Chapter 7:
World of the mask worshipers

Fear can rock those unfamiliar to the sensation to the core. Like the swirling path of air born leaves, running is their first option. Unknown eyes watch those unfortunate to catch the song of night. Darkness creeps along, with only the silver of the moon being the only guide. But when that light is lost and there is no way out, running has no meaning to the frightened. Barriers form do to this type of fear. All dwell under the radiant sliver light and one culture devoted their lives to protect it. But when the goddesses offered help, they ran in fear.

From the rejection came their wish. None of them survived this damnation They were divided and force to live under the constant gaze of a deranged moon. One day this moon fell from the sky, but legends say a great and powerful evil swept in to their world seven years ago. This great demon wore many faces and his favorite was a ten year old child's. Only on the third day of this vile creature's presence did the moon stop falling. A brave young Skullkid had stood up to the demon in his true form. But, even aided by the mystical Mask of Majora, the forest child failed to destroy the evil. The people of the culture thought the falling moon was a blessing of the four giants that rule their world. Anger set upon them when the moon raise back into the sky faceless. Before it left the demon had returned itself to a child. The people around him both were frightened and overcome with anger. They yelled for an answer to why this devil had come to their world. Yet the being never answered their anger. From then the legend goes off in many directions. Some say the demon just left, others say on the forth day he wept all night turning eventually to a stone statue that still stands in the center of their town. No one knew exactly what happened to him, but a man with many masks appeared shortly after. He claimed to have summoned the beast and one day it will return to cause havoc once more, unless the people of this lost world wore the masks he sold. He claimed the demon feared those unwilling to show it their true face and therefore it's greatest power would be useless it would no longer be able to hide what it was.

A Hylian man with midnight skin and ruby glowing eyes was riding on top of a cow through a dense forest. He was full of fear of every sound that whispered by him. A creature wearing a orange outfit and a white skull like mask ran in font of him. He fell off and the cow ran away, but the orange being didn't see him. He was lost and lonely. These woods were to crowed and full of noise for the man. He decided to follow the masked child, despite missing his mount.

Soon he ran to a deep pit, unable to slow in time, the man fell down into the void. He landed on a soft bed of flowers. He only caught a glimpse of the child run into a wooden cave. He got up, a bit sore from the drop, and followed. Inside the old stump of a cave he found a great door. He carefully opened it and peaked beyond the rotting door. The night was full of sounds, he never heard before. Laughter rung through the air, loud crack of light shoot through the sky. A tic tock then deep bells rang from a large building in the center. Tons of people walked on cobble stone streets. Masks were being sold at every corner .. In fact everyone wore masks, even young ones too small to fit them. The midnight man stepped out into the streets, he walked around wide eye'd in awe of everything. He walked out into a plaza and saw a green and white statue of a adult Hylian man weeping. He recognized it, it was the man who free'd him form his prison. His godly grace immortalized in stone. Every detail was prefect in the man's eyes and he stood in reverence of this beloved image. Then a stone bounce off the statue's sword and landed in front of him. It caused a light scratch to form on the green marble.

"Take that!" A young voice yelled. "Fucking demon ain't scare'n me!"

"Oh, Joey!" A female's voice squealed. "Your so brave!"

"Yeah, I know." The first responded. "I bet when that thing comes back someday, it'll run from just the awesomeness of the great Joey! I bet I could take that wimp on without this mask too!" And a bunch of other young voices agreed.

The black skinned man turned around, to see who disgrace his beloved's image. There was a group of about eight kids, two were like the one he followed here. One had lifted his dog mask and was boasting in front of them. The man felt hurt that someone would be so proud to do such things. He decided to make the child aware that, what he did was wrong. He stepped forward to the group of kids.

"Hi mister." A girl in a cat mask said. "Cool mask! Did you get yours at the special masks shop? Your look's so real!" The other kids turned and agreed.

The odd coloured Hylian was confused, but approached the boy with his mask off. He looked into the boy's eyes and could see the over-confidence brimming his eyes. The man jestered to the statue.

"You saw that?" The boy said. "Pretty cool eh? Mom said that was the statue of a great demon, who cried itself to stone when it killed the great Skullkid. Even though our hero couldn't stop it from ruining the giants' gift, his spirit had seal that bastard to an endless slumber. Everyone in Termina is scared of that cursed statue, but not me."

The man raised an eye-brow and crossed his arms.

"I know I should wear my mask in it's presence but it's not like that demon would return right?" The boy said laughing. "Don't worry mister I'll put my mask back on. I don't really want to get killed by that thing."

"Oh!" A lady screamed. "Guards! That man! He has no mask!"

The midnight man was soon surrounded by ten masked men. People were screaming and calling for their children. It was chaos. The man was confused, he looked for an escape, but then everything flashed white. The last thing he saw was the cobble stone street and the shoes of the people running around.

AN:

Oh no! Dark has landed himself some trouble in Termina! What will happen to him now? (Well I know, but you'll have to keep reading to find out!)

Also I thought it be interesting if that Termina wasn't effected by the time split in Hyrule, (ie: was the same in both dimensions. Hence the name of the story.) And that at the end of MM the Happymask Salesman cashed in on Clocktown by convincing Link was a demon that hate's masks and had stopped the moon from falling, which the people thought was a blessing.