Night had passed when Ghirahim arrived close to the human city. He could see it from afar, but going there now, during day, would not be the right thing to do. He watched as the gates were opened.

"Go..." the voice in his head spoke, "Go and bring destruction..."

"But..." Ghirahim hesitated, "It is day. They will notice me. I am demon. The moment I enter there, I will be surrounded by soldiers..."

"Trust, Ghirahim. Trust is what you need. Trust in my power... You are invincible."

He tilted his head upwards, thinking about it. "Can you ensure me that I won't fail?"

"I can. You will never fail as long as I am by your side, as long as my power houses in you... Go. Enter the city..."

Ghirahim nodded, walking from his hiding place in the edge of the woods. He approached the city, weapon not even drawn.

He arrived at the gates, where two soldiers halted him. "Who are you?" one asked, "Reveal your face."

"My face..."

the voice that usually spoke in his head now spoke aloud, "This is my face. I am Majora. I am destruction."

With those words, Ghirahim charged forwards, sword drawn, and quickly ended the soldier's lives. "More... We need more..."

Ghirahim walked through the gates. People were everywhere. Most of them just ignored him, only a few looked at him with a suspicious face, but they didn't seem to be afraid. They didn't expect anyone evil to enter through their oh so well guardedgates. Ghirahim smirked. This was so easy.

"Do something. Don't just walk around... We're not here to watch these humans alive, we're here to watch them die. Go and play. Make it a game of life or death..."

Ghirahim drew his already bloodstained weapon. Now people started avoiding him. But avoiding wouldn't help.

He walked up to a woman to walk alongside her. "Hello..." he said. She looked at him for a very short moment, and started walking faster, trying to get rid of him. But Ghirahim as well quickened his pace. She took a turn left, entering a smaller back alley. Completely empty, it was. Such a bad decision.

Ghirahim followed her. She started to run, but the demon soon caught up with her, blocking her way.

"What do you want?" she asked in fear, "Just let me pass!"

Ghirahim just smirked, but she wouldn't see it. That was the only disadvantage of wearing this mask, people couldn't see his face when he wanted them to.

"Make it long..." the mask whispered in his head, "Make it fun..."

"I just wanted to meet you in a place like this," Ghirahim said. "What for? What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear. "I just want to have some fun..." He roughly grabbed her arm and threw her to the wall. When her back hit it, he heard a loud crack and she screamed. Had he broken something? He hadn't thought of throwing her that hard. Maybe the mask had made him stronger...

He held her arm tightly as her stabbed her in the stomach. He turned the sword around, opening the wound further, only causing her to scream and cry so hard that it hurt his ears. But it sounded nice, he had to admit that. It sounded so pleasing...

He stabbed again and again, until she was dead. Constantly he had been looking her in the eye. He could see through this mask, but others couldn't see his eyes. From the inside, it was invisible.

"Didn't that feel good? Didn't that feel just perfect?"

"Better than anything..."

Ghirahim left the back alley, now walking through a more crowded street, his clothes covered in blood. People backed away when seeing him, and soon he saw soldiers running towards him.

"Watch out!" they shouted to the people surrounding Ghirahim, "Alarm! Murderer alarm!"

Ghirahim turned around to see them. He smirked and before all the people close to him could flee, he started lashing out at the nearest humans, sending them to death.

"More... Bring destruction..."

Ghirahim shot forward, into the crowd, randomly slashing around with his weapon and taking the lives of many innocent people.

He thought he felt someone stabbing him in the back, but it nearly hurt. He looked over his shoulder, seeing someone draw back his sword that was covered in blood, his blood. He could see his back was bleeding profusely, but it didn't hurt. Why didn't it hurt? Of course. The mask.

Ghirahim growled as he attacked the soldier who had stabbed him. He would bring destruction. Destruction to all the humans who inhabited this ugly city. These humans who were responsible for the death of his parents. Nothing would stop him now, nothing at all... This city would fall, crumble, and all of that only by his hand.

The chaos running through the city was immense. People ran away in all directions, anywhere would do, as long as they were away from the bloodthirsty demon.

