Nobody has seen my true face for years. I have hidden behind a mask of isolation for centuries, never showing the real me to anybody, never letting them know what I truly am.
I have hidden my inner thoughts, all of them, the ones that excite me and the ones that scare me. I have wrapped my mind in layer upon layer of false emotions, of thoughts that are not mine. To anybody who looks upon me, those protective layers are a terrifying sight to behold.
I don't care. I just want to be away from them, just want to be alone. The loneliness is what fuels this. The feeling of insecurity that comes from never having spoken as an equal to another soul in so many years, that is why I am like this. That is why I have abandoned that life I lead before, that life of a child wandering through his own mind.
I use the loneliness that gnaws at my soul to my advantage. I transmute it, morph it into power. It keeps me alive, keeps me from truly losing all sense of existence.
I have wandered through time and space since I became like this. I have been called many things, most less than positive.
The Dark Heart. Moonchild. Puppet Master. These are some of the nicer things I have heard spoken about me. I smile when I hear a new name. Each name creates a new legend, a new set of stories about my acts of great destruction. Each new name makes me a little bit more of a god.
But I've always preferred the name I was given as a child, when I became old enough to wear the white clothes of adolescence. You may have heard it spoken before, in a quiet tone, fearful and perhaps a little awed.
One being. One truth. One mask.
Majora.