Majora felt the tree's death. He felt its last agony. He felt its fear at the afterlife.
He felt wonderful.
Majora had never experienced such wonder as living through the death of another creature. It was exhilarating. Majora was in a state of bliss.
"Oh well," the wizard said out loud to the surrounding countryside, "I can make an army march on the castle," he chuckled to himself, "Or better yet, make their own past armies march on them. Eh he ha!"
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East of Kakariko village there was a stir.
Dampe, keeper of the Hylian tombs was making his rounds of the graveyard. He suddenly felt a slight vibration. Then a small bump appeared, then broke as a skeletal hand lifted out of the ground.
Being very much a sensible man, Dampe knew the safest response to a living skeleton rising from the ground.
RUN!
Behind him, the skeletal hand pulled up a body with rags of skin hanging off the bones. A zombie. Not like the ReDead. They were creations of sorrow. This was a real zombie, one of the original bodies of the dead. He wore rusted armor and held a broken sword, with a cruel, ragged tip. The sword was brown with rust, but that just added to it's killing edge.
More figures began to rise out of their tombs. Another knight here, a dead farmer there. Many had rusty weapons, ranging from daggers to swords to pitchforks. But even those without traditional weapons still had killing edges to fight with: ragged nails and jagged fangs.
The monstrous group began its mass exodus. To Kakariko Village, and then, Hyrule Castle.
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Ujna was out searching for her prize chicken when she saw it. The lead zombie walked past her with feathers and blood making a grotesque pattern around it's crooked mouth.
Knowing the fate of her beloved fowl, the one she had spent several years and a great deal of energy raising, Ujna promptly fainted.
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At the base of the great Death Mountain, a rock ran up the sloping mountain path. Or what at first would have appeared to be a rock.
The goron made haste to reach the great mountain metropolis that was his home, to warn of the unusual spectacle he had just seen.
"What were they?" he mused to himself, "They were the size of gorons, but their skin didn't even cover all of their bones."
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The great whale Jabu Jabu felt a strange tickling on his belly. Looking forward, he saw the decayed corpse of a Zora warrior rise from the water.
The whale closed his eyes, knowing the need for him to conserve his energy for the coming conflict.
On the other side of those lids more razor-finned undead rose from the watery depths.
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In the desert of the Gerudo, a body was rising from the sand river. All present watched, ready for a new infant to come out of the sand.
They were surprised to see a fully-grown gerudo rise. Or rather the corpse of one.
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He could feel his newfound control. Majora commanded an army of rotting bone and torn flesh.
Then he permitted himself a cruel chuckle. Hyrule castle would fall, and with it, so would Link.
Majora continued his slow, almost meandering walk. He wanted to enjoy the upcoming battle from a distance, he wanted to see the spectacle, he wanted to witness the genocide.
He felt wonderful.
Majora had never experienced such wonder as living through the death of another creature. It was exhilarating. Majora was in a state of bliss.
"Oh well," the wizard said out loud to the surrounding countryside, "I can make an army march on the castle," he chuckled to himself, "Or better yet, make their own past armies march on them. Eh he ha!"
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East of Kakariko village there was a stir.
Dampe, keeper of the Hylian tombs was making his rounds of the graveyard. He suddenly felt a slight vibration. Then a small bump appeared, then broke as a skeletal hand lifted out of the ground.
Being very much a sensible man, Dampe knew the safest response to a living skeleton rising from the ground.
RUN!
Behind him, the skeletal hand pulled up a body with rags of skin hanging off the bones. A zombie. Not like the ReDead. They were creations of sorrow. This was a real zombie, one of the original bodies of the dead. He wore rusted armor and held a broken sword, with a cruel, ragged tip. The sword was brown with rust, but that just added to it's killing edge.
More figures began to rise out of their tombs. Another knight here, a dead farmer there. Many had rusty weapons, ranging from daggers to swords to pitchforks. But even those without traditional weapons still had killing edges to fight with: ragged nails and jagged fangs.
The monstrous group began its mass exodus. To Kakariko Village, and then, Hyrule Castle.
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Ujna was out searching for her prize chicken when she saw it. The lead zombie walked past her with feathers and blood making a grotesque pattern around it's crooked mouth.
Knowing the fate of her beloved fowl, the one she had spent several years and a great deal of energy raising, Ujna promptly fainted.
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At the base of the great Death Mountain, a rock ran up the sloping mountain path. Or what at first would have appeared to be a rock.
The goron made haste to reach the great mountain metropolis that was his home, to warn of the unusual spectacle he had just seen.
"What were they?" he mused to himself, "They were the size of gorons, but their skin didn't even cover all of their bones."
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The great whale Jabu Jabu felt a strange tickling on his belly. Looking forward, he saw the decayed corpse of a Zora warrior rise from the water.
The whale closed his eyes, knowing the need for him to conserve his energy for the coming conflict.
On the other side of those lids more razor-finned undead rose from the watery depths.
******************************************************************
In the desert of the Gerudo, a body was rising from the sand river. All present watched, ready for a new infant to come out of the sand.
They were surprised to see a fully-grown gerudo rise. Or rather the corpse of one.
******************************************************************
He could feel his newfound control. Majora commanded an army of rotting bone and torn flesh.
Then he permitted himself a cruel chuckle. Hyrule castle would fall, and with it, so would Link.
Majora continued his slow, almost meandering walk. He wanted to enjoy the upcoming battle from a distance, he wanted to see the spectacle, he wanted to witness the genocide.