When the street main street was completely empty, except for Ghirahim and the many dead bodies, the demon decided to enter a house. Murdering all of them one by one by hand was too time consuming. He had to take more drastic measures.

The house was abandoned. The inhabitants had probably fled when they heard the alarm, or they had ended up on the end of Ghirahim's sword.

The demon inspected the house, looking for one particular thing. And soon he found it, one lit candle. It might've been small, any fire would do. He left the house, taking the candle with him, and once he was outside, he turned around to set the wooden door on fire. The fire flared up and soon spread across the house, quickly passing over to the neighbouring houses.

It would've been better if he could set the ramparts on fire as well, then the people would've been trapped inside a cage of fire... Now they still could flee out of the city, all too easy...

"Take the fire..."

"But how? Won't I burn my fingers? And how am I going to carry fire?"

"Have you still not learned, Ghirahim? When I am involved,

anything will work. Just touch the fire. Walk into it. You will serve as a torch..."

Ghirahim stretched his hand out to touch the fire. It felt warm, but didn't hurt. When he pulled his hand away, the fire still rested on his hand. He then moved himself against the stone wall of the house, being surrounded by the fire completely. Then he ran away.

Not even the blazing wind that tried to block him when he ran through the city could extinguish the fire. He ran, faster than he had ever done, and it didn't even tire him one bit. He loved this mask...

Sooner than expected, he reached the ramparts.

"Jump onto the wall..."

He did as the mask told him. He jumped, high, very high. In only one jump, he landed on the ramparts. He didn't have to do anything before the wall set on fire. It was stone, and still... It probably was some kind of magic the mask had put into the fire. The same magic that made the fire spread so incredibly quickly. It were only mere seconds before the fire had rounded the whole wall, encircling the people and trapping them inside a cage of fire.

Ghirahim, still on fire, stood and watched as people started fleeing back to the centre. They thought of fire being more terrifying than him? That had to change.

He jumped off the ramparts and ran back through streets, leaving a path of fire where he had passed.

When the first humans came in sight, he decided not to kill them yet. He jumped onto the roof of one of the nearest houses. It set on fire. This was so much fun, spreading fire this easy... He let out a sinister laugh that certainly wasn't his own. But he didn't care. It felt like he had fused with the mask, like they had become one.

He watched the people flee towards the central place. They all gathered there. When it came to making decisions, it seemed they always chose the wrong thing. The wrong thing for themselves. For Ghirahim it was all good they chose this way.

He waited till all of them were united. One of them, who certainly must've been their leader, climbed onto a statue in the middle of the place.

"My people!" he shouted, so hard that even Ghirahim could clearly hear him. "You don't have to fear! As there is an escape route out of the city!" People started cheering. "Follow the soldiers over there," he said, pointing to a road on the opposite side of where Ghirahim was, "They will lead you there!"

"Don't let them escape..."

"Never they will get away..."

Ghirahim jumped from roof to roof, spreading the fire rapidly. It was odd the people didn't notice him. Fire spreading like this wasn't natural. But they were stupid creatures, even worse than the worst of demons.

It took him only about a minute to reach the street people now started entering.

"You will not get away..." Ghirahim said and he jumped down the roof, landing right in front of the soldiers who were leading the flow of escaping people.

One of them ran into him, immediately catching fire. He screamed in pain and horror as he also spread the fire, touching his fellow soldiers and setting them on fire. Ghirahim just had to stand and watch. It was too easy.

Soon there had formed a wall of fire, a wall of people on fire. Ghirahim jumped, jumping over the fire barrier and landing in the panicking crowd of people. He ran around, spreading the fire and purposefully bumping into as many humans as possible. The fire spread quickly. They were too close to each other to escape it.

Ghirahim laughed as he crossed the central place, people unable to stop him. Most of them didn't even have time to realize it was him who was causing this. But what creature would stay alive when on fire?

The mask laughed as well, using his mouth to produce it. Again he let out a most sinister laugh. "I am Majora!" he shouted, his voice sounding very different from his own, "I am destruction!"

