A.N. Part Two of the Shadow Mask Series, But Then They Woke Up!

Disclaimer: I own Moray but nothing else!

Chapter One: White Light

The moment the first notes of the Song of Time ran out in the cool night Moray looked down, the corners of her vision faded to almost black. There was a flicker of light before her eyes and the human Link was standing there his cap flicking in the wind. Another flash and suddenly his tunic was black, his eyes deep pools of blood red.

"Dark…?" the word slipped from her lips just as white spread from his feet out, devouring the area about them. And then he was in green again…and a deku… He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out as he fell away.

"Dark…" her eyes slowly closed as she felt herself falling and then nothing…"

"Moray?" a hand gently probed her shoulder. "Moray, wake up!" Opening her eyes Moray blinked to see clearly, discovering a deku face looking down. Groaning she rubbed her head with one hand, forcing herself up with the other. The moment she moved a piercing ache spread through her just making her gasp. Worriedly Link touched her hand before she could pull away.

"Are you okay?" he asked as she stared blankly down at her lap.

"Yah…" she turned her head to face him forcing a smile. "Did you get the ocarina?" Nodding happily Link held up the small blue instrument proudly cheering up somewhat.

"Good…" Carefully she struggled up, one hand resting on her chest in a vain hope to quell the pain.

"What did Skullkid hit you with?" he questioned while helping her into a sitting position. She let out a small wince of pain letting her hair hide her eyes.

"It's called White Light, it was something my Father used to…" she stopped talking realizing she had perhaps said too much.

"Your Father used to what…?" Link prompted troubled by the silence that had taken her.

"He used it to punish those he declared weak…" Moray whispered in a deathly quiet voice.

"So you…." It was dawning on Link. "And Dark?" The shadow nodded numbly.

"Yes, we both faced the White Light many times. It feels as if your very insides are on fire and feels unbearable. A few shadows were driven mad from the pain," she looked up at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "But many more followed when Ganondorf took control. He used without mercy…he killed so many when he got angry, Dark was lucky to be sent away." Whipping her face with the back of her hand she tried to stand allowing Link to support her until she got her balance. Once she was standing on her own she was able to observe their surroundings. They were in the bottom of the clock tower just by the door they had come through to enter the town.

"You should go see that mask salesman so you can turn back," she urged him not wanting him to see her in pain anymore.

"Moray, I…had no idea. I just-"

"It doesn't matter anymore Link," she told him. "So please…go!" Putting the ocarina away Link gave her one last glance before jogging out to find the salesman close by. He went up to him and was about to speak when the older raised a hand to silence him.

"Follow me," he motion walking a few steps into the shadows to an old dusty organ. Here he lowered himself down and flexed his fingers. "Your instrument?" Link gave a start and pulled out the ocarina….or what SHOULD have been his ocarina… It had become a strange deku horn but without much choice Link adjusted the position before placing his lips to the mouth piece. With a curt nod of approval the mask salesman turned back to the organ and placed his fingers on the keys playing a few sweet and simple notes turned sad by the low tone of the instrument he played upon. He played it through twice and on the third time Link joined in. The noise his horn made was high and load but he played the song through and was enfolded in a silver light.

Within the flower like cocoon the young hero's body convulsed pulling in on it's self making him curl into the fetal position. Then it reversed throwing his limbs- his human limbs- out and away from the deku mask floating in the air before him. Slowly he reached out gripping it in both hands, staring into the deep black pools that were the eyes.

Moray watched with a silent grimace as the bloom slowly peeled back it's petals and faded into nonexistence revealing the child Link in all his human glory holding a round wooden mask with three leaves sticking off the top. After thanking the salesman Link trotted back over to Moray with a large grin patting the sword belted to his back.

"Now I'm ready!" he insisted hurrying out into the morning of the first day. Slightly confused Moray floated after him a frown fixed on her face.

"Ready for what?" she asked fazing through the tower door to the point that she was halfway out.

"To face and defeat Skullkid and get Majora's Mask back!" he replied enthusiastically, pumping his fist in the air.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?!!?" Moray cried circling around in front off him, hands on her hips. "You are nowhere near ready to face someone as powerful as Majora." She shook a finger at him.

"Besides, the only way you're going to have time to fight him is if someone or ones hold off the moon but the only ones powerful to do that are the Four Giants…" Tired out from the explosion Moray's shoulders slumped and she leaned back slightly.

"So where are the Four Giants?" Link glanced around as if they were going to appear right then. She shrugged weakly then sighed half to herself.

"They were supposed to guard the four areas of this land, one in the swamp, one in the mountain, one at the ocean, and one at the canyon but something happened when Skullkid got the mask. They were tainted and monsters appeared in each area, I believe that we must free them to do any good in this place…" Link clenched his fists angrily but said nothing for a long time- he had not planned on this. Zelda needed him; he was just wasting time here!!

It was odd. Link had been so sure he could defeat Majora right away, no matter how strong he was and Moray had been so sure she'd never show him her pain… But then they woke up.

A.N. That's all for now folks!

R&R No flames please!

TheLastRose