Hey people. This is the first story I've every written on fan fiction, so
bear with me. Please review if you can. I don't mind if you think it's
horrible, I would just like to know how it is so I can improve upon it.
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Link looked at the four children and held the mask in his hand. The children waved good-bye and disappeared. All that was left to do was the final battle. Link looked at the tree where the a fifth and final child sat. As he walked, holding the mask in his hand, he wondered what power it might hold.
He reached the child, who seemed so innocent, although he was wearing Majora's mask. The child asked him if he wished to proceed to the final battle. He said the last words with a slight emphasis.
Link stood in a room. There was no exit to be seen. The walls were swirled with colors of purple, black, and blue. On the far wall hung Majora's mask. Link looked at the mask he held in his hand.
The mask looked like nothing more than a silver dome. But, after looking at it for a while, the mask changed to reveal a picture of himself. Horrified, Link dropped the mask.
The mask looked like Link in every way, except its eyes were a pure white. Looking down on it, he felt extreme hatred emanate from it. He was scared of it, the mask too evil to even look at. But something inside him said he should pick it up. No, Link thought to himself. I will not. Link took the mask and placed it in his tunic.
His tunic had a strange ability to hold more than it's own size. It held almost all of Link's belongings, including his transformation masks.
As he took a step forward, the mask of Majora detached from the wall and came to life; the battle had begun. Link drew his sword and shield and prepared himself for the battle.
The mask took its various forms and Link adapted himself to each one. All through the battle, the part Link always tried to suppress told him to put Fierce Deity on. But the other side of him ruled over. Time slowed, and Link's mind debated on what to do. Fierce Deity would allow him to defeat Majora with ease, but what about the consequences. Evil never did good unless it planned to profit from it.
Link raised his sword, the defeated Majora lay on the ground. With a plunge of his sword, Link defeated Majora and stopped the moons descent on Termina.
A black hole opened under his feet. He fell through the seemingly endless darkness. Finally, his job here was done. He closed his eyes and continued his unending fall. Soon he lost consciousness and felt nothing.
He was standing in front of Termina's tower. He looked up into the sky. The moon was far away, and yet Link thought he saw a smile on it. Link walked around a bit, but no one recognized him or knew what he was talking about when he mentioned the moon falling. Many people simply laughed and said he was crazy to even think such a thing.
Maybe that's the way it should be after all, Link thought to himself. I alone should carry the burden of making sure the world stays in order. He walked back to the tower and entered. There stood the man from the happy mask shop.
"I see you were able to stop doom in its tracks," he said to the boy. "But, how do you know," Link asked amazed. "That is not for you to know little one. You must find out for yourself. For now, all I would like is the mask." Link emptied his tunic of all his masks, but the man did not want the masks of transformation. As Link continued emptying, the mask of Majora came out and landed on the ground. Link stared in wonder. He had no memories of ever picking up the mask. The man simply smiled and took the mask and all the others as well. Link did not want them (excluding the transformation masks).
"And now," the man stated, "it is time I helped you in some small way." His mouth moved and said silent words. Before Link's eyes, a door opened into the wall of stone. With a gesture of his hand, the man bade him enter the door. Link approached and opened the door with caution.
He was in his small house on Lon Lon Ranch. Looking behind, he saw that the door had disappeared. He walked over to his bed and lay down. Finally, he thought, I may be allowed a little rest in my role as the Hero of Time.
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Link looked at the four children and held the mask in his hand. The children waved good-bye and disappeared. All that was left to do was the final battle. Link looked at the tree where the a fifth and final child sat. As he walked, holding the mask in his hand, he wondered what power it might hold.
He reached the child, who seemed so innocent, although he was wearing Majora's mask. The child asked him if he wished to proceed to the final battle. He said the last words with a slight emphasis.
Link stood in a room. There was no exit to be seen. The walls were swirled with colors of purple, black, and blue. On the far wall hung Majora's mask. Link looked at the mask he held in his hand.
The mask looked like nothing more than a silver dome. But, after looking at it for a while, the mask changed to reveal a picture of himself. Horrified, Link dropped the mask.
The mask looked like Link in every way, except its eyes were a pure white. Looking down on it, he felt extreme hatred emanate from it. He was scared of it, the mask too evil to even look at. But something inside him said he should pick it up. No, Link thought to himself. I will not. Link took the mask and placed it in his tunic.
His tunic had a strange ability to hold more than it's own size. It held almost all of Link's belongings, including his transformation masks.
As he took a step forward, the mask of Majora detached from the wall and came to life; the battle had begun. Link drew his sword and shield and prepared himself for the battle.
The mask took its various forms and Link adapted himself to each one. All through the battle, the part Link always tried to suppress told him to put Fierce Deity on. But the other side of him ruled over. Time slowed, and Link's mind debated on what to do. Fierce Deity would allow him to defeat Majora with ease, but what about the consequences. Evil never did good unless it planned to profit from it.
Link raised his sword, the defeated Majora lay on the ground. With a plunge of his sword, Link defeated Majora and stopped the moons descent on Termina.
A black hole opened under his feet. He fell through the seemingly endless darkness. Finally, his job here was done. He closed his eyes and continued his unending fall. Soon he lost consciousness and felt nothing.
He was standing in front of Termina's tower. He looked up into the sky. The moon was far away, and yet Link thought he saw a smile on it. Link walked around a bit, but no one recognized him or knew what he was talking about when he mentioned the moon falling. Many people simply laughed and said he was crazy to even think such a thing.
Maybe that's the way it should be after all, Link thought to himself. I alone should carry the burden of making sure the world stays in order. He walked back to the tower and entered. There stood the man from the happy mask shop.
"I see you were able to stop doom in its tracks," he said to the boy. "But, how do you know," Link asked amazed. "That is not for you to know little one. You must find out for yourself. For now, all I would like is the mask." Link emptied his tunic of all his masks, but the man did not want the masks of transformation. As Link continued emptying, the mask of Majora came out and landed on the ground. Link stared in wonder. He had no memories of ever picking up the mask. The man simply smiled and took the mask and all the others as well. Link did not want them (excluding the transformation masks).
"And now," the man stated, "it is time I helped you in some small way." His mouth moved and said silent words. Before Link's eyes, a door opened into the wall of stone. With a gesture of his hand, the man bade him enter the door. Link approached and opened the door with caution.
He was in his small house on Lon Lon Ranch. Looking behind, he saw that the door had disappeared. He walked over to his bed and lay down. Finally, he thought, I may be allowed a little rest in my role as the Hero of Time.