I don't own Legend of Zelda.
Link's sky blue eyes scanned the horizon. The sun was just setting and everything was bathed in a blood red lightand shadows seemed to grow longer. Link shuddered. Blood and Shadows. Both haunted him, even now, after four years since his Terimina adventure and god knows how many years since he saved Hyrule. But he was forgotten. Link didn't mind really. He spent most of his years living in a cabin in Hyrule Field. Talon had offered him a job and he accepted, to Malon's happiness. He knew she was interested in him, but neither one of them made a move. Link doubted that Zelda even knew his name, so he never even thought to see her again. But as always his thoughts shot back to that battle, the battle that forever shaped Links life...
Link stood there, young, but couageous. The evil mask, Majora laughed at the little boy in front of him, weak and bleeding."You fool!!" Majora laughed. "You have nothing that can defeat me!! Your puny arsenal is nothing compared to my all encompassing powers!"
"Oh yeah? Well TAKE THIS!" Link yelled and with a quick grab, he yanked it out. The Fierce Deity's mask. It's maleviolent gaze staring at Majora as Link held it foward.
"Wh-What! How could you obtain such power!! Not even I...It doesn't matter! I still have more power than...you'll...Oh god no..."
Link had put on the Deity's mask. He began to transform, his body growing taller, armor forming upon his body, muscules bulging. His little Kokri blade morphed also, turning into the killer Helix blade. His face became the maleviolent glare that the mask embodied. But his body wasn't the only thing that was transformed. Link felt himself turn, his mind going into a diffrent mode, like a trance. He became a devestating, chaotic primal force of nature, the dark side of the Goddesses and his own twisted dark thoughts. He was the physical embodiement of force, strength, an angel of death...
He could still remember the deadly skill and speed he attacked Majora with, fueled by an unknown, deep seated rage at the back of Links mind and enhanced by the same senseless, destructive, primal force that the Deity encompassed.
The battle lasted all of one minute after that.
Link could still feel it. He could still sense it. He carried it with him, both the mask, and what was like a reminder of the dark power, the Helix blade. But Link knew... It wasn't evil.
"Link?" replied a soft voice from behind him. Link wheeled around and saw beautiful Malon standing there, looking at him concerned. "You were just standing there and you kept muttering, 'Fierce Deity's mask' so I got a little worried...are you ok?"
"Oh? Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. Thanks for asking though."
Malon immedeatly brightned up at once. "Good. Me and Dad wanted to see if you would like to eat dinner with us."
"I, I couldn't. I don't want to impose on you guys."
"Oh nonsense! I like it when you eat over. I can spend more time with you and..."
Link smiled back at Malon. "Eh, sure, what the hey. I could use some good home cooking..."
With that, Malon laughed and walked inside. Link began to walk inside, but the last words that the mask eched into his head came up again and he remembered it's final request...
"Find yourself...