The End

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Hey y'all! I just wanted to say for the record that I DID NOT WRITE THIS! My good and loving friend Sifl-Senpai write it, however she's to lazy to actually make an FFnet account so i agreed with her to put it up under my name. Hope you guys enoy it.

Till next time!- Olly BaaBaa-Chan

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Disclaimer: don't own the legend of zelda

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Termina; terminal; to terminate. Truly, it was an unusual name for a country. A sea stretched itself out into the west, and the dead land of Ikana lay to the east. Why, then, would the land in the middle claim to be the end?

The boy looked up at the angry snarl of the moon. He remembered the carnival that was supposed to take place the day of its landing: the famous carnival of Termina: the carnival of the end.

One was to wear a mask on this occasion. Link, the boy, looked down at all the masks he had in his possession. They were all laid out around him. He found it odd that out of all the people who lived here and celebrated the carnival every year since their birth, none had a mask prepared while he, the traveler who had been here but three days, had many.

So many different types of masks had been given to him by so many different people. Although crafted to be special tools or just for amusement, Link felt that each mask embodied someone else's burden and grief.

A confession of guilt, parents' grief over their missing children. An older sister's responsibilities, letting go of a person one once loved, being ignored by everyone. Helplessness, inability to chose between honor and one's freedom, leaving life before fulfilling a dream. Knowing you are leading others to doom because there is no other way, seeing what others refuse to. A brother's regret, and so many other things that people wish to hide and be rid of were portrayed in the emotions and significance of each mask.

Whenever Link had received one, those it had belonged to would be much happier because they had finally let go of it. He wondered why people tried so hard to hide behind their masks when the reality was that they would only be happy when it was removed and their real, true face and feelings were bare for the world to see? Why did none of them understand that until now?

He looked back up at the ominous moon that caused tremors in the earth when it shook the sky. As that moon, which seemed to have consumed the horizon, stared back at him, Link smiled as he had a revelation. All the masks had been removed because the wearers had all realized the same thing:

Here at the end, masks don't matter anymore.

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Kinda gets you thinkin, doesn't it? R&R please!