The Silver Haired Link
By Kamari

Inspired by The Fierce Deity's Mask
And the form Link takes
When he wears it in
Majora's Mask


After Link saved Termina
From Majora, Mask of the Damned
Link went back to Hyrule
...Or tried too...


Link rode Epona through the Lost Woods, retracing his steps back to Hyrule from is trip to Termina. But he wasn't completely focused on the path. Link was staring at his souvenir from his adventures: The Fierce Deity's Mask.

A Mask with as much demonic power as Majora had had, Link recalled his immense power whenever he wore it. For fear of misusing it, he only put it on against bosses like Oldolwa, Gyorg, Twinmold, and Majora.

Blinking, Link recalled just how easy it was to beat Majora, that all-powerful demonic mask, with the power of the fierce deity. It was easier than killing a group of Dinofos with the Great Fairy Sword. And seeing as how one hit with the Great Fairy Sword would kill a Dinofos instantly, that was really easy.

Epona stopped, and Link looked up. Something was rushing straight for them! He turned Epona, who was way ahead of him and ran like the wind back into Termina.

The whatever it was lunged for them whenever Epona jumped, so Epona used it as a way to double jump and cross the big pitfalls on the way.

Link looked behind them just in time to see whatever it was get caught in the stone doors in the basement of the Clock Tower, and stared at it till they were out of sight up the ramp.

Was that... a Garo Ninja?!


Link sighed with relief as he led Epona up to the doors that opened from the Clock Tower into South Clock Town.

"They wouldn't let you leave, would they?" a familiar voice asked.

Link turned, frowning.

"The Garo don't want that mask to leave, do they?" The Happy Mask Salesman cooed. "Such fuss over a mask, and they are not even Salesmen like me! Ohh Hoo Hoo..."

"Do you have any useful information, or are you just blabbering?" Link asked tersely. "Last time I spoke with you, you made me clean up your mess. And it was a doozy, let me tell you."

"Don't worry, child. I bear news." Link waited.

"The masks of this land," The Happy Mask Salesman began, "are seeped in happiness because of you. For that, I am most grateful. You would make a fine Happy Mask Salesman. But..." the salesman shook his head. "The mask you now carry... the Fierce Deity's Mask... It knows only rage. Rage and destruction, coupled with victory and a bloodlust that seems unquenchable."

Link looked at the mask in his hand.

"That one mask," said the salesmen "Worries the old nation of Ikana. That is why the Garos came for it. If you truly desire to take it with you..." The salesmen paused. "You must fill that mask with love!"


Link grumbled. "'Fill the mask with Love' he says. Well just how do I do that?!"

Link rode Epona up to Ikana, then hookshoted up to the castle. He went through a hole in the gate wall, then unblocked the way with his mirror shield before going through the doorway.

Ignoring the ReDeads, Link ran through the first room to the throne room.

On the throne sat a proud skeleton wearing a crown and a sword. On the left side (link's left) was a stubby fat skeleton with a shield and spear. On the right was a tall skinny skeleton with the same gear.

The skeleton on the throne leaned forward. "You who do not fear the dead, the dead thank you for closing the gates to the Stone Tower Temple. You once more bring light to this dark palace. What do you seek of me?"

Link bowed. "Igos du Ikana, King of Ikana, I have a question. What do you know," Link dug into his pockets, "about this mask?" Link held up the Fierce Deity's Mask.

Igos flinched. "That unholy thing?! That is what I asked the Garo's to eliminate. You hold it, you who do not fear the dead?" He shook his head. "You do not seem to fear anything… neither the dead, nor evil..."

Link put the mask away. "The Happy Mask Salesman said that if I 'Fill the Mask with Love', I could take it with me. What do you think?"

Igos stood up. "He who wears that mask gains powers unrivaled." Igos stopped in front of Link. "At least, they are unrivaled ever since the Majora was defeated."

Igos leaned down to level his eyes with Link's. "Now that it alone possesses such power, it is but a matter of time before it seeks to use that power for it's own ends. Such events could well lead to disaster; more so should it go to a foreign land. Do you still wish to take this away with you?"

Link nodded, a determined look in his eyes.

"Very well! I, Igos du Ikana, agree to these terms: If you fill this mask with Love, the Garos will not bother you should you choose to leave with it. But you may not leave beyond the lands of the Four Giants until then."

Igos went to sit back down. Link stepped forward a little. "Igos, can you tell me how to fill this mask with love? Do you know of any way, or if not, a way to find out?"

