Chapter Two

Professor: And here is the second chapter! Hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also, for those who are interested, this story is also posted on my Wattpad account. Information on my profile. But I still don't own Legend of Zelda. Sadly.

I just want to say that I'm not a violent guy. At least, I don't try to be. So, yeah, I'm powerful, I have never been defeated, and even I don't understand my full strength. But that doesn't make me violent or evil. I hate fighting actually. Detest it. Loath it with every fiber of my being.

Why people think otherwise, I really don't know. It is just like how people call me Fierce but I look extremely peaceful and quiet. Why I was named the Fierce Deity, I don't know. I don't know if I was given this personality because of my power or the other way around. It is a very confusing situation and Din, Farore, and Nayru left before I could ask them.

I just wanted to tell you that before I continued with my story though, as if I could justify my actions or somehow make you understand. Just please try to keep in mind that no one, not even a god like myself, can choose their life or their destiny. We must live with the cards that we have been dealt, that destiny has given us. That is the only reason that I have done what I have done. There are things that I am not proud of but they have to be said, so that history does not change it. Or repeat itself. And this is my story, and so I shall tell you.

But without further ado, I must return to the story. Where was I again? Oh yes, the Tribe had just succeeded in their first step of their plan.

So, because they succeeded with what they thought was the first step of a flawless plan, my peaceful life was then shattered. Not just my life either. Majora's as well. Actually, when it comes down to it, I don't know who's life got messed up more, mine or Majora's.

But I digress. To return to the story, the Tribe succeeded. I don't know who the Tribe was or why they thought any of this was a good idea. Something I just chalk up to human idiocy. But their idiocy gave them results. They did what should've been impossible.

They kidnapped Majora.

Not just kidnapped, they sealed him into a human body. He was ripped from the Sacred Realm and forced into a human's body; the only thing I can say is that at least the human was willing.

But they were only humans. They made a fatal mistake, like they always do. You can't just shove a being like Majora into a human's body and make a mistake and hope everything still works out.

The Tribe had hoped to command Majora, as a weapon, against the other Tribe. However, due to their mistake, Majora was changed. If there had ever been any part of him that was good, it was long gone now. Instead, Majora morphed into a being of hatred and evil. Only wanting destruction and power. It was nothing but pure horror. The words that I write now can't possibly explain the fear that ran through the entire land that day. The worst part is due to the way he was summoned, Majora's power only grew. I don't know how, but it did.

At first, the Tribe didn't catch on to the monster they had created. To them, he was perfection. And he let them think that. He followed their orders and destroyed the other Tribe in the blink of an eye. Every task they gave him, he completed. Why he toyed with them like this, I don't know. He was evil and evil couldn't be explained. I didn't want to know the 'method to his madness'.

Eventually though, a few years later, they figured it out. He ended up turning on them, trying to destroy those who gave him his power. A few escaped his first attack and were able to realize their mistake. They finally saw what they had created and tried to repair it all. In a way, it worked. However, I do have to question their logic...but that in itself is a discussion for another time.

Their solution to Majora was me. Fight a god, with a god.

Thanks to Hylia and the information she had given them so many years ago, they were able to bring me down to their land. This time, they didn't try to force anyone to do anything. That had been their mistake with Majora. They forced him to do their bidding, which is what caused the evil inside of him to bloom.

Instead, with me, they asked. They begged. They pleaded. They bargained.

Still I didn't say a word.

What happened next I remember very clearly. I have not forgotten one detail of my decision.

I thought over everything that had happened so far and all the possible alternatives for the future. Then, at those times of all the times possible, because fate works that way, I understood my goal. I turned to the Tribe at that moment and said these words:

"You have tampered with powers that you do not understand. In doing so, you have released an evil upon this land, perhaps sealed your fate. Your only hope? An impossible task of reaching the Triforce or...me. I can save you, I can defeat Majora, at great cost to myself.

"To save all of you, and to save a land that is dear to my sister, I myself would have to take a human body, or my strength wouldn't work against Majora completely. To do so, a human would have to willingly give up their life. I would be bound to this land until my goal is complete, which could take thousands of years. Do you understand all of this?"

The Tribe looked around at each other, not saying a word, then they nodded in agreement. The deal was struck. That day I took a human's body. I'm not sure who he was, I only have a few memories of his previous life. He was a simple man. An artist, not a warrior, who was tall, thin, and red-headed. That's the only way I can describe him. But he's not important, he's not even here any more. The only thing important about him was that he stopped Majora from recognizing me until I let him.

Before I say what happened next, I must explain this next part, this part which affects both Majora and I.

