The Legend of Zelda: Fierce Deity
Chapter One: "Prologue"
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Link walked through the unreal field once again. He had parted with all of his masks to put the eerie children at ease, and they were now all gone. All but one. He slowly approached the final child; its small body leaning against a tree, his arms and legs protecting his already hidden face. Even though there seemed to be no eye-holes in the mask, the small boy still lifted his head to meet Link's gaze as the green hero neared him.
Everything seemed like it was a dream. The air itself seemed to ripple around slightly, and he felt nothing from the environment. No breeze, no temperature, nothing. It was like he was nowhere, in a void. What was real though, was the monster in his presence. They seemed to just stare at each other, warriors preparing for a fatal battle. Finally, the masked boy broke the dead silence.
"All of the others... they have left.. haven't they?" He asked in a weak voice.
Link looked at Majora, confused at the being's tone. Why would something like it care about children playing? He was about to kill every child in Termina. But the deity seemed... upset that they were gone. "Upset" was the best word for it, because Link was certain that Majora could not feel that kind of emotion. He reached for his blade slowly.
"But we... Could play?" The mask asked with hope in it's voice.
Link's hand left the hilt of his sword and he froze. "Play?" That was a funny word for what was about to ensue. Link finally spoke,
"Okay, play what?" He questioned in his scratchy, underused voice.
The boy seemed overjoyed. He stood up and hopped in place. But then he stopped, and sighed.
"You have no more masks... Hide and seek wouldn't be fun... I know! Let's play good guys and bad guys! You're the bad guy," Link chuckled to himself at that statement. "and when you're the bad guy," Majora's tone got sinister, and Link's hair almost stood up. "you just run. Take this mask. It;ll make the game more interesting."
The kid handed Link a mask that resembled his own adult face. It had makeup on its face and the eyes were eerily back, even though you should be able to see straight through them. Looked at it then smiled.
What does this one do? He wondered, feeling the energy all but oozing from the mask.
"If I lose?" Link asked Majora, ready for battle.
"You die." The small boy laughed at our hero.
"And if I win?"
"You won't."
"Then let's get going." Link got out his sword and stood ready to fight.
"Okay then, here we go..." Majora blankly stated.
Link was suddenly in a purple room that changed colors to green and yellow and seemed to pulsate. The green boy noticed Majora's Mask hanging on the wall on the far side of the room. It seemed to become alive, and ripped itself from the wall. Link could hear a laugh, and the being approached the small hero. He readied himself, but felt a disturbing presence in his satchel that contained his gear. Well... what was left of his gear.
How could have he forgotten about the mask? Majora had given it to him moments ago! He could feel energy with disturbing vibes emanating from the mask. Just holding it made him cringe. There was no telling what it would do to him. It could be a trap. He put it away and readied his sword once again.
Majora's Mask lunged at Link, and he wasn't strong enough to block it. The spiked being clashed with his shield and he was sent flying. The young boy held his chest as he felt his heartbeat pounding throughout his body, mostly right at his forehead. His body soon began to take over and adrenaline began to course through his veins. The pain wasn't there anymore, and he could deal with any injuries after the moon crisis was taken care of.
He reached for the bow strapped to his hip and grabbed an arrow as well. The bow was almost fun-sized and was undoubtedly made to be handled by small Deku Scrubs, as he got it from their temple of worship. It suited his needs though, as he sent an arrow flying at his foe. The mask screamed in pain when it received the gift, and Link focused his energy on conjuring up a light arrow to deal more damage to the beast.
It worked, and the arrow was sent soaring at Majora. When it made contact, the mask exploded in light and beams flew out in all directions from the center of the being. Link thought it was over, but soon the mask began to pulsate, and it sprouted a leg! Link froze in shock and anticipation. Another leg, then an arm, and a second arm to boot. The mask was becoming humanoid. It danced for a moment, then began shooting balls of light at him.
Link was quick to switch to defense and blocked the projectiles with his trusty mirror shield. He then knocked an arrow and shot the mask once again. It fell to the ground and writhed in pain, shining bright. Link sprinted over and began slashing at it, the mask screaming like a dying animal with each slice. Soon, a wave of energy shot from Majora's Mask and Link was sent flying backwards.
He slammed into the wall of the arena and slid slowly to the ground, all but unconscious. Majora's Mask began to lose mobile control. It stumbled as it rose to its feet and tried not to fall over. Soon, it grew in stature, standing at about seventeen feet tall, and was incredibly muscular as well. It grew a head with a disturbing face, and it sprouted two whips for each hand. The whips were easily twenty feet long, and drooped to the floor. Link was getting blurry vision and knew this was it.
Dammit. I shouldn't have gotten so close...
Majora whipped in the direction of Link, and grabbed the boy. Link showed his true self then, a small child. He was forced to grow up too fast, and he pretended to be something that he assumed now he wasn't. Why not bring some guards? Someone? Anyone? Why did he think he could to it himself. He was helpless in the hands of his enemy and flailed in the air as Majora swung its whips to taunt him. It slammed the boy into the ground, and everything beyond three feet was now gone to Link. His vision was mostly black, he couldn't hear anything but a high pitched ring, and all he felt was broken ribs and shattered bones.
It wouldn't be long now. One more hit like that, or being stepped on, or just left to die there. So many different ways he could perish, but all hopes of victory had vanished. His satchel had fell off of him during the Mask's production and its contents lay scattered across the room. What was closest? The mask Majora had given him. He grabbed it with the last of his strength and examined it.
I have absolutely nothing left to lose... Bring it.
Link put the mask to his face right as Majora roared a battle cry. Its whip soared to meet Link's throat, but a bright blue light appeared, and it was burnt right off at the last five feet of the whip. The mask screamed in agony as the whip was part of its body, and it brought the injured appendage to its hands to examine the damage.
The light finally left and in its place was the most terrifying sight any being could see. It resembled Link... slightly. Where once a weak and dying child lied in defeat, a proud, ten feet tall god was in his place. Blue balls of energy surrounded the entire deity and a long seven foot sword with fancy curves and twists was in its hands. The eyes were ominously white and blue/red face paint was beautifully marked on his face. His tunic was now white, and he had grown very muscular.
The deity approached the damaged Mask and stood at an equal level with the creature. It smiled, and punched Majora's mask in the face, uppercut, very dirty. The being wailed and fell down. The Deity laughed and swung its sword. The metal slashed through the mask's artificial skin, and it screamed in horrifying intervals of silence and noise. Even through all of this, Link smiled. Majora was glowing the same color of blue as Link and appeared to be dying.
"What are you?" It asked, weeping.
"You gave me this mask Majora. Now die!" His god-like voice boomed so loud the citizens of clock town should have been able to hear it.
Majora threw its hands up to stop Link.
"Nobody's ever been able to use it before. It's been like a joke, give someone a powerful mask to rely on, then kill them and take it back. Nobody ever harnessed its power. What. Are. You?" It begged to know.
"Link. I am the defended of the weak, and the opposer of the wicked. Now die!" He shouted, plunging his blade through Majora's face, then he slid it through the rest of its body, effectively making two pieces.
Majora screamed one last time and everything went white.