"You who do not fear the dead," Igos said, the lights dimming. "One who is neither dead nor living in this world is restless within the lands of the Four Giants. This being may be connected. But that is all I can tell you. Fair Well!"

The skeletons all vanished in a puff of green fire. Link went back to Clock Town...


"HIT ME!" Link slapped his hand on the counter of the Milk Bar Latte as he sat on a stool.

"Aren't you a little young to get drunk, sonny?" Asked the bartender.

"It's milk..." Link said, annoyed. "And I've had a rough day, so HIT ME."

The bartender shrugged. "Regular or Chateau?" He asked, his back to Link.

"Chateau. I need the heavy stuff."

When Link had gone through 2 bottles of Milk (there were 200 rupees apiece, so it was all he could afford) he got up and left for the inn. Link had rented a room, the Knife Sweet. It wasn't glamorous, and he could hear what was going on in Anju's room, but it was better then outside.

Link flopped on the bed. He stared at the ceiling, forlorn.

"Fill it with love," he breathed.

He was asleep in moments.


The cucco crowed at sunrise. Link shot out of bed. "SECOND DAY! ONLY 48 HOURS LEFT!" He shouted quickly, half asleep. "Where to next Tatl?" He hopped about, pulling his boots on.

The Dancing Twins burst into the room.

"What's wrong with you?!" Snapped the blue sister.

"We are trying to think!" The red sister growled.

Link blushed, rubbing his head. "Sorry, girls…"

The sisters nodded and slammed the door. Link breathed a sigh of relief. Then a thought came.

"I taught those girls Kamaro's Dance," Link muttered as he buckled his belt. "Kamaro was dead, but still restless. Maybe…" He grabbed his shield and dashed out of the room.

Link ran to the wall at the bottom of the stairs, then used the momentum to bounce back and towards the door.

"Where are you going?!" Anju called.

"Out! I'll be back late tonight!" Link called over his shoulder as he went out the door into the rain.

Thunder boomed as Link ran through the pouring rain, heedless of the guard at the gate. As soon as he was out, he followed the walls south to a large natural cover. Once out of the rain, he played Epona's Song. She came running.

"Now we wait," Link told her. He played his Ocarina again. As Link closed his eyes, the Song of Double Time echoed off the clouds and into the fast approaching night.


Epona whinnied. She could hear something. "That's right, Epona, we are going to see Kamaro!" He spurred her into a gallop to the north.

It wasn't long before Link could hear it too, the mysterious melody to which Kamaro always danced for the moon. But it was different this time. Now, now there was singing.

Sweet, Sweet Memories (oh)
Cruel, Cruel Destinies (oh)
How I long to see you face
As you look my way

How I wish that you could see me
What would I pay

Sweet, Sweet Fantasies (oh)
Cruel Realities (oh)
How I long to see you face
As you hear my song
How I dream to see you
As your feet dance along

Link dismounted near the Mushroom like rock Kamaro danced on. But tonight, Kamaro wasn't there! There was a girl, singing her heart out as she slowly paced back and forth.

The girl had to be about 16. She wore a long green dress with slits on each side from the knee down. Link could see her silver gray tights through them. Her shoes, which looked like boots at a distance, were more like leather padded socks with a boot sole sewed on. They flexed and stretched along with her calves, allowing free movement yet sturdy protection. Hanging at the V-neck of her dress was a small silver pendent depicting the Triforce. Her arms were covered in the same skintight silver gray as her legs, along with fingerless gauntlets and a silver armband. An ocarina hung from the leather loop belt at her waist.

Link had never seen the likes of this girl before.

The girl opened her eyes as she turned around. She froze, her misty blue eyes wide. Link slowly approached her.

"Hi," he began awkwardly. "I'm-"

The girl ran to him. She fell to her knees, giving him a tight embrace. He heard her whisper lovingly, "Link, oh Link… May I never wake from this dream!"

Link blinked a little. Then he heard her sigh. Her body fell limp at his feet.

"Um…" Link turned her over with his foot. Her head was bleeding! "Oh crap! Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! Now what do I do?!" Link tried to pick her up, but she was too heavy. He couldn't lift her an inch.

If he went for help, monsters would attack her. But if he stayed here with her, she would die of blood loss.

Link went through his masks, finally going with the Goron Mask. As a Goron, she was practically weightless to him. Patting Epona, Link brought the girl to the Stock Pot Inn.