And I think I'm coming down this something :c

Anyway. Been playing Majora's Mask again recently, I gave up at one point, but I finally got myself into gear and carried on. Just started the stone tower temple, but I'm going to take a break and attempt the Anju/Kafei sidequest.

This just came to me while I was waiting around for the final day to get the All-Night Mask *coughtorturedevicecough*. This was practically the argument I had with myself, and I found the reason why I keep playing. 300 words.


His knees hit the damp grass, mud squelching from the sudden impact, splattering dirty brown across his forest green tunic, his soggy boots slipping off in the process. He couldn't do it anymore. No more. He couldn't go on like this. Please just let it end.

…But he knew it wouldn't all just go away… heck, even if the apocalypse happened, he still wouldn't be allowed to even die, to escape. He'd tried. He'd tried everything.
But regardless of how far he ran, or which cliff he threw himself off, he always came to his senses beneath the wooden clock tower, at 6am on the "first day". Every time.
He'd stopped trying that a long time ago… actually, technically just yesterday… or was it tomorrow? The tomorrow before yesterday?
He didn't know anymore.

So he laid there, face down and barefoot in the mud, the rain cool against his skin, praying to the goddesses for reprise.

"Selfish reprise."
"Heroes are selfless."
"The selfless are the courageous."
"The courageous are the determined."
"Are you not a hero?"
"Go now, and do not falter."
"Our child."
"Go!"

Their words stung his hylian ears: they were so full of truth. He squeezed his eyes shut, the faces of all the people he'd met swirling around in his mind. He saw their panic, their fear… it was his own. His responsibility. He…he could help. He should.

…He would.
For them. For all of them.

He picked himself up, as a ray of sunlight bursts through the dark clouds above. He turned his face skyward, and smiled upward to the glaring moon. He knew now why he fought… and why he kept going.

The promise of the sun: to see the dawn of a new day: that was his truest reward for pushing ever onwards.

Review if you want, I like to know your responses to my writing~

It's not as well-rounded as it could be, but I basically just wrote this stuff straight from my head as it came. There are a couple of references from/to other Zelda games in there, but that's just the way I think about things. True fact- everything can be related to Zelda, from cinema tickets to deforestation. I seem to find a way.

Hope someone out there like it, anyway, despite the unnecessary amount of waffle in the author's notes, I'm not normally like this… mmm, waffles…