This is my first work, so please be kind. I don't own any character from the Zelda games, Nintendo does. Please review
Entrapped in Time
By Scott
Somewhere a princess is being held by a giant warrior.
Somewhere a mechanic bull keeps an entire mountain range covered in snow.
Somewhere eggs are kept in increasingly warmer waters, the unhatched young dieing inside their protective shells.
Somewhere a young girl's father is cursed to become an undead monster.
And the one person who can do anything to stop it all gave up long ago.
I hover over him, watching him look through his Bomber's notebook over and over again. He sits next to the clock tower every day, reading and rereading the book. He doesn't eat; he doesn't sleep. He just reads until the moon's fires consume him again.
He wasn't always like this. Once, he quested across all of Termina, beating back all kinds of monsters and spirits, freeing mighty spirits from cursed masks. He'd spend three days in each section of Termina, doing his best to free them from the enchanted monsters. And as always, everyone would forget everything he accomplished.
"Romani… She's fine now…. I helped her," he says, looking at the picture of the young farm girl. He once helped her protect her home from "ghosts." Yesterday the attacked again, stealing the cows and her mind. Her sister will be attacked tonight by a rival farm.
He helped them all once. He touched everyone in Termina in some way or another. At the time they admired him and rewarded him in some form or another. No one can even remember his name now.
All his adventuring eventually paid off. He summoned the Giants to stop the moon, even traveled into it to stop the Mask. I can still see him empowered by the Fierce Deity's Mask, fighting with powers that even Majora's Mask couldn't counter. Until a tentacle knocked his feet out from under him. The spirit was on him before he could stand, peeling off armor and striking the flesh underneath. I could do nothing but watch until the scene faded to white.
We awoke on the first day, and tried again. And again. And again, each time he faced a death more horrible than the last. Soon, he just stopped trying. Now all he does is flip through the notebook, looking at all the thing she did that only he and I remember.
Tomorrow the moon will fall, and we'll step through those doors on the first day.
Again and again.
Forever.