NORTHEASTERN TERMINA FIELD
She looked back at him, shouting into the darkness. He called her a coward and told her to come back and fight. She hated him. She hated him with a passion that could not be described. First he stopped her moon from destroying the Clock Tower, which would have allowed her to get her vengeance on those golden bitches. Now, the little shit had stopped her from destroying the Clock Tower's barrier, and had somehow caused her enough injury to force retreat. Her astro-form floated off towards Snowhead as she seethed.
That brat. That damned, green-clothed brat. He had destroyed her mask, and she had almost perished with no form to hold her spirit. But she had survived. She had clung onto life with a grip that none could match, and somehow remained alive. Shattered, yes… but alive. After several weeks of simply floating near the log south of Clock Town, she decided she had regained enough power to return to a physical form. Once she had manifested herself in a tiny, flea-sized form, she had set out for Stone Tower, the place her mask had been kept in ancient times. Not able to muster enough energy to fly or teleport there, she had had to walk through the jungle of grass that was Termina Field. Occasionally, she had been able to hitch a ride on a traveller's boot, but her grip had always failed after one or two of the massive steps. She had never felt so helpless, and that kid, that thrice-damned piece of Hylian scum, was responsible for that. It had taken her a week just to reach the dirt road that led to Ikana from the log. She had climbed on top of a pebble and seethed.
She had reflected on the battle in the moon. He had brashly challenged her by accepting the moon-child's "game." He materialized in her arena, looking around curiously. Then, he looked down at the mask in his hands. He raised it to his face, then he screamed as the transformation took place, and she had been shocked when it was over. Standing before her was the slightly altered form of her old lover, Kai. But those days were over; they had been sworn enemies for centuries before she had been sealed in that accursed mask. The brat used Kai's power against her, and she had been vanquished. And after that, she had been left there to seethe on a pebble in a body no bigger than a flea.
Majora pulled out of her reverie as she touched down in Snowhead Village, coming out of her astro-form and manifesting physically. A shriek came from behind her, and she turned to see some scum pushing her children behind her. The human begged for Majora to leave them alone. Disgusting.
"Useless mortal wench," she said aloud. She raised her hand, her palm pointing toward them. "Begone!" The woman and her children fled, even though they knew they were going to be killed. Majora lowered her hand, a look of disgust on her face. Cowards, she thought. A single threat and they scurry away like mice. How pitiful. They weren't even worth killing. She turned toward the mountain and started up the trail, not wanting to waste any more energy flying or maintaining an astro-form. The rhythm of her steps put her in a trance-like state. She hardly noticed the feel of the grass being flattened under her feet, the bends in the trail, or her various wounds. She was becoming lost in memories again.
One month. That was how long it had taken her to reach the top of Ikana Canyon. The first week and a half had been spent getting to the first cliff and waiting for Sakon, the thief, to return to his home. She had been able to ride his shoe up the cliff, but fell off when he took his first step. Another week and a half was spent travelling to the canyon and climbing it. Once again, she had had to wait for Sakon to arrive so she could ride him up the cliff when the ladder was lowered for him to make his delivery to the mortals atop the cliff. The last week was spent travelling across the top of the cliff to Stone Tower. By the time she had reached the entrance to the tower, her power had regenerated enough for her to fly up the blasphemed tiers to the entrance to the temple, which was in the shape of a Guardian's head. She had collapsed against the wall of the entrance tunnel, utterly drained.
After taking a moment to recover, she stood, walking down the entrance tunnel of Stone Tower Temple. Once in the entrance room, she shifted to a spirit form and housed herself in the large stone monument in the shape of her mask. There she had waited for a year, until her power had grown enough that she decided she would try summoning an ally, one to take care of her as she recovered. She had been able to pull Odolwa from the void, but that had taken more energy than she thought. She was left once again as almost nothing, having to go right back to the monument in order to stay alive. Odolwa had also needed time to recover from the void, and for several days, they simply sat and recovered. When Odolwa had recovered, she decided he didn't need increased size to execute the mission she had planned for him. She sent him to whisper in a few ears in Clock Town, so that they would invite the one who had defeated her to the Carnival. Then, she had sent him to find and subdue the four Guardian Giants of Termina.
And now, here I am, Majora thought as she approached Snowhead Temple. Beaten and broken, desperate for help. And she would get help. She knew exactly what she was doing here. She knew that damn brat would get what was coming to him. She grinned. He wouldn't know what hit him.
