Prologue:

Unexpected Meeting

"So it is done…"

The monstrous creature, Majora's wrath, was doubled over, his upper body kept spinning around as if all sense of direction were lost. The lethal hand-whips now laid limply at his sides as his body lifted higher into the air; his head drawn back, twitching with each movement it made.

After what seemed like hours, Wrath –its mouth open– let out a loud growl that echoed around the chamber as it decomposed and rotted in front of the warrior's eyes. A white light engulled them both, making the man raise his hand, covering his eyes.

The body disappeared, fading from existence, leaving the warrior alone in the white space. He uncovered his eyes, his gaze landing on a blue pillar of light that formed where Wrath had disappeared.

Sure of his mission's accomplishment, the young hero knew that it was time to allow the soul of his mask to go back to sleep.

He raised his hands to the back of his head, tugging at the mask's borders, digging his fingers inside and pulling at it as waves of energy surrounded him. The warrior's crimson markings shined brightly as he pulled the mask off.

The young warrior's form shrunk in size, leaving behind a 12 year old child wearing a green tunic, a green hat, leather boots and two belts, one on his hip and one across his chest from his left shoulder to his right hip. This young boy answered to the name of Link.

The boy examined his body to make sure he was back to normal again, but his eyes caught a crimson light coming from the mask in his hand. Cautiously, he lifted the Fierce Deity's mask and saw as the light from the markings on it seemed to fade as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps he was just tired. He hadn't been sleeping for quite a few days now, helping the townspeople with their problems… especially Anju and Kafei.

Link –although being a hero and all– was still a kid and as such he didn't understand very well about these "adult problems" as he called them. However, those two trusted him enough to share their story, and so he gave them his word that they would be together once again. He wouldn't let them down after all they'd been through: from the first letter to Anju to retrieving Kafei's mask from the thief, Sakon.

Despite all the perils, Kafei had arrived in time to see Anju and exchange masks as they promised each other… and tomorrow…

Link smiled at the thought, forgetting for a moment about his tiredness.

The fight was over…

The dawn of a new day was near…

He glanced at Fierce Deity's mask and shrugged. He would worry about that later…

He took off his hat and tucked the mask inside. Wearing it once more, he stepped into the pillar of blue light, letting himself be lifted by the energy as he closed his eyes, giving in to the soothing feeling welling inside him.

In his brief moment of tranquility, he went over the things he had done, hoping the towspeople of Termina actually decided to celebrate the carnival the day after, he was looking forward to watching the celebrations after hearing so much about them. Heck, he even helped the performers in his own way… they'd better put those moves to good use at the carnival! He was never going to dance again…

He smiled and chuckled inwardly; Yes, he was really looking forward to the new dawn.

He felt his body sinking lower, trying to reach the ground, however, he never felt the pull of gravity as he descended. Puzzled, he opened his eyes, only to be welcomed by an unfamiliar and (might he add) bizarre place.

First of all, the space he was in was… green… darker than his clothes and with some shades of blue. He didn't remember being in a place similar to this… so Link decided to look around and try to figure out where this was, his attention taken by all the weird stuff surrounding him.

There were gadgets all over the place… not as scientific as the professor's near Zora Cape… there were weirdly shaped gears, which he kind of recognized to be related to the insides of the Clocktower during his first visit.

Link shivered slightly. The Salesman.

That's right… the Salesman had wanted to retrieve the Majora's Mask after the 3 days… and… it had disappeared after the fight, along with Wrath's form.

Maybe he could explain what happened and… oh boy, was he in trouble…

His worrying stopped as he heard a new sound he hadn't noticed before.

Ticking

However it sounded different from the clocks he was used to in Termina.

He looked up, eyes widening as he saw a bunch of multi-sized clocks that seemed to work differently than Termina's clocks. Curious, he walked towards the nearest one, a square-shaped clock and placed a hand on the surface.

"This is DEFINITELY not the Clock Tower I know…" he said to himself "…at least the salesman isn't in here…" a nervous smile tugged at his lips.

Link tilted his head in thought. If he wasn't in Clock tower… then where—

"Perhaps you'd like an explanation first." An amused voice said behind Link, snapping him back into attention, turning around abruptly and throwing his hands to the sword and shield on his back, arming himself.

In front of him was some kind of… was it a person? Wearing a long purple cloak and holding some kind of staff in one hand. His skin was pale blue and his eyes were red, with some sort of scar across his left eye. His expression was that of amusement, a knowing smile never leaving his face.

"Who…" Link looked slightly down, noticing a tail of some sort coming out of the being's lower half instead of feet. The creature, now that he looked more closely, was actually floating in midair. "Or what are you…?"

The… being merely chuckled in response

"Introductions, very well…" The weird figure raised his staff, making Link tensed, looking for any sign of hostility, and bowed slightly in front of him. "My name is Clockwork and, within this universe, I'm the Master of time."