A/N: After continuously listening to my 'Theme of Majora' mp3, I few words began to form in my mind. Please R/R!
The Origin of Majora's Mask
One month ago…
The one waiting to be exiled stands, hands bound to a stake by a rope.
"How do you plead?"
"Innocent!" he cries, for fear of what is coming.
"You lie!"
"No…" But his voice is weak.
"The punishment shall fit the crime! Bring out the mask!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screams at the top of his lungs, and begins to struggle. A group of 4 tribesmen run to hold him. A door opens. The elder, the only one who understands it, comes out wearing the mask.
"Any last requests, fool?" the voice that comes out, so unlike the elder's true voice, rasps.
"Please, have mercy… have mercy…" he cries out.
"Hmm… Did you have mercy on my wife and daughter when you slayed them?" Silence. "I thought so… You are hereby sentenced to exile in… The Nightmare!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The mask gave off an orange like glow, then shot a beam of complete darkness into the man. His eyes turned dead-like, just as all the rest before had. Silence, then…
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" his scream broke the silence of the night. Then, a tribesman placed a flute to his lips. He started to play a song, The Road to Justice. It was used to stun the mask before any more harm could be done. Then, the elder let loose a scream in his real voice,
"AHHHHHH!" The man stopped at once. Glancing up, he smirked.
"KEE-YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he let loose a pulsing wave of dark energy. "FOOLS, ALL OF YOU!" He cried, as the man began to play, "YOU WILL SOON KNOW THIS AS THE DAY THAT DOOMED YOU ALL!" Then, the song took its toll, and he collapsed.
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One year prior to the happenings above…
"They laughed at me…" spoke a tribes wizard, Majora, "Laughed at me for practicing magic…" The knife he was carving with began to move faster, "One day… this tribe will be based upon magic… All thanks to me!" He moved the caved wood over to one side and began to paint it with magic-infused paint. When it was finished, he grabbed a bottle containing his soul. "The final touch…" he croaked, as he poured his soul over the mask. Its orange-ish eyes glowed. "I chrishen thee, Majora's Mask!" He placed the mask on his face. "A new age, MY new age of Shadows begins NOW!"
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In just a few short days, the land was in ruins. People were dying, and evil ruled all. But hope was not lost yet… A god descended from the heavens, a Fierce Deity. He skillfully drove off Majora, but not before he pulled Fierce Deity into darkness with him. The tribe has vanished without a trace… but an old legend tells of the Mask placed in a temple of a far off land…
The Happy Mask Man closed the book, and headed out the door.
END
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