The chapters are going to be shorter so I can update weekly. Because weekly updates are always better than waiting a whole month, right? Also, the first three parts are just prologues, and they're written in a slightly different style than the actual story. So just bare with me -winkwink-
Disclaimer: Legend of Zelda: Majoras Mask, does not belong to me. I'm making no money from this. Extra ideas and new concepts do belong to me, though.
Warnings: Mild Violent concepts?
A Wandering Soul Proceeds All Darkness
Prologue- Part Two
Rustle, rustle, rustle, to and fro back and forth. Flimsy hat made of straw crackling and brisk with every sideways tilt. Hands holding tightly to gnarled wood, buried deep within a forest. Two spirits hovering all around him, worried expressions on their tiny faces. Change, they sensed change. They tried to speak, tried to warn him. Yet, were ignored, once again, as his head titled the opposite way, producing the prickling paper sound again and amusing him to no end.
'An imp would be amused by something so simple…'
Trapped here, upon this face, upon this being whose innocence was anything but refreshing, only annoying and nauseatingly sweet. Stuck, it was stuck until the imp removed it. But he wouldn't. Not this treasure, not one he had gone to such trouble to steal.
This was bad. But not for it. No, certainly not.
Rage.
It felt it, bubbling and boiling. Felt it from the very fiber of it's being, which, amusingly, was also made of fibers. Fibrous, textured wood… A pulse then, a ripple effect that traveled through the dimensions themselves. It's other half was angry, seething at something or another. Something most certainly being the situation at hand, the loss of something so important.
'Me, the other half is seething for the loss of me.'
Something rose to stroke it's surface, scratch idly at smooth, expensive paint; to prod at decorative spikes and horns.
'Infuriating little imp.'
If it was stuck here, trapped upon this certain uncertain imp –what had supplied those words?- then it would make the best of the situation. Take advantage of the power and the freedom it had finally been given. Away from the more humane half, given the opportunity to finally reach out and do something. Something terrible…
The ringing of fairy voices, alarmed by something in the distance, and the imp was moving, shuffling along towards the darker shades of the forest.
'Coward.'
It would change that, though. Would change everything. Already it could feel the roots of a simple mind beginning to give way beneath its power. It wouldn't take long, not at all, to overthrow this little imp.
Of this it was certain.
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