Before beginning, special thanks to SuperZeldaFanatic, NexarkXIII and LuvIsAThing for having help me build this fic from the RP 'There Will Be Soft Rains' by playing three of the characters who appears in this fic. You go girls \^o^/
It is the end of all hope
To lose the child, the faith
To end all the innocence
To be someone like me
MY TRIFORCE IS BLACK
They say that dark is evil and light is good. Yet... why are we afraid of dark? Not for the dark in itself of course. What are we fear is what, or even who, could lurk inside. Such fear is not possible when instead an area is ignited with light.
You cannot escape from light. You cannot run, you cannot hide. Everything can be seen. At this, the comfort of the shadows might look like a blessing.
This is what were the thought of a child who was attempting to relax in a wide and grassy field, purple eyes flickering left and right to find comfort and safeness from the light which spread through an immense grassfield, whose only possible reference was a tree as imposing, old and giant as the world itself and casted a shade where a timid child could peacefully nestle in, arms wrapped around weak knees, pale albino complexion, white messy hair, full body deep purple colored and dirty clothing which surpassed the frail ankles and sleeves covering thin and innocent hands. Afraid that the light could burn the sensitive pale skin and blind a pair of purple, big, round innocent eyes.
It's not like the place was scary, actually. Outside, where the light dominated as far as the eye could see, people could glimpse what wandering souls at first sight would have called heaven. There was a soft air of an harp playing in the background, an aqua marine-colored haired girl using. the instrument to enternain herself. She was wearing a blue tunic and some jewelry, although the greatest precious she was carrying was a smile whose warmth could have been made akin to a volcano, her fingers gentle and skillful in treating her instrument so that the string, each time they were teased could let out notes flowing together in an innocent and soft melody, accompanied by steps.
And not common steps, but masterful dancing steps which matched with an impressive portrayal the music. This whirl was done by a graceful and pretty, if not beautiful, dancer, with red fiery hair tied with a large golden jewel matching the golden bracelets at her writs, mischievous eyes, an exotic look and a full body skin tight yellow suit, elaborated sandals tied up to her uncovered knees and to top this all, two ribbons fleeting with her and matching every single of her movement. Beauty, passion, emotions: this was what could seen as the power coming from her dance, somehow perfectly balanced by the navy-colored hair's girl gentle and analytical skills and widsom in mastering her instrument. And in front of them, a third girl, with color of a hue more akin to an ancient millenary forest and a childishly pimped up and poufy dress, was completing her masterpiece tracing a thin and small pencil upon the vastly and pure white of a canvas, depicting the other two girls, her will and courage to go beyond art to transcend the realistic and portray her very emotions in her sketching.
All of them were surely having fun, the child hiding from the shadow could see it, having spied from the tree as much as it could be seen. The young one was really drawn by their fun, as the way to break the couching to end in a four legs walking potion could hint, and yet felt repelled by the light which gave no mercy and comfort in those innocent purple eyes.
And yet, only a question resonated in the fragile and timid mind.
How can they smile so much?
In what seemed to be a moment of magic, all three girls and ended their play and complimented themselves with cheerful praises, yet all of sudden a sound out of place, caused by the clumsy curious child's walking, made all of them turn in pleasant surprised as they recognized the figure hiding and smiled at it. The youngling, surprised went with the back against the tree, wishing to know one more place to further nullify the presence... and yet, everything was useless as the girl stepped in the shadow and waved at their timid sibling.
"Majora, why don't you come down here and join us? We'll all have so much fun!", the blue haired girl beamed to encourage the timid figure whose purple eye were twitching by being called by names. A traitor finger betrayed its intention by pointing at its clueless owner who made some stuttered sound which only in the end elaborated themselves as a word.
"M-m-me?", were the words coming Majora as the redhead dancer nodded in response and quickly patted the young sibling quickly inserting her opinion by stating.
"That is a wonderful idea. It would be so much fun if you would join us", she agreed with her sister.
The third sister finished their proposal by adding with her high, lifting voice: "It would be nice, Majora!"
Majora, at hearing the three sisters surround the safe zone, could not help but attempt to turn down such an offer of proposal by merely stating what were the greatest fears.
""But ... - was the question which came as two fingers peeking out of Majora's clothes - But I can't dance as good as you, I can't play music as good as you, I can't draw as good as you. What if I spoil your fun? "
At such idea, the three girls laughed loudly in an attempt to make their sibling loosen up, unfortunately unsuccessful, as could be seen by the increasingly faster twitching eye.
