Couples mask: ch 4
A/N: This story is sort of coming together now. I was thinking of adding a dark twist as it is after majora's mask being a creepy game and all. This chapter is being told from Skyla's pov unlike the other chapters. Without further ado on with the story!
It's been a few weeks now being a couple. Love is a strange thing. I was allowed to move in with him at last so I don't have to live in the castle. Walking into the mask shop for the first time I got strange feeling as I looked around, some masks radiated emotions happy, sad, and angry some even gave of a dark energy that was unsettling. The room glowed with bright colours; I grabbed my bag and dragged it up the stairs to the main living area. It had a small kitchen with an old table, and two chairs. It had two single beds on the other side of the room. I put my bag on the bed a started to unpack. In my peripheral vision, I saw the majora's mask eyes staring into my soul. I picked it off the wall staring at it.
'Strong enough to bring down the moon, who would have thought that' I spoke to it, as if it cared, as if it could listen. Something about it was off. The power might have left it but the soul still lives, hissing and screaming I can hear it. The door creaked open, Aeon (A/N: this is Hms's name in this because hms , well its crap) looked around the door 'can you sense it?' he asked looking at the mask I was holding 'yes its... haunting'. 'you appear to have an ability, to sense the souls in masks. Its very strong'. I turned to him intrigued 'what are you holding?' 'I found this mask on my travels, its very strange. What is the feeling you get from this?' he whispered handing it over. It was a pink mask with its mouth hanging open eyes distorted with tears coming from one eye. I held it I could feel pain and my body ached, my vision became cloudy, I dropped it quickly putting my hands on my head to get the ringing out of my ears. 'Interesting...' Aeon said as he put his hand on my shoulder to stop me from collapsing. I sat down on the floor and took deep breaths. 'That mask... its evil' I gasped trying to regulate my breathing.
'Did that happen to you?' I asked. 'Not as bad as that, I am used to the energies given off of masks' he paused picking it up 'The mask is that belongs to an old tribe, the god of pain and is made by the same tribe that created majora in fact. 'that's interesting...' I said quietly ' I need to lie down...' I stumbled over and lied down on the bed. I slowly fell asleep.