Since I was now, for all intents and purposes, human (or hylian. It doesn't make a difference to me as they are all mortal), my power couldn't be contained in my new body, not without turning into Majora. So, I put my power into a mask. Only one who knew its power, or was able to comprehend it, was able to access my power, when wearing that mask. I named it the Fierce Deity Mask. I found it fitting to give it my old name, since it had all of my old power. This Mask, this was the true Fierce Deity. My power, my memories, my hidden rage...everything that had made me a god was in this mask. This mask was the key to defeating Majora. I just had to make sure that the power didn't over take my weak new human form.

I knew what would happen, but I couldn't avoid it.

So I fought Majora. For the Tribe, for my sister and her land, to fulfill my goal, and for him, because he was still my brother, despite what he had done.

He didn't know who he was until I donned the mask and to this day, it was the only time I have worn it. Our battle was harsh and fierce, lasting for many months. Maybe years. I don't know. Eventually I won. The way he was tied to the human had caused his power to weaken over time in the battle and I defeated him.

...But I couldn't kill him. I wanted to, I knew it was my goal, but something held me back.

So I sealed him away into a mask, much like I did with my own power.

Then...my real battle came. Now, I understood my real power. I didn't want to give it up.

But I knew I had to. So, using every ounce of my strength, I was somehow able to remove the mask. I was weak for a while afterwards, but eventually got my strength back.

And now I had two masks. Masks I knew couldn't be worn by anyone or it would cause the end of this world.

So I tried my best to live a peaceful life. I watched eons go by and saw the battles between my sister and the evil she fought. I never talked to her though. I couldn't take the risk. Something might have happened.

My life was ok. Every now and then I would have to move since I didn't age. It wasn't too hard though. Hylians were easy to fool with a little bit of magic.

Ironically, I became a mask salesman. Someone saw me with the two masks that I had and so, it was the only explanation I could give. After that, I thought, why not? It was a good cover. So I traveled around as the Happy Mask Salesman. No one ever questioned it.

The years went on and so did my life. I spent many of those years not knowing what to do with the two masks, I just protected them, never letting any even know they existed. I grew complacent like that. I even got a little shop in Hyrule Castle Town, focusing on my 'business' because I didn't know what else to do with my time. I loved this new life of mine. It was fun, and it gave me something to do. I never fell in love though. I made sure not to. That would be a mistake.

There was even a small child that came into my shop every now and then, helping me expand that business, selling masks and all.

I was no fool. I knew that this boy was a chosen hero, I could sense my sister's mark upon him. However, I saw nothing wrong with him working part-time so I said nothing.

Then, the boy completed his destiny. He opened the Gate of Time, allowing the evil my sister was fighting to get to the Triforce. I don't know the specifics, but I know that a darkness overcame the land and that the hero was gone. I was able to sense that much. I was also able to sense that this evil was going to target me because he could now sense the power that radiated from the masks. With the power of the Triforce at his command, the only way I would be able to fight him was with the power of the Fierce Deity Mask and I couldn't risk that. I didn't think I could deny the power that time.

So I ran. I gathered my masks and I ran, hoping that the small hero would return.

I knew that this evil would find me in this world so I created my own world.

For a god, creating a sub-world, one with very little actual life in it, isn't that hard. It's only hard when you put actual effort into it...or if you're me.

I'm stuck in a human's body. Without donning my mask, I can't use my full power. So creating this sub-world took a lot of my power, and I didn't make the world that real. After I created this world, I was unconscious for a while and when I did wake up, I couldn't move for a few more weeks. I was incredibly weak, my power sapped.

But it worked. I was in a new world. The portal was deep in the Lost Woods so as to protect it from the evil in Hyrule. So it couldn't find me.

The world itself was simple, like I planned. Mostly, it was a parallel of Hyrule. Everybody looked the same, but had different names and jobs, albeit the geography was also different. I named it Termina. And, for good measure to protect myself in case the evil of Hyrule did find Termina, I cast a spell of protection. Four guardians to protect this world and stop the evil.

If it came down to it, they wouldn't last long, I knew, but hopefully long enough for me to regain my power once more.

Nothing really happened there and I was only waiting for the day I could go back to Hyrule.

Then I was attacked. It wasn't long after I created Termina and I was pretty weak, which is why the attack worked.

I hadn't expected anyone to be able to travel through my portal after me, but I never factored in the creatures of the forest, like the skull kid.

He and two fairies surprised me and I was too weak to do anything about it. When I was unconscious, they went through my bag and found the masks. I woke up just in time to see the skull kid don Majora's Mask.

The torture that followed caused so much pain and regret in my heart that I knew no one would be able to comprehend it, at least, not in Hyrule. Oh, how I wished I had destroyed that mask before that moment.

As Majora took control of the Skull Kid, I lost consciousness once again.

Professor: Second chapter folks. What did you think?