Well, here we are again. And here I thought I would get back to Fast Lane... But whatevs. For now, just enjoy this thingy right here, it's a nice little change of pace. It's not quite as long as the previous chapter, but it was necessary to the plot and I didn't really want to continue once this was written. And so, now I present to you:

The Last Deity

Chapter 2: Of Deities and Demons... And Birthdays.

Link, after leaving the Mask Salesman, realized that he had absolutely no idea where to go. He sighed. Why, why, WHY did he always leave without asking where he needed to go first? Then again, he thought, How is he supposed to know where I need to go?

Then he heard a scream, a woman's scream, coming from the north.

Link sighed. "Well, that solves that problem." He started running toward the sound, but stopped when he reached a thick white fog. Shapeless and odorless, Link was hesitant to enter into it. However, there is a time for thinking, and this certainly wasn't it- especially since he heard the scream again, closer this time. He dashed into the fog, not hesitating any longer.

In hindsight, it probably wasn't best for him to do so, because he simply could not see in front of him. at some point, after blindly running deeper into the fog, he tripped over a root, or a rock, or something, and passed out.

-DREAMSCAPE...FOOLS-

Link woke up in a foggy realm, not unlike the area he recently passed out in. However, there were a few key differences. For instance, he could see a castle looming in the distance, with the crest of the Hylian royal family atop the tallest spire- a pair of wings, spread to fly, with the Triforce- the three sacred triangles- floating atop the wings. In addition, there was a man standing directly in front of him. His face was identical to the mask Link recently received...

"Are you..." Link stood up, reorienting himself. Even standing, he only came up to the man's waist. "Are you the Fierce Deity I was told about?"

"..." The man stood, silent, for a while, before answering. "I am. I am the legendary Fierce Deity that has stained the history records with the blood of vile monsters, before I fell, sacrificing me very substance to seal an evil demon. Why have you awoken me from my slumber? You are but a boy, and I will not fight you. Many men have tried, and many men have failed. I was once a hero... But now, I have faded into the legends your people have fabricated." The Deity picked Link up by the shoulder. To Link, it was slightly painful, and he squirmed. The Deity smirked. "Am I paining you? You are weak yet. I will change that, for I will not have a weak host. If Majora returns..." The smirk faded, replaced by a deep scowl. "He would utterly destroy you. I will train you for the day you meet him in battle, for you WILL meet him in battle. It is not a question. Unfortunately, my seal upon these masks is weakening. Majora, once he finds a suitable host, will take complete control of the body in question. Then he will wreak total havoc, as is his nature." He sneered as he said this. "When this time comes, you must be ready. As the wielder of my mask, you have two choices. You can allow me to possess your body in times of great struggle. This would be more useful but also more painful in the beginning. To do this, I would seal myself inside your body, likely near the heart, because this would allow me to quickly distribute energy. However, to do this, you may well go into a temporary coma."

Link was apprehensive, and with good reason: This 'man' had just asked him to go into a temporary coma! "What may the other option be? And how long is 'temporary'?" he asked.

The Deity exposed his teeth in a rueful grin. "The second option would be for me to stay inside the mask until the seal breaks on Majora's mask, at which time I will also be released, and we will do battle again. This will not happen for another seven years; interestingly enough, the date is the same as your birth date. I can prepare you better if I am sealed into your body, where I can train you even when you are sleeping. However, if you wish for more privacy, in exchange for security, I will not seal myself inside of you. However, a word of caution..." The Deity's grin faded, replaced by an incredibly serious look. "It is more troublesome to put on a mask than it would be to simply tap into my stores of power."

Link scowled, "You still haven't answered my other question. Even if I were to accept this... Sealing, how long would I be out for?"

The Diety shot Link a strange look. "I do not understand why it is you care so much... But the truth is, the maximum time you would be comatose would be roughly three days. During this time, while your body is becoming acclimated to my power, I will teach you various things, not including new sword techniques."

Link nodded, finally in full understanding of the burden given to him. He was the inheritor of the powers of the Deity. He would not fail, would not falter, in his mission to destroy Majora. "Alright then, Deity. I'd like to get this over with." He squeezed his eyes shut, almost wanting the pain to come, just to get it over with.

The Fierce Diety chuckled, and tapped Link on the forehead. "No, boy, first you must find a place to sleep, preferably not the wide expanse of Hyrule Field you are currently passed out upon." Link's cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment; he had forgotten about that. "You will find solace in the castle on the horizon... go there now, and find the princess, Zelda. She will help you, I have faith in her..." He looked distant, as if remembering a particularly powerful memory. Then he shook his head, and flicked Link in the forehead, saying, "Now, wake up, kid."