He kept shouting the same phrase as the market place, together will all the people, was consumed by fire.

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Fi stared in the darkness. She heard so many screams... She knew she was in her hometown, but this place, she had never seen before.

She was being held captive in a cellar deep under the ground. It was the cellar of one of the soldiers' houses. One of those soldiers who had taken her, hurt her...

As the screams grew louder and louder, and the sound of walls crumbling started to fill the empty space around her, she wished to be away of here. She wished for Ghirahim to come and take her... Where could he possibly be? Had he survived the attack? She hoped he hadn't come here now that there was an attack going on outside.

It seemed this was a serious attack, one that would be hard to win. It would take only few time for the invading monsters to find this cellar and kill her. The house she was being held captive in was located at the side of the city. It was one of the houses that would fall first. Maybe it wasn't all that bad then that she was locked up in a cellar. If the monsters would burn the city down, they was very few chance she would be hurt.

She closed her eyes. Being alone was the worst. Being alone and unsure about whether her only friend was still alive or not.

...

Hours had passed, maybe even a day, Fi couldn't tell for sure as she had no clue of what time it was. Everything had gone silent.

The attack was over. They had lost. She knew that. She could feel it...

She arose. The soldiers hadn't tied her up, so she could walk freely. But before she hadn't found the courage to do so, as they could enter any moment and she was afraid to be hurt again. They liked that, hurting women, even though those women were part of their own city.

She walked up the barely lit stairs to a source of light. It was a door, that much was clear, but there hadn't been so much light before. And it was difficult for her to open, as it was a horizontal door, that normally was opened only from the outside. She pushed against it, and to her surprise, it was opened easily.

Bright light blinded her eyes. It was sunlight. The house had been burnt down... She climbed out of the cellar, to stand on a large and open space. She could see leftovers of what once used to be houses. As far as she could see, in the direction of the city centre, she could only see ashes...

She turned around to run away. It felt uncomfortable, knowing she had once live here and she could've been burnt as well. She thanked the soldiers who had locked her up in such a fire proof cellar. They were dead now, most likely. It was their duty to protect the city to the end. Others would have fled, the other inhabitants.

She headed for the woods, dying to see Ghirahim again. She had missed him and she wanted to make sure he was still alive.

When she arrived at the edge of the woods, she spotted a lone little boy hiding behind a bush. He tried to run away when she approached him.

"Wait!" she yelled, "Come back! I want to help you!"

He halted and turned around. When he saw she was only a human girl and not a monster, he slowly walked upon her.

Fi knelt down in front of him to be at the same height. "What happened?" she asked. The boy shook his head as he began telling her about the rampage that had taken place. He had seen the monster responsible for this from close by. He gave her a description.

Fi's eyes widened as she listened to the description. She knew who he was talking about, but that couldn't be possible... He would never do such a thing. He would never hurt innocent people like that...

"Are you sure?" she asked, "You haven't seen that person here in the woods, but there in town?"

"Absolutely sure," the boy said, "But he wore a mask... A terrifying mask..."

"A mask? What kind of mask?"

"A purple mask in the shape of a heart, but it looked dangerous as it had those sharp pins sticking out at the sides. And it had those red eyes, those huge glowing red eyes..."

Fi swallowed as she realized what mask he was talking about. It was Majora, the Mask from beyond the moon, the Mask of destruction. She had learned about It in mythology class and she had always found it an interesting story. But she had never thought of It to be real, let alone It to come down here, picking her best friend as It's victim...

She felt the tears in her eyes as she arose. She knew it was over for Ghirahim. She knew he would never be the same again, never be her Ghirahim again...

Fi walked away, leaving the little boy alone. This was just too much for her to deal with. Why? Why did it always have to end bad for her?

She fell to her knees on the open field, crying and begging the goddess for an explanation, which she, of course, didn't receive.

She wanted to be dead now, to no longer exist in this horrible world... What was the sense of life anyway if you only had to suffer?

Her face hit the ground and she started to cry loudly. Why couldn't she just disappear? What had she done wrong to be tormented like this?