Massive spoilers in this story. If you do not know the outcome of The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask and want to find out for yourself in the game, I would discourage you to read this story. That said, if you are still hell-bent on reading it, enjoy.
It was cramped. Not that uncomfortable feeling when you have people sitting so close to you on either side and you can't move without hitting someone with a hip, elbow, or other portion of the human anatomy. He felt cramped because it was like that, but 3-dimensional. There were masks above, below, and to the sides of him. He couldn't do anything, wards against his power were in those masks.
Majora was trapped.
It was all that brat's fault. Majora knew what was in the boy's mind, he'd glimpsed that when the two had done battle. He was the Hero of Time, the warrior capable of wielding the Master sword. He was the bane of Ganondorf Dragmire. He was the human raised by elves, the plains boy who grew up in the forest. Last to get his fairy, and even then, she left him. After defeating the evil Gerudo Ganondorf, he felt compelled to leave everything he had ever known: his homeland Hyrule, his childhood friend, his fiance, his blood brother, and all of his friends.
He was a master swordsman, a perfect gymnast. He could defeat twoscore enemies single-handedly. He could perform a backflip from a standing position. He was capable of fighting with sword, sling, bow, and stave. He could cast spells rooms, arrows, himself, and the air itself.
He never knew his parents. He always felt helpless, desperate, and alone. Since his 8th birthday, he cried himself to sleep every night. Everyone he cares for is far from him.
His name... His name is Link.
The word tasted sweet in Majora's mind. He felt a strong kinship to the boy. Ever since the ancients had imprisoned the wizard in his own mask, Majora had a dark heart. But it still stood that he had to have revenge.
Link. Revenge. Revenge on Link. That was even sweeter.
Majora would find a way to Hyrule. Then Link would see his true power. Then Link would suffer. Then Link would pay. Then, Link would die.
It was cramped. Not that uncomfortable feeling when you have people sitting so close to you on either side and you can't move without hitting someone with a hip, elbow, or other portion of the human anatomy. He felt cramped because it was like that, but 3-dimensional. There were masks above, below, and to the sides of him. He couldn't do anything, wards against his power were in those masks.
Majora was trapped.
It was all that brat's fault. Majora knew what was in the boy's mind, he'd glimpsed that when the two had done battle. He was the Hero of Time, the warrior capable of wielding the Master sword. He was the bane of Ganondorf Dragmire. He was the human raised by elves, the plains boy who grew up in the forest. Last to get his fairy, and even then, she left him. After defeating the evil Gerudo Ganondorf, he felt compelled to leave everything he had ever known: his homeland Hyrule, his childhood friend, his fiance, his blood brother, and all of his friends.
He was a master swordsman, a perfect gymnast. He could defeat twoscore enemies single-handedly. He could perform a backflip from a standing position. He was capable of fighting with sword, sling, bow, and stave. He could cast spells rooms, arrows, himself, and the air itself.
He never knew his parents. He always felt helpless, desperate, and alone. Since his 8th birthday, he cried himself to sleep every night. Everyone he cares for is far from him.
His name... His name is Link.
The word tasted sweet in Majora's mind. He felt a strong kinship to the boy. Ever since the ancients had imprisoned the wizard in his own mask, Majora had a dark heart. But it still stood that he had to have revenge.
Link. Revenge. Revenge on Link. That was even sweeter.
Majora would find a way to Hyrule. Then Link would see his true power. Then Link would suffer. Then Link would pay. Then, Link would die.