"You would not spoil our fun, quite the opposite really - the dancer said happily as she twirled a flower in her fingers - Would you care to join in our activities?"
"It is not being able to do these things well, Majora; it is having the Courage to try them," the artist said reassuringly
"Come, Majora. It wouldn't be fun if you weren't there with us. We're a family; we should be together.", the musician added grabbing Majora's arm and, helped by her sisters, attempting to drag the younger sibling away from the shadows.
Majora was not answering, body out of control to listen to its owned, uncontrollable trembling and twitching rushing through endless channels nerves, eyes swelling up to the verge of tear in fear to face the light. How could Majora face something... anything? The three siblings were arts... Majora was clumsiness. The three sisters were bundles of joy... Majora was a pile of gloominess. The three sisters were something... Majora was nothing.
A sudden bolt of weakness stroke Majora's body as the young fell on the knees just at the border of the comfortable housing shadow.
At this, the younger kid tried to quickly improvise, and somehow, a reasonable response came out.
"I can watch better than any of you. I can see things you fail to notice", was the proposal.
Majora's sisters looked at him as the dancer simply stated: " But it doesn't feel right, you being up here all alone while we're down there having fun"
"I have fun when you do", the youngling sincerely stated with a smile. The sisters looked at Majora, but in the end they decided to trust their sibling and returned to have fun.
Finally alone again, if not when some stares of those girl's stares lingered again on the lone figure to reassure themselves, Majora looked up in the sky at the source of that magical and eternal light. Just a few feet above him there was a giant objected shaped like a giant triangle, composed of four of those magical figures... and yet they had more symbolism a wandering soul could think. Each of those smaller triangles, called Triforce due to their shape, represented each of the four siblings and one of their characteristic. Although Majora's was weird. First of all, it was pointing downward, exactly in the opposite way of the three artists, and while those three pieces were bright golden...
Majora's Triforce was pitch black.
Majora was different from them too different, and yet... craved to be like them, craved to be happy... craved to be something.
Din ...
... Farore ...
... Nayru ...
... why do you make your sibling suffer?
Author Notes: hi everybody, here Xantospoc with his new fanfic. Here I tried to again focus on canons, depicting one of the mysterious villains of the Legend of Zelda-verse. After all, everyone ponders: just who is Majora? Is Majora Male/Female? What are his/her motivation?
There is no doubt Majora is by far the most depraved and bizarre villain in the whole series, easily trumping even the likes of Zant and Ghirahim by sheer evil and insanity... but in the few scenes Majora appears, it's difficult to draw a full personality. Sure, Majora does possess an HIGH sadistic steak, yet later he appears as a lone child sitting down a tree begging to play with others and playing also quite fair at first (he gives you the Fierce Deity in case you finish every quest and, if you don't, he even suggests you not to play with him), then during the figths turns from a cold and emotionless (almost calculating) monster who uses pawn to achieve his ends (Majora's Mask), a weird childish and comical creature (Majora's Incarnation) to a psychotic raving insane demon (Majora's Wrath... and how).
In this story I will try to develop Majora, dwelving in his (or her) origins, his ties with the goddesses and all what some fics here try to answer to, although giving some twists (the second chapter might be an example of this) and overall trying to add more depht to Majora's character, yet not diminishing the evil or the menace it was in the only game he appeared (shame D:).
In my vision though, yes, you can see already I twisted a bit the canon. The scenes are shown in the Sacred Realm, which is represented like the Moon from the inspiration I had when I saw the Moon from Majora's Mask and the Sacred Realm in Twilight Princess. Also, I portrayed Majora as the fourth Godess, also because I am among the many who thinks of Majora as Hyrule's Ultimate Evil (Demise be damned) and equivalent of Satan, with most of the twisted symbolism which appears in Majora's Mask, sometimes verging on what is the closest to Blasphey in the Zelda Verse (Stone Towers, that weird symbol which appears when Skullkid turns Link into a Deku Scrub...). But, due to my belief nobody is born evil, Majora will need time to grow to the monster we know and love. This fic is made to portray Majora's fall of Grace into insanity and with it, some other backstory we don't know. Also, it will show a version of the manga chapter which depicts the origins of Majora's Mask under...a new light :)
And, of course, because of these events, the story is set before Skyward Sword ^^
Wew, that was a long auhor rant... This said ... READ AND REVIEW AND SEE YA WITH THE SECOND CHAPTER
