Hi! This is my first fanfic, so please ... no evil-intended reviews!
I have no idea of my writing capabilities, so this could turn out
anywhere from good to bad, and will most likely be bad^.^;; So in advance
for anything that is extremely stupid that I put in here, sorry. On the
bright side, there is a good chance that this will be decent! What are my
chances? *shakes "magic" 8-ball* Hmm... "Outlook not good..." *chucks
magic 8-ball out a window* Who listens to those things any way? On to the
story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. I don't even own the afore-mentioned magic 8-ball. It belongs to my little brother. Crap.
,',',',','Prologue',',',',',
Majora's Mask floated through the 11-dimensional room in the center of time and space. It had been sent there along with its fake moon, forever doomed to wander its corridors because of the crimes it has committed. It had been defeated... Again.... Damn.
As it wandered, many things started to crash around it. This was a normal occurrence, as in a 11-dimensional many things were able to happen. It hit what it thought to be the floor, although it most likely wasn't, and sat in that one place. As it did this, it heard a rumbling sound, coming closer by the second. That is, seconds in its perspective. A ripple. This ripple came and hit the mask, sending it flying off the wall.
This next part couldn't have been coincidence. It was too improbable. It was thought to have been caused by dark magic. It could have gone in infinity-times-eleven directions. Out of these directions, it went in one. The direction of the Sacred Realm.
As Gannondorf floated around in the white walled prison that was the Sacred Realm, he thought. He had a lot of time to do this, seeing as he was stuck here for eternity. He thought about if it really had walls. I mean, everything was just white, and maybe when he attempted to move he didn't go anywhere. After a few hours ( or what seemed like hours ), he came to the conclusion that it didn't have walls because there would be a shadow from the non-existent light source. This is what he commonly thought about. He was that bored.
Then, his thoughts shifted to the person who put him in here. He hated him. He often thought of ways to torture him once he got out. Link. It had almost been a year since then. He had been defeated... Again... Damn. (sound like deja-vú, ne?)
Just then, a warp-tunnel-thingie formed and in flew a mask. It ricocheted off a wall and into Gannondorf's hands. He was stunned.
"There are walls!"
Then he focused his attention to the mask. He had heard of this mask. There were stories told about it when he was a child in the desert. A mask with infinite evil power. Majora's Mask. It sounded like just the thing he needed to get out of this place. He flipped the mask in his hands.
"I think it's time for some fresh air." he remarked, then broke off into his trademark diabolical laugh. "DARKNESS SHALL RULE OVER HYRULE!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
He placed the mask on his face.
So did you like it? Hmm ? Hmm? Hmm? Review if you liked it. If I don't get reviews I will assume no one liked it and that I am a terrible writer. Then I won't continue. And that is bad if you liked it. Actually review even if you don't like it, just don't make them EVIL, OK? Please?
Edited by my insane older sister, who is a nut.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. I don't even own the afore-mentioned magic 8-ball. It belongs to my little brother. Crap.
,',',',','Prologue',',',',',
Majora's Mask floated through the 11-dimensional room in the center of time and space. It had been sent there along with its fake moon, forever doomed to wander its corridors because of the crimes it has committed. It had been defeated... Again.... Damn.
As it wandered, many things started to crash around it. This was a normal occurrence, as in a 11-dimensional many things were able to happen. It hit what it thought to be the floor, although it most likely wasn't, and sat in that one place. As it did this, it heard a rumbling sound, coming closer by the second. That is, seconds in its perspective. A ripple. This ripple came and hit the mask, sending it flying off the wall.
This next part couldn't have been coincidence. It was too improbable. It was thought to have been caused by dark magic. It could have gone in infinity-times-eleven directions. Out of these directions, it went in one. The direction of the Sacred Realm.
As Gannondorf floated around in the white walled prison that was the Sacred Realm, he thought. He had a lot of time to do this, seeing as he was stuck here for eternity. He thought about if it really had walls. I mean, everything was just white, and maybe when he attempted to move he didn't go anywhere. After a few hours ( or what seemed like hours ), he came to the conclusion that it didn't have walls because there would be a shadow from the non-existent light source. This is what he commonly thought about. He was that bored.
Then, his thoughts shifted to the person who put him in here. He hated him. He often thought of ways to torture him once he got out. Link. It had almost been a year since then. He had been defeated... Again... Damn. (sound like deja-vú, ne?)
Just then, a warp-tunnel-thingie formed and in flew a mask. It ricocheted off a wall and into Gannondorf's hands. He was stunned.
"There are walls!"
Then he focused his attention to the mask. He had heard of this mask. There were stories told about it when he was a child in the desert. A mask with infinite evil power. Majora's Mask. It sounded like just the thing he needed to get out of this place. He flipped the mask in his hands.
"I think it's time for some fresh air." he remarked, then broke off into his trademark diabolical laugh. "DARKNESS SHALL RULE OVER HYRULE!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
He placed the mask on his face.
So did you like it? Hmm ? Hmm? Hmm? Review if you liked it. If I don't get reviews I will assume no one liked it and that I am a terrible writer. Then I won't continue. And that is bad if you liked it. Actually review even if you don't like it, just don't make them EVIL, OK? Please?
Edited by my insane older sister, who is a nut.