Link stood on the shores on the Great Bay, the water lapping up onto his boots. He looked around, inhaling deeply and letting the salty air rush through his lungs. The ocean was rocking gently, reflecting the silvery moon across its mysterious blue waters. Link looked across the shining bay and to a small building suspended by wooden stilts in the water. It looked so peaceful there, a small boat moored by a thick rope, the water gently sweeping around its barnacled wood. Something next to it caught his eye. A pale blue form, lolling limply in the waves. A flock of gulls were circling it hungrily. Without another thought, Link dove into the bay, the cold water rushing over his face and body. He opened his eyes and tried to look through the cloudy water to spot who or what the shape was. He could see nothing but the green water blasting into his eyes, urging them shut. He fought through the murky water, finally reaching the form and grabbing onto it. He gasped in surprise as his hands slid over its smooth skin. He realized the thing was a Zora, and that only made him fight further. Back through the water he swam, gripping it tightly. Finally the water receded enough for Link to come to his senses. He felt for a pulse, found a diminishing beat, and watched as it's eyes flickered open. The Zora stood up, obviously shaken, stumbled up onto the sand, but dropped to the ground before he went very far. Link rushed over and propped him up against a tree, trying to awaken him. Its eyes opened slightly, peering at Link through black pupils. A hoarse cough made it bend over, speeding its descent into unconsciousness. The Zora knew he was dying, and slowly Link made the same realization. Without a moment to spare, the creature pulled out a long fishbone guitar and began strumming it. The sound was enchanting; Link had never heard such music. Gently the Zora sang, weeping silver tears. The world seemed to darken as his blue body sank farther down into the sand. Link quickly retrieved his own instrument, and began to play. The Hero of Time knew the song well, for it had been used to sooth his own pain once. The notes seemed to swirl around the Zora like a cloud, calming him, healing his wounds.he slowly faded away, put to rest forever. In his place fell a wooden mask, ornately decorated to look like his solemn face. Link picked it up; examining it mournfully, wondering what life had been lost to Majora's wrath. He hesitated for a second, then, placed the wooden face against his own. Link was thrown into a world a pain, of blue, streaking pain. Burning pain, in his chest, his eyes. He felt the salty water splashing up on his chest and arms, gently killing him. He felt the seagulls pecking, stabbing ruthlessly with their hooked beaks. He knew what it was like to be doomed, to know that you are going to die and you cannot stop it. The mask exploded against his pink skin, plastering itself across his face, molding its shape to fit every curve and gap in his skull. A world of pain, sapphire knives stabbing at him, salty water burning his eyes. His limbs reshaped, long fins burst forth from his arms, blue ears extended from his head. Suddenly it was over. The moon was hovering just over the horizon, lighting the water. Link knew what he must do. He stretched his new limbs, feeling the muscles tense; the strong fins ready to cut through any water. He ran forward, his powerful new legs carrying him, and dove into the water. This was his new home, he said to himself. He had another role. He was the masquerader of lives, redeeming hopes, making dreams come true. He was an alien in this strange new world, yet to everyone else, he was a friend.