Throughout the ages, legend has spoken of it. Many whispers of its existence spanned through the many rivers of time. Majora's Mask, an artifact who's dark, demonic power would possess the wearer and spread misery and chaos to all those around them. According to the legend, a Hero of Time was able to defeat Majora, Supposedly sealing away its power forever. But this was not the end. Rather than have its power sealed away for all eternity, Majora went into a state of dormancy so deep, even the Mask Salesman thought its power was lost. All while the Salesman traveled, Majora lay in wait for the chance to make its power known to all. When the grinning Salesman left the gates of Konoha after helping outfit the Anbu Black Ops, he did not assume for a moment there was any imminent danger. He never saw the sudden ambush of rouge ninja coming when he entered the woods three days into his journey. He never saw the cursed mask fly out of his bag and land in the lush vines and thorns on the forrest floor. All he could think about was the feel of the cold steel kunai at his throat and the hot sweat on his brow. After falling unconscious for an immeasurable time, it seemed as though the rouges went as quickly as they came, leaving no trace of the enounter behind. All the Salesman desired now was to return safely to his shop and, after lifting the heavy sack over his shoulders, assumed that nothing was missing from his inventory. Little did he know that very soon, the Hidden Villages of Leaf, Mist, Sand and Sound would soon meet a very terrible fate.