Just another Mask
I've seen things, held great forces in the palm of my hand. I felt the energy of the Triforce of Courage surge through me, bolstering me at my weakest. It allowed me to stand against the great king of evil, bear the savage fury of the Triforce of Power. I wielded the sacred arrows, drew the Master Sword. Well, I remember doing it. Time travel…it's debatable as to whether I really did all those things. The memory, however, is enough in this case, for comparison. Of all the things I've done, felt, or witnessed, nothing comes close to the power that thing held. The giants couldn't stop the moon- not fully; Majora was too strong for all four of them but not for him. The bad guy. How Majora had come into possession of such a thing is beyond me. He wasn't lying, either. The bad guy has to wear The Demon's Mask. I don't know for sure what it was…maybe a demon. It was definitely malevolent, and possibly even worse than Majora itself. When I put on that dreadful mask, I felt the darkness in my heart swell up. Before, I always transformed with the personal memories of the spirit inside. In the Fierce Deity's mask, there was nothing but emptiness. Muscle memories, yes- the proper way to wield his sword, as well as how to move, given his height. Even memories of old wounds were passed onto me…but not how he got them; Just that terrifying, silent fury. In the past, I always fought to defeat my enemies. When they could fight no more, I stopped. He wanted to me to destroy Majora. I very nearly did. I almost lost myself. Not only was his power so overwhelming, but his force of will was, too. He delighted in the carnage. The more I swung, and the harder I hit, the greater his power- and mine through it- seemed to become. A person could become addicted to that power. A Hero could become addicted to it…
I kept it, you know. I left all the other masks behind. I left the Deku mask to the butler, in memory of his son. The Goron mask was passed down by their tribe, as a testament to Darmani's courage and strength. The Zora mask is with Lulu, because she loved Mikau, even if she could never find her voice to tell him. Who could I give this mask to? I couldn't trust it to the "happy" mask salesman. At least, that's what I tell myself. I hope I could give it up if someone asked me to.
…I hope no-one ever asks me to…
I nearly put it on today, just to feel that power burning away under the surface. Conquer. Devour.
I hear him, sometimes, in my mind. Destroy everything that hurts. I will free you from your weakness. I'm afraid. It's not easy for the Hero of Time to admit, but it's true.
He asked me a question, and it terrifies me. I ask myself the same question, and it keeps me awake at night.
How long until I'm just another mask?
